A Bit Of You

Rufus Wainwright

Transposer:

[Verse 1] A bit of you’s the only drug I must abuse A bit of you’s the only substance I cannot refuse When I walk on Spring [Verse 2] Beneath the stink a bit of you is all I smell Upon the shelf a bit of you I ask "They sell?" When I walk on Spring [Chorus] Cause there ain’t no style No there ain’t no style Cause there ain’t no style And in fact there is just one other problem You live up in Harlem [Verse 3] Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time That came après July on the Upper West Side Waiting for the fall [Verse 4] When from the Battery on up to your front door From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores Would blow up it all [Chorus] Cause there ain’t no style No there ain’t no style Cause there ain’t no style And in fact there is just one other problem I would have spared Harlem [2nd Chorus] Affections sent straight to Chekhov say you need me Don’t you need me wait I thought we were on Broadway No my daddy said so "Still outside of Moscow." [Instrumental] [2nd Chorus] Affections sent straight to Chekhov say you need me Don’t you need me wait I thought we were on Broadway No my daddy said so "Still outside of Moscow." [Verse 5] And so the days creep up to my big final show And not a word from you the hours I must blow So I walk and see [Verse 6] Upon the streets a faded island press on eyes A big old pool of you zillions I realize And just one of me [Chorus] Cause there ain’t no style No there ain’t no style Cause there ain’t no style And in fact there is just one other problem You’ve infected Harlem [Outro] Guess I won’t be waiting several hours Before nightfall for that A train Just the hiss of the Dune’s band playin’.

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La chanson évoque une dépendance émotionnelle à une personne, où chaque morsure de son souvenir semble addictive et inévitable. En déambulant dans les rues de New York, l'auteur ressent une connexion profonde, malgré le chaos qui l'entoure. Il exprime à quel point il se sent perdu, particulièrement en attendant une réponse de cette personne qui vit à Harlem. La réalité de ses sentiments et la solitude qu'il éprouve sont palpables à chaque étape, comme si chaque coin de rue lui rappelait son absence. Le contexte souligné dans la chanson semble se situer dans une vision nostalgique et légèrement mélancolique d'une vie citadine, où l'amour et l'attente se mêlent aux réalités de l'environnement new-yorkais. La ville, avec tous ses contrastes, devient le miroir de ses émotions, accentuant son désir de connexion.

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