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Regina Spektor - Fidelity *
(Shake it up) I never loved nobody fully Always one foot on the ground And by protecting my heart truly I got lost in the sounds I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind all these words I hear in my mind all this music And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart It breaks my heart And suppose I never met you Suppose we never fell in love Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft Suppose I never ever saw you Suppose we never ever called Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall Just to break my fall Just to break my fall Break my fall Break my fall All my friends say that of course its gonna get better Gonna get better Better better better better Better better better I never love nobody fully Always one foot on the ground And by protecting by heart truly I got lost In the sounds I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind all these words I hear in my mind All this music And it breaks my heart It breaks my heart Breaks my Heart Breaks my heart |
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| 2. |
| 3:23 |
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If I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it's sore Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all Born like sisters to this world In a town where blood ties are only blood If you never say your name out loud to anyone They can never ever call you by it If I kiss you where it's sore If I kiss you where it's sore Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all You're getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder And I don't understand, and I don't understand But if I kiss you where it's sore If I kiss you where it's sore Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all Will you feel better, better, better Will you feel anything at all Anything at all Will you feel anything at all Anything at all Will you feel anything at all Anything at all... |
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| 3. |
| 3:10 |
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You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth I have to go, I have to go Your hair was long when we first met Samson went back to bed Not much hair left on his head He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us The bible didn't mention us, not even once You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the stars came falling on our heads But there just soft light, there just soft light Your hair was long when we first met Samson came to my bed Told me that my hair was red He told me I was beautiful and came into my bed Oh I cut his hair myself one night A pair of dull scissors and the yellow light And he told me that I'd done alright and kissed me till the morning light, the morning light and he kissed me till the morning light Samson came back to bed Not much hair left on his head Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one And history books forgot about us And the bible didn't mention us, not even once You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first |
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| 4. |
| 3:21 |
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This is how it works
It feels a little worse Than when we drove our hearse Right through that screaming crowd While laughing up a storm Until we were just bone Until it got so warm That none of us could sleep And all the styrofoam Began to melt away We tried to find some words To aid in the decay But none of them were home Inside their catacomb A million ancient bees Began to sting our knees While we were on our knees Praying that disease Would leave the ones we love And never come again On the radio We heard November Rain That solo's really long But it's a pretty song We listened to it twice 'Cause the DJ was asleep This is how it works You're young until you're not You love until you don't You try until you can't You laugh until you cry You cry until you laugh And everyone must breathe Until their dying breath No, this is how it works You peer inside yourself You take the things you like And try to love the things you took And then you take that love you made And stick it into some Someone else's heart Pumping someone else's blood And walking arm in arm You hope it don't get harmed But even if it does You'll just do it all again And on the radio You hear November Rain That solo's awful long But it's a good refrain You listen to it twice 'Cause the DJ is asleep On the radio (oh oh oh) On the radio On the radio - uh oh |
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| 5:19 |
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I wish I'd see a field below
I wish I'd hear a rooster crow But there are none who live downtown And so the day starts out so slow Again the sun was never called And darkness spreads over the snow Like ancient bruises I'm awake and feel the ache But I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd see your face below I wish I'd hear you whispering low But you don't live downtown no more And everything must come and go Again the sun was never called And darkness spreads over the snow Like ancient bruises I'm awake and feel the ache I'm awake and feel the ache But I wish I'd see a field below But I wish I'd see a field below I'm awake and feel the ache But I wish I'd see a field below I'm awake and feel the ache But I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd see a field below |
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| 6. |
| 3:29 |
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Come in, come in
Come into my world I've got to show Show, show you Come into my bed I've got to know Know, know you [Chorus] I have dreams of Orca whales and owls But I wake up in fear You will never be my... You will never be my fool Will never be my fool Floaters in my eyes Wake up in a hotel room Cigarettes and lies I am a child; it's too soon [Chorus] A little bag of cocaine A little bag of cocaine So who's the girl wearing my dress? I figured out her number Inside a paper napkin But I don't know her address; I wade downstairs The porter smiles to me a smile I've bought With a couple of gold coins A sign that I've been caught I have dreams of Orca whales and owls But I wake up in fear You will never be my... You will never be my dear Will never be my dear, dear friend Dear, dear friend, dear, dear friend A little bag of cocaine A little bag of cocaine So who's the girl wearing my dress? I figured out her number Inside a paper napkin But I don't know her address Come in, come in Come into my world I've got to show Show, show you Come into my bed I've got to know Know, know you I have dreams of Orca whales and owls But I wake up in fear You will never be my... You will never be my dear Will never be my dear, dear friend Dear, dear friend, dear, dear friend |
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| 7. |
| 5:08 |
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I?uh?must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours I?uh?must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice La-da-da, da-da-da Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old They'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold They'll inherit your blood Apres moi, le deluge After me comes the flood I?uh?must go on standing You can't break that which isn't-isn't yours-yours I?uh?must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice La-da-da, da-da-da Ah, uh, uh, ah, uh La.. da.. da... La-da-da Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old They'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold They'll inherit your blood Apres moi, le deluge After me comes the flood Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old They'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold They'll inherit your blood Apres moi, le deluge After me the flood Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать! Писать о феврале навзрыд, Пока грохочущая слякоть Весною черною горит. (See below for phonetic sounds) Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать! Писать о феврале навзрыд, Пока грохочущая слякоть Весною черною горит. Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old They'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold They'll inherit your blood Apres moi, le deluge After me comes the flood I?uh?must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I?uh?must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice I?uh?must go on stand?stand?ing?dong You can't?can't?break that?that?which isn't-isn't yours?yours I?uh?must go on stand?stand?ing?dong I'm not?not?my own?own?it's not?not?my choice |
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| 8. |
| 3:30 |
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He's a wounded animal
He lives in a matchbox He's a wounded animal And he's been coming around here He's a dying breed He's a dying breed His daughter is twenty years of snow falling She's twenty years of strangers looking into each other's eyes She's twenty years of clean She never truly hated anyone or anything She's a dying breed She's a dying breed She says I'd prefer the moss I'd prefer the mouth A baby of the swamps A baby of the south I'm twenty years of clean And I never truly hated anyone or anything Twenty years of clean Twenty years of clean But I got to get me out of here This place is full of dirty old men And the navigators with their mappy maps And moldy heads and pissing on sugar cubes But I got to get me out of here This place is full of dirty old men And the navigators with their mappy maps And moldy heads and pissing on sugar cubes While you stare at your boots And the words float out like holograms And the words float out like holograms And the words float out like holograms They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz Feel the waltz, feel the waltz Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz |
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| 2:38 |
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Do you remember the time when I found a human tooth down on Delancey?
Hey, remember that time we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth? Hey, remember that time when my favorite colors were pink and green? Hey, remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines? So cheap and juicy Hey, remember that time when I would only read Shakespeare? Hey, remember that other time when I would only read the backs of cereal boxes? Hey, remember that time I tried to save a pigeon with a broken wing? A street cat got him by morning, and I had to bury pieces of his body in my building's playground I thought I was going to be sick Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Parliaments? Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Marlboros? Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Camels? Hey, remember that time when I was broke? I didn't care; I just bummed from my friends Bum... Hey, remember that time when you OD'ed? Hey, remember that other time when you OD'ed for the second time? Well, in the waiting room while waiting for news of you I hallucinated I could read your mind And I was on a lot of shit too, but what I saw, man, I tell you it was freaky |
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| 10. |
| 4:51 |
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White lines on your mind
Keep it steady You were never ready for the lies White lines on your mind Keep it steady You were never ready for the lies You don't have no doctor Robert You don't have no uncle Albert You don't even have good credit You can write, but you can't edit You don't have no doctor Robert You don't have no uncle Albert You don't even have good credit You can write, but you can't edit Edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit White lines on your mind Keep it steady You were never ready for the lies You don't have no doctor Robert You don't have no uncle Albert You don't even have good credit You can write, but you can't edit Edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit |
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| 11. |
| 4:42 |
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Lady sing the blues so well
As if she mean it As if it's hell down here In the smoke-filled world Where the jokes are cold, they don't laugh at jokes They laugh at tragedies Corner street societies But they believe her They never leave her while she sings She make them feel safe She says, 'I can sing this song so blue That you will cry in spite of you Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder And I have walked these streets so long There ain't nothin' right, there ain't nothin' wrong But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder.' Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regrets Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree Says, 'I am free;' sings so soft as if she'll break Says, 'I can sing this song so blue That you will cry in spite of you Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder And I have walked these streets so long There ain't nothin' right, nothin' wrong But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder But on this stage I've learned to fly Learned to sing and learned to cry Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder But now it's time to say goodbye Some might laugh, but I will surely cry Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder.' Lady lights a cigarette Puffs away And winter comes And she Forgets |
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| 12. |
| 3:50 |
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Summer in the city
Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage And I started miss you, baby, sometimes I've been staying up drinking In the late night establishments Telling strangers personal things Summer in the city I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely So I went to a protest Just to rub up against strangers And I did feel like coming But I also felt like crying And it doesn't seem so worth it right now And the castrated ones stand in the corner smoking They want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise At the sight of a beautiful woman They feel nothing But anger Her skin makes them sick in the night Nauseous, nauseous, nauseous Summer in the city I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely I've been hallucinating you, babe At the backs of other women And I tap 'em on the shoulder And they turn around smiling but There's no recognition in their eyes Oh, summer in the city! Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage Don't get me wrong, dear In general I'm doing quite fine It's just when it's summer in the city And you are so long gone from the city I start to miss you, baby, sometimes When it's summer in the city And you are so long gone from the city I start to miss you, baby, sometimes Oh, I start to miss you, baby, sometimes |
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| 4:08 |
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in another town
don't let me forget in another town mouth full of regrets in another town please, please place final bets in another town i'll know... in another town my fingers so cold in another town my soul feels so old in another town i've sold all my gold in another town i'll know... i love you... in another town they've given me the key in another town i'm drinking for free in another town a girl just like me in another town i'll know... in another town the night fills my room in another town they're painting my wound in another town i won't see it soon in another town i'll know... i love you... |
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| 3:17 |
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Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun
La, la, la Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even knew I owned one La, la, la Somewhere between the cobblestone floor and the slated wooden ceiling La, la, la Cuddling my semi-automatic?what a very fuzzy feeling La, la Ohhh, there's nothing Like Emptying a cartridge at the sun Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Ohhh, there's nothing Like Emptying a cartridge at the sun Oh, we're born alone and then we're covered by m-m-m-mothers' kisses The mind has already forgotten what the body still misses Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the ceiling Cuddling my semi-automatic?what a very fuzzy feeling Ohhh, there's nothing Like Emptying a cartridge at the sun Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Ohhh, there's nothing Like Emptying a cartridge at the sun One more time! Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Uh! Merica Ohhh, there's nothing Like Emptying a cartridge at the sun La, la, la Emptying a cartridge at the sun La, la, la Emptying a cartridge at the sun |
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| 2:03 |
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You have tamed me
Now you must take me How am I supposed to be? I don't have my thorns now And I feel them sprouting They'll grow right through If I don't watch it They'll grow right through Even if I watch it And a sunset couldn't save me now These baobabs And baobabs And baobabs some more But you can't outwait fate And you have tamed me Now you must take me... And I wouldn't raise my child inside the city anyway They grow up too savvy and they grow up too fast And they know about buying shit and they know about sex And they know about investment banking and also about brokerage firms And they know about the numbers and they know about the words And they know about the bottom lines and also about stones And they know about careers and about the real deals And they all grow up and become people's people with people skills But you have tamed me Now you must take me How am I supposed to be? I don't have my thorns You have tamed me Now you must take me How am I supposed to be? I don't have my thorns |
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| 16. |
| 3:09 |
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In Dusseldorf I met a clown
His nose It was red In Gelterkinden I forgot to frown Then remembered It again In Paris I saw a big fish Swimmin' slow In the Seine It made me hopeful that someday Our water will be breathable again Ah-oh-oh Oh, oh Ah-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh Ah-ah-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh Ah-ah-oh Oh, oh, oh In Franfurt I heard eins zwei drei Counting cookies, and no one was shot In Berlin, stopped by the polizei For drunk driving, and everyone smiled In Prague I knew I'd been a witch Burnt alive, a pyre of Soviet kitsch It made me miss my Moscow muttdom It made me miss my New York nothing Ah-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh Ah-ah-oh Oh, oh, oh Ah-ah-oh Oh, oh, oh In Montpelier I stayed in a chateau A boy climbed into my bed and he knew no boundaries, and in Amsterdam I got quite crazy Might have been all the tulips and canals Or it might have been all that hash, and in Barcelona, buenos dias Chocolate, le Picasso And in Brussels Clean-cut hostel And in London Me and the French existentialists Ah-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh Ah-ah-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh In Corsica I floated away All the way To Marseilles I should have held an afterparty For all the thoughts I didn't say In Dusseldorf I met a dwarf With bad breath And a really good tan In Gelterkinden I remembered how to laugh And I never, ever forgot it again Ah-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh Ah-ah-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh Ah-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh Ah-ah-oh-oh Oh, oh, ohh Ah-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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| 2:06 |
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Life inside the music box ain't easy
The mallets hit The gears are always turning And everyone inside the mechanism Is yearning to get out And sing another melody completely So different from the one they're always singing I close my eyes and think that I have found me But then I feel mortality surround me I want to sing another melody So different from the one I always sing but when I do the dishes I run the water very very very hot And then I fill the sink to the top with bubbles of soap And then I set all the bottle caps I own afloat And it's the greatest voyage in the history of plastic And then I slip my hands in and start to make waves And then I dip my tongue in and take a taste It tastes like soap but it doesn't really taste like soap And then I lower in my whole mouth and take a gulp And start to feel mortality surround me I close my eyes and think that I have found me But life inside the music box ain't easy The mallets hit The gears are always turning And every one inside the mechanism Is yearning to get out And sing another melody completely Is yearning to get out Is yearning to get out Is yearning to get out |
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| 18. |
| 3:45 |
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He never, ever saw it
Coming at all He never, ever saw it Coming at all He never, ever saw it Coming at all It's alright, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right Hey, open wide, here comes Original sin Hey, open wide, here comes Original sin (Vrrr) Hey, open wide, here comes Original sin It's alright, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right No one's got it all No one's got it all No one's got it a-a-all Power to the people We don't want it We want pleasure And the TVs try to rape us And I guess that they're succeeding And we're going to these meetings But we're not doing any meeting And we're trying to be faithful, but we're Cheating, cheating, cheating Hey, open wide, here comes Original sin Hey, open wide, here comes Original sin (Vrrr) Hey, open wide, here comes Original sin It's alright, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right No one's got it all No one's got it all No one's got it a-a-all Power to the people We don't want it We want pleasure And the TVs try to rape us And I guess that they're succeeding And we're going to these meetings But we're not doing any meeting And we're trying to be faithful, but we're Cheating, cheating, cheating I'm the hero of the story Don't need to be saved I'm the hero of the story Don't need to be saved I'm the hero of the story Don't need to be saved I'm the hero of the story Don't need to be saved It's alright, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right, it's al- -right No one's got it all No one's got it all No one's got it a-a-all All All All All All, all, all, all, all All, all, all, all, all All, all, all, all, all All, all, all, all, all All, all, all, all, all All, all, all, all |
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| 3:12 |
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Come on, bartender
Won't you be more tender? Give me two shots of whiskey And a beer chaser Love will be the death of me Love is so fickle It starts with a flood And it ends with a tri-tri-tri-tri-tri-trickle Come on, bartender Just a little more tender I ate all your peanuts Return me to sender I've been too candid Now I'm barely standing Just call me a taxi And prepare me for landing Ooh You have got to kick me back out Into the Cold and nasty weather And maybe if I sober up, I will stop pretending that Love is forever Love is forever Come on, bartender Come on, bartender Come on, bartender Ooh You have got to kick me back out Into the Cold and nasty weather And Maybe if I sober up, I will stop pretending that Love is forever Love is forever Love is forever Love is Love is Love is forever Come on, bartender Come on, bartender Come on, bartender Love will be the death of me Love will be the death of me Love will be the death of me Love is so fickle It starts with a flood And it ends with a tri-tri-tri-tri-tri-tri-tri-tri-tri-tri-tri-tri-trickle Trickle Trickle Trickle Trickle Come on, bartender Come on, bartender Come on, bartender |
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