and see how she skips, the moon how she drifts…

rufus wainwright – complainte de la butte

The moon, all too fair, in your russet-red hair sets a sparkling crown
The moon, all too red with glory, is spread on your poor, tattered gown
The moon, all too white, caresses the light in your world-weary eyes
Princess of the street, do allow me to greet you, my broken heart cries
The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor
The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours
I feel, beggar-girl, your fetters, they curl as they seek out my wrists
I feel your young breasts, your thin little waist
I lose my regrets
I taste on your mouth the feverish breath of a half-starving waif
And with your caress I sense drunkenness erasing my life
The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor
The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours
And see how she skips, the moon how she drifts,
The princess in tow
Da da da da da da da da da da
My reveries grow
The steps of Montmartre, all uphill, are hardest on the poor
The sails of the mill, like wings, shelter all paramours

oh rufus, you make my heart weep every time i hear this song…

why haven’t i found love? why can’t i open my heart? why can’t i just let go and let someone, anyone in? they always say its never to late to love, but its starting to feel like time if running out. but i dont want to settle, i don’t think it would be worth it in the end to settle. i don’t need it to be magical, i just need it to be real, sitting next to me and not in my head or in my movies or in my songs anymore…i want to learn how to truly love, and see what all the fuss is about might post the song later when i have more time…