Half them think things will never work out. The other half believe in magic.
Les Feux D’Artifice T’Appallent by Rufus Wainwright
I remember when I first heard this as he closed his show at the Paramount two years ago. It’s such a beauty it doesn’t belong in this world, like it’s weird to hear it on a computer. It was made for the opera, for the soundtrack to an opulent moment. This song almost has its own tears.