Rufus Wainwright
They Might Be Giants
Frank Black
Robyn Hitchcock
Imperial Teen
Stephen Trask & John Cameron Mitchell
Bob Mould
The Polyphonic Spree
Cyndi Lauper & Minus 5 & Peter Buck
Nothing is sacred
Nothing is real
You know what you're made of
You know what you feel
Moments are fleeting
Like the moon in a well
You see your reflection
It's starting to gel
(Chorus)
I belong* * (repeated twice after "face of a god" verse)
I belong*
In the city of women
Where the mirror ball whirls
See your reflection
You're one of the girls
Slipping and swirling
Ahead of it all
The men are all bigger
But their antennae are small
(Chorus)
With the silver harpoon
Nothing can steal
The face of the moon
Your operation
Was only a fraud
You're still a man with
The face of a god
(Chorus)
(Horn Solo)
(Chorus in same asterisked manner above)