Rufus Wainwright

... the guitar, a lonely, woody sound.

The lyrics are fabulous too. Rufus' eye (or should that be ear?) for a lyric that carries you who-knows-where - you don't know 'til Rufus has finished his sentence. I especially enjoy hearing the line "with the waiter with a face made for currency - like a coin in ancient Rome". You don't hear something like that everyday.

Rufus' voice soars, particularly at the end "There I will be... Oh, under the peach trees..." You can't resist joining in, can you?

'tis lovely! I need to sit under a peach tree sometime for real and listen to this

This is such a slow burner this song. Didn't think much of it at all at first but now well its just lovely.

*there I will be, will be until you come and get me*

sublime