Rufus Wainwright (22 de julio de 1973, Rhinebeck, Nueva York, EE. UU.) es un cantautor canadiense-estadounidense que compone e interpreta en inglés y también en francés.
Hijo de los cantantes de folk Loudon Wainwright III y Kate McGarrigle, y hermano de la también cantante Martha Wainwright. Empezó a tocar el piano con 6 años e hizo giras con su familia a los 13. Su música tiene unas marcadas influencias líricas que van desde la ópera hasta la canción francesa pasando por el musical.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
____________________ / Rufus Wainwright / This song is about Rufus waking up the unforgettable day / 11:11 / of 9/11 where everything stood still. I think it's about / Want One / realizing that your life could suddenly end at any moment. /___________________/ This reminds you of appreciating the essential things and to remember to hold on them, in Rufus' case here his love.
Capo on 2nd fret. These chords are transcribed from the many acoustic versions on youtube. And since that's just Rufus alone, I didn't see any reason to transpose the song up accordingly. I suppose most of you readers are single guitarists (...you know what I mean :P). But if you want the chords in the actual key, Emajor, just mail me and I'll transpose it for you. The symbol "%" just means to stay on a chord (instead of writing it again).
Woke up this morning at 11:11 Wasn't in Portland and I wasn't in heaven Could have been either by the way I was feeling But I was alive, I was alive
Woke up this morning at 11:11 John was half-naked and Lulu was crying Over a baby that will never go crazy But I was alive
And kicking through this cruel world Holding a notion of you at 11:11 Tell me, what else can I do What else can I do?
Woke up this morning and something was burning Realized that everything really does happen in Manhattan Thoughts were of characters and afternoons lying And you, you were alive
Oh, the hours we are separate 11:11 is just precious time we've wasted So patch up your bleeding hearts And put away your poses I'm gonna have a drink Before we ring around the roses with you Oh, the hours we are separate Oh, the hours we are separate 11:11
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