Rufus Wainwright – Poses (BAM May 9 2012)

I was lucky enough to film Rufus Wainwright performing Poses live at the Brooklyn academy of music while touring for “Out of the Game”; his new studio release. He is Affectionately referred to by Elton John as “the greatest songwriter on the planet” and praised by The New York Times for his “genuine originality,” Rufus Wainwright has established himself as one of the great male vocalists and songwriters of his generation. He is the son of folk singers Loudon Wainwright III and Kate McGarrigle, and brother of Martha Wainwright but Rufus has achieved his success by carving out his own singular sound in the worlds of rock, opera, theater, dance and film. I tried to film as many songs as i could get away with that night but its hard to balance that while trying to enjoy the show! This song is from the album “Poses” Enjoy!

Rufus fumbles on the piano a little towards the end on this one but no set is complete with out one of the classics.

For more Rufus Wainwright check out these albums:

Rufus Wainwright Poses Lyrics

The yellow walls are lined with portraits
And I’ve got my new red fetching leather jacket
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel like picking up roses

There’s never been such grave a matter
As comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
All these poses such beautiful poses
Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes

The green autumnal parks conducting
All the city streets a wondrous chorus singing
All these poses oh how can you blame me
Life is a game and true love is a trophy

And you said
Watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no no kidding

Reclined amongst these packs of reasons
For to smokes the days away into the evenings
All these poses of classical torture
Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard
I did go from wanting to be someone now
I’m drunk and wearing flip – flops on Fifth Avenue

Once you’ve fallen from classical virtue
Won’t have a soul for to wake up and hold you

In the green autumnal parks conducting
All the city streets a wondrous chorus
Singing all these poses now no longer boyish
Made me a man ah but who cares what that is

And you said watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no well you said
Watch my head about it
Baby you said watch my head about it
My head about it
Oh no oh no oh no
Oh no oh no no kidding

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