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I’m Going To A Town


Last night during dinner, my family and I enjoyed listening to Canada Live on CBC 2. This was a most special broadcast for me as it featured Rufus Wainwright live in Niagara on the Lake. Overall, I enjoyed listening to him tell little stories, including an elegy to Jeff Buckley, in between his performances.

His opening song was I’m Going To A Town. On the cusp of the Health Care Reform platform that Obama is pushing for, Rufus dedicated this song, which he called a poem, to the United States. This is just a partial of the lyrics, my favourite bits…

I’m Going To A Town

Tell me do you really think you go to hell for having loved?
Tell me and not for thinking everything that you've done is good
(I really need to know)
After soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood
I'm so tired of America
(I really need to know)

Making my own way home
Ain't gonna be alone
I got a life to lead America
I got a life to lead
I got a soul to feed
I got a dream to heed
And that's all I need

Making my own way home
Ain't gonna be alone
I'm going to a town that has already been burned down

Comments

  1. I don't know much about Rufus. I'll listen to more of him, since you like him so much he must be an amazing singer. =)

    Hope this stupid comment find you well and smiling. I love your smile, and your words.

    Kiss your cheeks. =*

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