A Bit of You
Rufus Wainwright Lyrics


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A bit of you the only drug I must abuse
A bit of you is the only substance I cannot refuse
When I walk on Spring
Beneath the stink a bit of you is all I smell
Upon the shelves a bit of you I ask "they sell?"
When I walk on Spring

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

Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time
That came après July on the Upper West Side
Waiting for the fall
When from the Battery on up to your front door
From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores
Would blow up it all

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

Affections sent, straight to Chekov, 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"

Affections sent, straight to Chekov, 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"

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
Upon the streets a faded island, press on eyes
A big old pool of you's, zillions I realize
And just one of me

Cause there ain't no style...
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
Guess I won't be waiting several hours




Before nightfall for that A train,
Just the hiss of the dumes band playing

Overall Meaning

The song A Bit of You by Rufus Wainwright is an ode to love and addiction. It begins with the confession that the only drug the singer must abuse and the only substance he cannot refuse is a bit of the person he loves. The scent of this person lingers in the air and upon the shelves, reminding the singer of their lover’s presence. However, there is an issue that threatens to keep them apart: the fact that the person lives in Harlem. The singer seems to wish that they lived somewhere else, so that they could fully indulge in their love affair.


The second verse reveals a backstory of the relationship, with the singer acknowledging that they had no knowledge of the distance between them at the beginning of the relationship, but that they have since learned the painful truth. The final verse shows the singer pining for their lover, who is not responding to their affections. Although there is a sense of loss and disappointment, the singer is determined to carry on, albeit without their lover. The final lines of the song suggest that the singer is resigned to their fate, as they listen to the sounds of the city around them.


Line by Line Meaning

A bit of you the only drug I must abuse
You are the only addiction that I need to satisfy, even if it's unhealthy for me


A bit of you is the only substance I cannot refuse
I cannot resist you and always crave you, as you bring meaning and fulfillment to my life


When I walk on Spring
During my walks when the weather is nice


Beneath the stink a bit of you is all I smell
Despite the unpleasant odors present, I can detect your scent within them


Upon the shelves a bit of you I ask "they sell?"
I wonder if there is anything related to you being sold in the stores I pass by


Cause there ain't no style
This situation lacks any sense of coolness or sophistication


And in fact there is just one other problem
The current issue is not the only obstacle in this situation


You live up in Harlem
Your place of residence is in Harlem


Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time
Initially, I was unaware of your whereabouts


That came après July on the Upper West Side
I found out after something had already happened in July on the Upper West Side


Waiting for the fall
I was anticipating a change or shift in events that would occur in the near future


When from the Battery on up to your front door
From the southernmost tip of Manhattan to your residence located in the north


From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores
An unknown group of people who are likened to spaceship crews from sci-fi movies were responsible for the uproar that ensued


Would blow up it all
They caused chaos and destruction


Affections sent, straight to Chekov, say you need me
I reached out to you through a message sent that was inspired by the works of playwright Anton Chekov to communicate my desire for your companionship


Don't you need me, wait I thought we were on Broadway
I thought our relationship was something grand and theatrical


No, my daddy said so: "still outside of Moscow"
Your father expressed that you are still out of my reach, like a location that is far away from Moscow


And so the days creep up to my big final show
The days are approaching quickly towards an important event where I will perform or present something significant


And not a word from you, the hours I must blow
You have not communicated or responded to me, leaving me with idle time to waste


Upon the streets a faded island, press on eyes
The surroundings are bleak, and my eyes feel strained due to the unremarkable view


A big old pool of you's, zillions I realize
I realize that there are many versions or elements of you present, alluding to the idea that you are everywhere


And just one of me
I feel isolated and alone in this situation


You've infected Harlem
Your mere presence has affected the community of Harlem in some way


Guess I won't be waiting several hours
I won't bother waiting for hours anymore


Before nightfall for that A train,
I won't wait until it gets dark for the train


Just the hiss of the dumes band playing
Instead, I will listen to the sound of the nearby jazz band playing their instruments




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