Ik heb de laatste tijd veel schitterende live-muziek gevonden van de Canadese singer/songwriter Rufus Wainwright, die beter en beter wordt met de jaren. Hier zingt hij zijn lied Cigarettes & Chocolate Milk samen met zangeres Rachael Price van de band Lake Street Dive, met begeleiding van het kamerensemble yMusic uit New York.
Deze opname was het initiatief van het collectief Stories onder leiding van gitarist Ryan Lerman, die bijzondere akoestische covers maken. Ik kan je aanraden om naar meer opnames van dat collectief te luisteren, die je hier kunt vinden.
Het lied komt van Wainwright’s 2e album Poses uit 2001. “The song addresses decadence and desire, and has been called an “ode to subtle addictions and the way our compulsions rule our lives”.”
Cigarettes & Chocolate Milk
Cigarettes and chocolate milk.
These are just a couple of my cravings.
Everything it seems
I like’s a little bit stronger,
a little bit thicker,
a little bit harmful for me.
If I should buy jellybeans.
Have to eat them
all in just one sitting.
Everything it seems
I like’s a little bit sweeter,
a little bit fatter,
a little bit harmful for me.
And then there’s those other things.
Which for several reasons
we won’t mention.
Everything about ‘em
is a little bit stranger,
a little bit harder,
a little bit deadly.
It isn’t very smart.
Tends to make one part,
so brokenhearted.
Sitting here remembering me.
Always been a shoe
made for the city.
Go ahead accuse me
of just singing about places,
with scrappy boys faces,
have general run of the town.
Playing with prodigal sons.
Takes a lot of sentimental Valiums.
Can’t expect the world
to be your Raggedy Andy,
while running on empty,
you little old doll with a frown.
You got to keep in the game.
Retaining mystique
while facing forward.
I suggest a reading of
a Lesson in Tightropes,
Or Surfing Your High Hopes,
or Adios, Kansas.
It isn’t very smart.
Tends to make one part,
so brokenhearted.
Still there’s not a show on my back.
Holes or a friendly intervention.
I’m just a little bit heiress,
a little bit Irish,
a little bit Tower of Pisa.
Whenever I see ya.
So please be kind,
if I’m a mess.
Cigarettes and chocolate milk.
Cigarettes and chocolate milk.
