RUFUS WAINWRIGHT

I, Rufus Wainwright, would like to wish the muffins and sugarcane children a very safe and happy New Year for 2005. We were little snakes that somehow managed to poke our way out of the hardest of shells. We made our way to the shore and swam off into the endless oblivion of a horizon. I want to sing a song to you all. I want to dance with you all. I want to hug you and make you feel like you are the solo pilot. But we are in this together, and we are all so young, despite what you claim. We are not so old, I guess. We are beautiful, we are with souls, we are singers, we are riders, we are flavors, we are forever.