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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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 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 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 Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood Fevrale dostat chernil I plakat Pisat O Fevrale navsnryd Poka grohochushaya slyakot Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit 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 (are) must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice I (uh) must go on stan-stan-ding-dong You can't, can't break that, that Which isn't, isn't yours, yours Which isn't, isn't yours, yours I'm not, not my own, own It's not, not my choice, choice |
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from Weeds by Brandon Jay [ost] (2006)
A man walks out of his apartment
It is raining, he's got no umbrella He starts running beneath the awnings Trying to save his suit Trying to save his suit Trying to dry and to dry and to dry but no good When he gets to the crowded subway platform He takes off both of his shoes He steps right into somebody's fat loogie And everyone who sees him says, Eww Everyone who sees him says, Eww But he doesn't care 'Cause last night he got a visit from the Ghost of Corporate Future The ghost said, Take off both your shoes Whatever chances you get Especially when they're wet He also said, Imagine you go away On a business trip one day And when you come back home Your children have grown And you never made your wife moan Your children have grown And you never made your wife moan And people make you nervous You'd think the world is ending And everybody's features have somehow started blending And everything is plastic And everyone's sarcastic And all your food is frozen It needs to be defrosted You'd think the world was ending You'd think the world was ending You'd think the world was ending right now You'd think the world was ending You'd think the world was ending You'd think the world was ending right now Well maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee And never ever watch the ten o'clock news Maybe you should kiss someone nice Or lick a rock, or both Maybe you should cut your own hair 'Cause that can be so funny It doesn't cost any money And it always grows back Hair grows even after you're dead. And people are just people They shouldn't make you nervous The world is everlasting It's coming and it's going If you don't toss your plastic The streets won't be so plastic And if you kiss somebody Then both of you'll get practice The world is everlasting Put dirtballs in your pocket Put dirtballs in your pocket And take off both your shoes Cause people are just people People are just people People are just people like you People are just people People are just people People are just people like you The world is everlasting It's coming and it's going The world is everlasting It's coming and it's going It's coming and it's going |
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from Regina Spektor - Soviet Kitsch (2004)
The food that I'm eating
Is suddenly tasteless I know I'm alone now I know what it tastes like So break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare some for spare parts There might be some good ones Like you might make a dollar I'm inside your mouth now Behind your tonsils Peeking over your molars You're talking to her now And you've eaten something minty And you're making that face that I like And you're going in, in for the kill, kill For the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss I need your money, it'll help me I need your car and I need your love <i>[x2]</i> So won't you help a brother out? Won't you help a brother out? Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out? So break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare some for spare parts You might make a dollar Dollar, might make a dollar So won't you help a brother out? Won't you help a brother out? Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out? So break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare some for spare parts There might be some good ones You might make a dollar (There might be some good ones) There might be some good ones (You might make a dollar) You might make a dollar (There might be some good ones) There might be some good ones |
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from Regina Spektor - Soviet Kitsch (2004)
Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone
You wish that they hadn't, you don't wanna be alone But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their own Poor little rich boy all the couples have gone, they've gone, they've gone And you don't love your girlfriend You don't love your girlfriend And you think that you should but she thinks that she's fat But she isn't but you don't love her anyway And you don't love your mother And you know that you should And you wish that you would But you don't anyway Poor little rich boy, all the world is okay The water runs off your skin and down into the drain You're reading Fitzgerald, you're reading Hemmingway They're both super smart and drinking in the caf짤s And you don't love your girlfriend You don't love your girlfriend And you think that you should but she thinks that she's fat But she isn't but you don't love her anyway And you don't love your mother And you know that you should And you wish that you would But you don't anyway You're so young, you're so goddamn young You're so young, you're so goddamn young You're so young, you're so goddamn young You're so goddamn young You're so goddamn young You're so young, you're so goddamn young You're so young, you're so goddamn young You're so goddamn young And you don't love your girlfriend <i>[x4]</i> |
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from Regina Spektor - Soviet Kitsch (2004)
Carbon monoxide
Soon I'll go to sleep If I don't got my socks on right They slide right off of my feet As I walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk Walk-a, walk, walk-a, walk, walk-a, walk Carbon monoxide As I take you home First time I get my socks on right But I don't have a gas mask on As I walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a Walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk you home, yeah I'm so cool, I'm so cool, I'm so cool Walk-a, walk-a, walk Walk-a, walk-a, walk Walk, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk you home, yeah I'm so cool, I'm so cool, I'm so cool Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Carbon monoxide Soon we'll go to sleep No one will notice we're gone If we don't have a job to keep They'll just say that we're being lazy Sex crazed, sex crazed-azy They'll just say we're living our whole life in bed And we'll be in bed, but we'll be oh so very much Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, d-dead, yeah But we're so cool, we're so cool, we're so cool Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a Dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, dead-a, d-d-dead, dead But we're still cool, we're still cool, we're still cool Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, come on Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, Daddy Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on Carbon monoxide Carbon monoxide |
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from Regina Spektor - Soviet Kitsch (2004)
The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away.
Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully They might so i'm waiting and staying awake. Things I have loved i'm allowed to keep I'll never know if I go to sleep. The papers around me are piling and twisting regina the paper back mummy what then. I'm taking the knife to the books that I own and chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stone. Things I have loved i'm allowed to keep. I'll never know if I go to sleep. Things I have loved i'm allowed to keep. I'll never know if I go to sleep. |
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from Regina Spektor - Soviet Kitsch (2004)
They made a statue of us
And it put it on a mountaintop Now tourists come and stare at us Blow bubbles with their gum Take photographs have fun, have fun They'll name a city after us And later say it's all our fault Then they'll give us a talking to Then they'll give us a talking to Because they've got years of experience We're living in a den of thieves Rummaging for answers in the pages We're living in a den of thieves And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious We wear our scarves just like a noose But not 'cause we want eternal sleep And though our parts are slightly used New ones are slave labor you can keep We're living in a den of thieves Rummaging for answers in the pages We're living in a den of thieves And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious They made a statue of us They made a statue of us The tourists come and stare at us The sculptor's mama sends regards They made a statue of us They made a statue of us Our noses have begun to rust We're living in a den of thieves Rummaging for answers in the pages Were living in a den of thieves And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious |
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from Regina Spektor - Soviet Kitsch (2004)
She will kiss 'til your lip bleeds
But she will not take her dress off Americana, tropicana All the sailor boys have demons They sing "Oh Kentucky why did you forsake me? If I was meant to sail the sea Why did you make me? Should've been another state Oh state.. 'cause Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch <i>[x5]</i>" Does it matter that our anchors Couldn't even reach the bottom Of a bath tub? And the sails reflect the moon It's such a strange job Playing Black Jack on the deck Still, atop this giant bottle dressed in white We quietly huddle with our missiles And we miss the girls back home Oh home sweet home 'cause Mary Anne's a bitch Mary Anne's a bitch <i>[x5]</i> She will kiss until your lip bleeds But she will not take her dress off Americana, tropicana Americana, tropicana Americana, americana |
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from Regina Spektor - Soviet Kitsch (2004)
Regina, Regina
What? When is that song gonna start? Which song? The song that goes like da na na na na na na na da na na na na Oh, it's gonna start in a minute, you just gotta wait Ok Regina, start it already It's gonna start in a second, you just gotta wait It's gonna start now |
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from Regina Spektor - Soviet Kitsch (2004)
I kissed your lips and I tasted blood
I asked you what happened and you said, There'd been a fight. You said I've been fighting for your honor but you wouldn't understand I said hold on your honor I'll get ice for your hand Oh you been fighting for my honor and I don't understand But hold on your honor I'll get ice for your hand. You said come on baby let's just make love it's the only thing to make me better You said come on let's just get you out of that sweater I said I don't kiss losers and I don't kiss winners And I don't fight for honor cause we all are born sinners Gargle with peroxide a steak for your eye But I'm a vegetarian so it's a frozen pizza pie You tell me that you care and you never do lie And you fight for my honor but I just don't know why Mary had a little lamb with fleece as white as snow You've got me and I'm just a common ho But I know what I am and I know what I ain't So don't get cut cause I still won't be no saint Gargle with peroxide a steak for your eye but I'm a pizzatarian so it's a frozen pizza pie You tell me that you love me and you never do lie and you fight for my honor but I just don't know why You fight for my honor and I don't understand but hold on your honor I'll get ice for your hand |
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from Regina Spektor - Soviet Kitsch (2004)
A man walks out of his apartment
It is raining, he's got no umbrella He starts running beneath the awnings Trying to save his suit Trying to save his suit Trying to dry and to dry and to dry but no good When he gets to the crowded subway platform He takes off both of his shoes He steps right into somebody's fat loogie And everyone who sees him says, Eww Everyone who sees him says, Eww But he doesn't care 'Cause last night he got a visit from the Ghost of Corporate Future The ghost said, Take off both your shoes Whatever chances you get Especially when they're wet He also said, Imagine you go away On a business trip one day And when you come back home Your children have grown And you never made your wife moan Your children have grown And you never made your wife moan And people make you nervous You'd think the world is ending And everybody's features have somehow started blending And everything is plastic And everyone's sarcastic And all your food is frozen It needs to be defrosted You'd think the world was ending You'd think the world was ending You'd think the world was ending right now You'd think the world was ending You'd think the world was ending You'd think the world was ending right now Well maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee And never ever watch the ten o'clock news Maybe you should kiss someone nice Or lick a rock, or both Maybe you should cut your own hair 'Cause that can be so funny It doesn't cost any money And it always grows back Hair grows even after you're dead. And people are just people They shouldn't make you nervous The world is everlasting It's coming and it's going If you don't toss your plastic The streets won't be so plastic And if you kiss somebody Then both of you'll get practice The world is everlasting Put dirtballs in your pocket Put dirtballs in your pocket And take off both your shoes Cause people are just people People are just people People are just people like you People are just people People are just people People are just people like you The world is everlasting It's coming and it's going The world is everlasting It's coming and it's going It's coming and it's going |
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from Regina Spektor - Soviet Kitsch (2004)
I had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over Baby-sat all four of my kids Then in my dream I told the doctor off He said if you don't want to do it then you don't have to do it He said the truth is You'll be okay, anyway Then in my dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor Went and had a talk with my boss Something about insurance policies They kept the door closed at all times I couldn't hear or see When they came out they said You'll be okay, anyway And I smiled cause I'd known it all the while. No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you I ain't about to pay for this shit I can afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo and on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you I ain't about to to die like this I can afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And besides this shit is making me tired it's making me tired it's making me tired You know I plan to retire some day, And I'm gonna go out in style go out in style This shit it's making me tired it's making me tired it's making me tired But mama's gonna go out in style, go out in style When I woke up My kids were being quiet I knew it was a dream right away I called the limousine company Then I got dressed I dressed the kids as well The limousine pulled in And we piled in The doctor he asked which way we were headed I said, Sir, let's just go west and he listened obediently, Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me All about the meanies Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea looking out of the window And Barbara She looks just like my mom Oh my Barbara She looks so much like my mom No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you I ain't about to pay for this shit I can afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo and on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you I ain't about to die like this I can afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And besides this shit is making me tired it's making me tired it's making me tired You know I plan to retire some day, But mama's gonna go out in style go out in style This shit it's making me tired it's making me tired it's making me tired But mama's gonna go out in style go out in style Style. Style. Style. Style. Style. Style. Style. Style. I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and Baby-sat all four of my kids I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and Baby-sat all four of my kids Sophie only want to tune us into radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me All about the meanies Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea looking out of the window And Barbara She looks just like my mom Oh my Barbara She looks so much like my mom Oh my God, Barbara She looks so much just like my mom... |
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from Regina Spektor - Soviet Kitsch (2004)
Somedays aren't yours at all,
They come and go As if they're someone else's days They come and leave you behind someone else's face And it's harsher than yours And colder than yours They come in all quiet Sweep up and then they leave And you don't hear a single floor board creak They're so much stronger Than the friends you try to keep By your side Downtown, Downtown I'm not here, not anymore I've gone away Don't call me, don't write I'm in love with your daughter I wanna have her baby I'm in love with your daughter So can I please Downtown, Downtown I'm not here, not anymore I've gone away Don't call me, don't write I've gone away Don't call me, don't write Don't call me, don't call me, don't call me Don't write, don't write, don't write, don't write, don't write Somedays aren't yours at all They come and go As if they're someone else's days They come and leave you behind someone else's face And it's harsher than yours And it's colder than yours... |
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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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 of these voices I hear in my mind All of these words I hear in my mind All of this music And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart Suppose I never ever met you Suppose we'd never fell in love, Suppose I never ever let you, Kiss me so sweet and so soft Suppose I never ever saw you Suppose you 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 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 x7 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 of these voices I hear in my mind All of these words I hear in my mind All of this music And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart 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 of these voices I hear in my mind All of these words I hear in my mind All of this music And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart breaks my heart Breaks my heart x8 |
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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - On The Radio (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - On The Radio (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Fidelity (2007)
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 of these voices I hear in my mind All of these words I hear in my mind All of this music And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart Suppose I never ever met you Suppose we'd never fell in love, Suppose I never ever let you, Kiss me so sweet and so soft Suppose I never ever saw you Suppose you 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 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 x7 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 of these voices I hear in my mind All of these words I hear in my mind All of this music And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart 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 of these voices I hear in my mind All of these words I hear in my mind All of this music And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart breaks my heart Breaks my heart x8 |
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from Regina Spektor - Fidelity (2007)
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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from Regina Spektor - Fidelity (2007)
December starts on Sunday, next Sunday
won't you feel happier then? turn your room upside down, turn your down upside rumors have started that you are in love again rumors that are completely unsubstantiated come on and say you're sorry, real sorry for the trouble that you've caused can't you see all this love? can't you see all this love? come on and say you're sorry, real sorry for the trouble that you've caused can't you see all this love? can't you see all this love? we are not evacuating this house we don't believe in you and your wrecking crew... we are not evacuating this house we don't believe in you and your wrecking crew... we don't believe in you and your wrecking crew... we don't believe in you, we don't believe in you... we don't believe in you, we don't believe in you... we don't believe in you, we don't believe in you... |
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from Regina Spektor - Samson (2007)
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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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
You went into the kitchen cupboard
Got yourself another hour and gave Half of it to me We sat their looking at the faces Of the strangers in the pages Until we knew them mathematically They were in our minds Until forever But we didn't mind We didn't know better So we made our own computer Out of macaroni pieces And it did our thinking While we lived our lives It counted up our feelings And divided them up even And it called our calculation Perfect love Didn't even know That love was bigger Didn't even know Didn't even know that love was so, so Hey hey hey hey Hey this fire, hey this fire I'm burning us up Hey this fire, hey this fire I'm burning us Oh, oo oo oo, oo oo oo oo So we made the hard decision And we each made an incision Past our muscles and our bones Our hearts were little stones Pulled 'em out they weren't beating And we weren't even bleeding As we lay them on our granite counter top We beat 'em up against each other We beat 'em up against each other We struck 'em hard against each other We struck 'em so hard, so hard til they sparked Hey this fire, hey this fire I'm burning us up Hey this fire, hey this fire I'm burning us up Hey this fire, hey this fire I'm burning us Oh, oo oo oo, oo oo oo oo Oo oo oo oo oo oo <i>[until song fade]</i> |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
It’s like forgetting the words to your favorite song You can’t believe it You were always singing along It was so easy and the words so sweet You can’t remember You try to feel the beat Eet, eet, eet, eet Eet, eet, eet, eet You spent half of your life trying to fall behind You’re using your headphones to drown out your mind It was so easy, and the words so sweet You can’t remember You try to move your feet Eet, eet, eet, eet Eet, eet, eet, eet Someone’s deciding whether or not to steal He opens the window just to feel the chill He hears that outside a small boy just starting to cry ‘Cause it’s his turn but his brother won’t let him try It’s like forgetting the words to your favorite song You can’t believe it You were always singing along It was so easy and the words so sweet You can’t remember You try to move your feet It was so easy and the words so sweet You can’t remember, you try to feel the beat |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
He stumbled into faith and thoughtGod, there is all there isThe pictures in his mind aroseAnd began to breatheAnd all the gods and all the worldsBegan colliding on a backdrop of blueBlue lips, blue veinsHe took a step but then felt tiredHe said I'll rest a little whileBut when he tried to walk againHe wasn't a childAnd all the people hurried fast, real fastAnd no one ever smiledBlue lips, blue veinsBlue, the color of our planetFrom far, far awayBlue lips, blue veinsBlue, the color of our planetFrom far, far awayHe stumbled into faith and thoughtGod, there is all there isThe pictures in his mind aroseAnd began to breatheAnd no one saw and no one heardThey just followed the leadThe pictures in his mind aroseAnd began to breatheAnd no one sawAnd no one heard they just followed the leadThe pictures in his mind awokeAnd began to breedThey started off beneath an olive treeAnd they chopped it down to make a picket fenceAnd marching along the railroad tracksThey smiled real wide for the camera lensAs they made it past the enemy linesJust to become enslaved in the enemy linesBlue lips, blue veinsBlue, the color of our planetFrom far, far awayBlue lips, blue veinsBlue, the color of our planetFrom far, far awayBlue, the most human color [x3]Blue lips, blue veinsBlue, the color of our planetFrom far, far away
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
Come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies Let's get a silver bullet trailer and have a baby boy I'll safety-pin his clothes all cool and you'll graffiti up his toys I've got a perfect body, though sometimes I forget I've got a perfect body cause my eyelashes catch my sweat Yes, they do, they do Now i've been sitting on this abandoned beach for years Waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears But every time the tide come in to take me home I get scared, and I'm sitting here alone Dreaming of the dolphin song Maybe one day you will understand I don't want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand Till that day just please don't be so down Don't make frowns, you silly clown Just come and open up your folding chair next to me My feet are buried in the sand and there's a breeze There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes And the waves are just a frothier version of the skies There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes There's a shadow, you can't see my eyes, eyes |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
My eyes are bifocal
My hands are sub jointed I live in the future In my prewar apartment And I count all my blessings I have friends in high places And I'm upgraded daily All my wires without traces Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into hooked into Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into machine I collect my moments Into a correspondence With a mightier power Who just lacks my perspective And who lacks my organics And who covets my defects And I'm downloaded daily I am part of a composite Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into, hooked into Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into machine Everything's provided Consummate consumer Part of worldly taking Apart from worldly troubles Living in your prewar apartment Soon to be your postwar apartment And you lived in the future And the future It's here It's bright It's now |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one's laughing at God When they're starving or freezing or so very poor No one laughs at God when the doctor calls After some routine tests No one's laughing at God When it's gotten real late And their kid's not back from that party yet No one laughs at God when their airplane Starts to uncontrollably shake No one's laughing at God When they see the one they love hand in hand With someone else and they hope that they're mistaken No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door And they say "We've got some bad new, sir," No one's laughing at God When there's a famine, fire or flood But God can be funny At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or When the crazies say he hates us And they get so red in the head You think that they're about to choke God can be funny When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way And when presented like a genie Who does magic like Houdini Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus God can be so hilarious Ha ha, ha ha No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one's laughing at God When they've lost all they got And they don't know what for No one laughs at God on the day they realize That the last sight they'll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes No one's laughing at God When they're saying their goodbyes God can be funny At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or When the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head You think that they're about to choke God can be funny When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way And when presented like a genie Who does magic like Houdini Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus God can be so hilarious No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one laughing at God in a hospital No one's laughing at God in a war No one's laughing at God When they're starving or freezing or so very poor No one's laughing at God No one's laughing at God No one's laughing at God We're all laughing with God |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
Hello? hello?
Calling a Karl Projektorinski To the front of the cathedral You have won, dear sir May I congratulate you first? Oh, what an honor Human! human of the year! you won! Human! human of the year! you won! Why are you so scared? You stand there shaking by your pew The icons are whispering to you They're just old men Like on the benches in the park Except their balding spots Are glistening with gold Human! human of the year! you won! Human! human of the year! you won! You have won! hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah Outside the cars are beeping Out a song just in your honor And though they do not know it All mankind are now your brothers And thus the cathedral had spoken Wishing well to all us sinners And with a psalm drew silent Till next year's big human winner Outside the cars are beeping Out a song just in your honor And thought they do not know it All mankind are now your brothers All mankind are now your brothers Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hello? hello? Calling a Karl Projektorinski To the front of the cathedral You have won |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away And the other watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well But he is a liar I'll believe it all There's nothing I won't understand I'll believe it all I won't let go of your hand Two birds on a wire One says c'mon and the other says "I'm tired" The sky is overcast and I'm sorry One more or one less Nobody's worried I'll believe it all There's nothing I won't understand I'll believe it all I won't let go of your hand Two birds of a feather Say that they're always gonna stay together But one's never going to let go of that wire He says that he will But he's just a liar Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away and the other Watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away and the other |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
You are so sweet
Dancing to the beat There's a meat market down the street The boys and the girls watch each other eat You are so sweet, so sweet Dancing and moving to that beat, that beat There's a meat market down the street The boys and girls watch each other eat The boys and the girls watch each other eat When they really just wanna watch each other Sleep They want to watch, to watch each other Sleep, sleep sleep Sleep They want to watch, to watch each other Sleep, sleep, sleep You are so sweet You are so sweet I'm walking through the city Like a drunk, but not With my slip showing a little Like a drunk, but not And I am one of your people But the cars don't stop And I am one of your people But the cars don't stop And it's been a long time since before I've been touched Now I'm getting touched all the time And it's only a matter of whom And it's only a matter of when An addiction to hands and feet There's a meat market down the street The boys and girls watch each other eat When they really just wanna watch each other sleep An addiction to hands and feet There's a meat market down the street The boys and girls watch each other eat When they really just wanna watch each other sleep Sleep They want to watch, to watch each other Sleep, sleep, sleep They want to watch, to watch each other Sleep, sleep, sleep They want to watch, to watch each other Sleep, sleep, sleep You are so sweet You are so sweet |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
Some said the local lake had been enchanted
Others said it must have been the weather The neighbors were trying to keep it quiet But I swear that I could hear the laughter So they jokingly nicknamed it the porridge Cause overnight that lake had turned as thick as butter But the local kids would still go swimming, drinking Saying that to them it doesn't matter If you just hold in your breath til you come back up in full Hold in your breath til you thought it through, you fool The genius next door was busing tables Wiping clean the ketchup bottle labels Getting high and mumbling German fables Didn't care as long as he was able To strip his clothes off by the dumpsters At night while everyone was sleeping And to wade midway into that porridge Just him and the secret he was keeping If you just hold in your breath til you come back up in full Hold in your breath til you thought it through, you foolish child In the morning the film crews start arriving With coffee, donuts, and reporters The kids were waking up hungover The neighbors were starting up their cars The garbageman were emptying the dumpsters Atheists were praying full of sarcasm And the genius next door was sleeping Dreaming that the antidote is orgasm If you just hold in your breath til you come back up in full Hold in your breath til you thought it through, you foolish child! |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
I found a wallet
I found a wallet Inside were pictures of your small family You were so young Your hair dark brown You had been born in nineteen fifty-three Your winter birthday Was stamped on the plastic Of a license so recently expired I was so tired As I walked through my door I laid all the contents of your wallet on the floor And like a holy relic Or a mystery novel I thumbed them in the dim light Searching for a clue A blockbuster card An old stick of juicy fruit A crumpled receipt For a pair of leather boots I have no wallet I have no wallet I keep my cards together with a blue rubber band And with a free hand I search in my pockets For pieces of, pieces of paper and change I'll take your wallet To my local blockbuster They'll find your number In their computer You'll never know me I'll never know you But you'll be so happy When they call you up |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
Your stitches are all out
But your scars are healing wrong The helium balloon inside your room has come undone And it's pushing up at the ceiling And the flickering lights it cannot get beyond Everyone takes turns Now it's yours to play the part And they're sitting all around you Holding copies of your chart And the misery inside their eyes is Synchronized and reflecting into yours Hold on One more time with feeling Try it again, breathing's just a rhythm Say it in your mind until you know that the words are right This is why we fight You thought by now you'd be So much better than you are You thought by now they'd see That you had come so far And the pride inside their eyes Would synchronized into a love you've never known So much more than you've been shown Hold on One more time with feeling Try it again, breathing's just a rhythm Say it in your mind, until you know that the Words are right This is why we fight This is why we fight |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
The man of a thousand faces
Sits down at the table Eats a small lump of sugar And smiles at the moon like he knows her He begins his quiet ascension Without anyone's steady instruction To a place with no religion He's found a path to her likeness His words are quiet like stains are On a tablecloth washed in a river Stains that are trying to cover For each other Or at least blend in with the pattern Good is better than perfect Scrub till your fingers are bleeding And I'm crying with insight I tell others to do without crying He used to go to his favorite bookstores And rip out his favorite pages And stuff 'em into his breast pockets The moon, to him, was a stranger Now he sits down at a table Right next to the window And begins his quiet ascension Without anyone's steady instruction To a place with no religion He's found a path to her likeness He eats a small lump of sugar Smiles at the moon like he knows her |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
You step on all my parts
And then you walk right out the door And I know that your Love ain't never Comin' back no more Time is all around Except inside my clock Everybody's Waiting for their Lover to unlock Leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die When they're about to fall from trees When they're about to dry Up Time is all around Time is all a Round I hallucinate A cat between my feet I'm stepping lightly so as not to Hurt It Everybody wants To say that you have changed Of course you've changed, you've changed, you've changed Your mind's been rearranged But leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die When they're about to fall from trees When they're about to dry Up Leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die When they're about to fall from trees When they're about to dry Up Why am I supposed to love if I don't want to love? Why am I supposed to I'm so tired Why am I supposed to love if I don't want to? I don't want I don't want to I don't want Leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die When they're about to fall from trees When they're about to dry Up Leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die When they're about to fall from trees When they're about to dry Up |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war No one's laughing at God When they're starving or freezing or so very poor No one laughs at God when the doctor calls After some routine tests No one's laughing at God When it's gotten real late And their kid's not back from that party yet No one laughs at God when their airplane Starts to uncontrollably shake No one's laughing at God When they see the one they love hand in hand With someone else and they hope that they're mistaken No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door And they say "We've got some bad new, sir," No one's laughing at God When there's a famine, fire or flood But God can be funny At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or When the crazies say he hates us And they get so red in the head You think that they're about to choke God can be funny When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way And when presented like a genie Who does magic like Houdini Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus God can be so hilarious Ha ha, ha ha No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one's laughing at God When they've lost all they got And they don't know what for No one laughs at God on the day they realize That the last sight they'll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes No one's laughing at God When they're saying their goodbyes God can be funny At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or When the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head You think that they're about to choke God can be funny When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way And when presented like a genie Who does magic like Houdini Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus God can be so hilarious No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one laughing at God in a hospital No one's laughing at God in a war No one's laughing at God When they're starving or freezing or so very poor No one's laughing at God No one's laughing at God No one's laughing at God We're all laughing with God |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
You are so sweet
Dancing to the beat There's a meat market down the street The boys and the girls watch each other eat You are so sweet, so sweet Dancing and moving to that beat, that beat There's a meat market down the street The boys and girls watch each other eat The boys and the girls watch each other eat When they really just wanna watch each other Sleep They want to watch, to watch each other Sleep, sleep sleep Sleep They want to watch, to watch each other Sleep, sleep, sleep You are so sweet You are so sweet I'm walking through the city Like a drunk, but not With my slip showing a little Like a drunk, but not And I am one of your people But the cars don't stop And I am one of your people But the cars don't stop And it's been a long time since before I've been touched Now I'm getting touched all the time And it's only a matter of whom And it's only a matter of when An addiction to hands and feet There's a meat market down the street The boys and girls watch each other eat When they really just wanna watch each other sleep An addiction to hands and feet There's a meat market down the street The boys and girls watch each other eat When they really just wanna watch each other sleep Sleep They want to watch, to watch each other Sleep, sleep, sleep They want to watch, to watch each other Sleep, sleep, sleep They want to watch, to watch each other Sleep, sleep, sleep You are so sweet You are so sweet |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
It’s like forgetting the words to your favorite song
You can’t believe it You were always singing along It was so easy and the words so sweet You can’t remember You try to feel the beat Eet, eet, eet, eet Eet, eet, eet, eet You spent half of your life trying to fall behind You’re using your headphones to drown out your mind It was so easy, and the words so sweet You can’t remember You try to move your feet Eet, eet, eet, eet Eet, eet, eet, eet Someone’s deciding whether or not to steal He opens the window just to feel the chill He hears that outside a small boy just starting to cry ‘Cause it’s his turn but his brother won’t let him try It’s like forgetting the words to your favorite song You can’t believe it You were always singing along It was so easy and the words so sweet You can’t remember You try to move your feet It was so easy and the words so sweet You can’t remember, you try to feel the beat |
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from Regina Spektor - Far (2009)
The man of a thousand faces
Sits down at the table Eats a small lump of sugar And smiles at the moon like he knows her He begins his quiet ascension Without anyone's steady instruction To a place with no religion He's found a path to her likeness His words are quiet like stains are On a tablecloth washed in a river Stains that are trying to cover For each other Or at least blend in with the pattern Good is better than perfect Scrub till your fingers are bleeding And I'm crying with insight I tell others to do without crying He used to go to his favorite bookstores And rip out his favorite pages And stuff 'em into his breast pockets The moon, to him, was a stranger Now he sits down at a table Right next to the window And begins his quiet ascension Without anyone's steady instruction To a place with no religion He's found a path to her likeness He eats a small lump of sugar Smiles at the moon like he knows her |
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from My Sister's Keeper [ost] (2009)
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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from Regina Spektor - Laughing With & Blue Lips (2009)
No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one's laughing at God When they're starving or freezing or so very poor No one laughs at God when the doctor calls After some routine tests No one's laughing at God When it's gotten real late And their kid's not back from that party yet No one laughs at God when their airplane Starts to uncontrollably shake No one's laughing at God When they see the one they love hand in hand With someone else and they hope that they're mistaken No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door And they say "We've got some bad new, sir," No one's laughing at God When there's a famine, fire or flood But God can be funny At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or When the crazies say he hates us And they get so red in the head You think that they're about to choke God can be funny When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way And when presented like a genie Who does magic like Houdini Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus God can be so hilarious Ha ha, ha ha No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one's laughing at God When they've lost all they got And they don't know what for No one laughs at God on the day they realize That the last sight they'll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes No one's laughing at God When they're saying their goodbyes God can be funny At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or When the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head You think that they're about to choke God can be funny When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way And when presented like a genie Who does magic like Houdini Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus God can be so hilarious No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one laughing at God in a hospital No one's laughing at God in a war No one's laughing at God When they're starving or freezing or so very poor No one's laughing at God No one's laughing at God No one's laughing at God We're all laughing with God |
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from Regina Spektor - Laughing With & Blue Lips (2009)
He stumbled into faith and thoughtGod, there is all there isThe pictures in his mind aroseAnd began to breatheAnd all the gods and all the worldsBegan colliding on a backdrop of blueBlue lips, blue veinsHe took a step but then felt tiredHe said I'll rest a little whileBut when he tried to walk againHe wasn't a childAnd all the people hurried fast, real fastAnd no one ever smiledBlue lips, blue veinsBlue, the color of our planetFrom far, far awayBlue lips, blue veinsBlue, the color of our planetFrom far, far awayHe stumbled into faith and thoughtGod, there is all there isThe pictures in his mind aroseAnd began to breatheAnd no one saw and no one heardThey just followed the leadThe pictures in his mind aroseAnd began to breatheAnd no one sawAnd no one heard they just followed the leadThe pictures in his mind awokeAnd began to breedThey started off beneath an olive treeAnd they chopped it down to make a picket fenceAnd marching along the railroad tracksThey smiled real wide for the camera lensAs they made it past the enemy linesJust to become enslaved in the enemy linesBlue lips, blue veinsBlue, the color of our planetFrom far, far awayBlue lips, blue veinsBlue, the color of our planetFrom far, far awayBlue, the most human color [x3]Blue lips, blue veinsBlue, the color of our planetFrom far, far away
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from Regina Spektor - Summer In The City [single] (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Better [single] (2006)
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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from Regina Spektor - Fidelity [single] (2006)
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 of these voices I hear in my mind All of these words I hear in my mind All of this music And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart Suppose I never ever met you Suppose we'd never fell in love, Suppose I never ever let you, Kiss me so sweet and so soft Suppose I never ever saw you Suppose you 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 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 x7 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 of these voices I hear in my mind All of these words I hear in my mind All of this music And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart 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 of these voices I hear in my mind All of these words I hear in my mind All of this music And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart breaks my heart Breaks my heart x8 |
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from Regina Spektor - On The Radio [single] (2006)
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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from I’m Yours: The Perfect Modern-Day Love Songs (2009)
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 of these voices I hear in my mind All of these words I hear in my mind All of this music And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart Suppose I never ever met you Suppose we'd never fell in love, Suppose I never ever let you, Kiss me so sweet and so soft Suppose I never ever saw you Suppose you 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 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 x7 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 of these voices I hear in my mind All of these words I hear in my mind All of this music And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart 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 of these voices I hear in my mind All of these words I hear in my mind All of this music And it breaks my heart And it breaks my heart breaks my heart Breaks my heart x8 |
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from 500 Days Of Summer (500일의 썸머) [ost] (2009)
They made a statue of us
And it put it on a mountaintop Now tourists come and stare at us Blow bubbles with their gum Take photographs have fun, have fun They'll name a city after us And later say it's all our fault Then they'll give us a talking to Then they'll give us a talking to Because they've got years of experience We're living in a den of thieves Rummaging for answers in the pages We're living in a den of thieves And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious We wear our scarves just like a noose But not 'cause we want eternal sleep And though our parts are slightly used New ones are slave labor you can keep We're living in a den of thieves Rummaging for answers in the pages We're living in a den of thieves And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious They made a statue of us They made a statue of us The tourists come and stare at us The sculptor's mama sends regards They made a statue of us They made a statue of us Our noses have begun to rust We're living in a den of thieves Rummaging for answers in the pages Were living in a den of thieves And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious And it's contagious |
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from 500 Days Of Summer (500일의 썸머) [ost] (2009)
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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from Prince Caspian Flees (나니아 연대기 캐스피언 왕자) by Harry Gregson Williams [ost] (2009)
The Call - Regina Spektor - Prince Caspian
It started out as a feeling Which then grew into a hope Which then turned into a quiet thought Which then turned into a quiet word And then that word grew louder and louder 'Til it was a battle cry I'll come back.. When you call me No need to say goodbye. Just because everything's changing Doesn't mean it's never Been this way before All you can do is try to know Who your friends are As you head off to the war pick a star on the dark horizon And follow the light.. You'll come back When it's over No need to say goodbye. You'll come back When it's over No need to say goodbye. Now we're back to the beginning It's just a feeling and now one knows yet. But just because they can't feel it too Doesn't mean that you have to forget. Let your memories grow stronger and stronger 'Til ther're before your eyes. You'll come back When they call you No need to say goodbye. You'll come back When the call you No need to say goodbye.. |
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from Et Soudain Tout Le Monde Me Manque by Jonathan Johnson [ost] (2011)
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 On the radio - uh oh On the radio - uh oh On the radio |
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from Thenewno2 - EP002 [single] (2011)
Headlights had a few
What's a lie supposed to do Just spend the night close to you When you live a lie that shit is cool Oooh ah haa Oooh ah haa I'm alive didn't you knew With a headlight over view Rabbit eyes bearing down on you When you live a lie that shit is true So long to live a lie So long too in control So long just waiting Waiting Doors and windows closed Oooh ah haa Oooh ah haa Red and white I've seen it too The phone lines back in two You and I in the same room Now you and I are fallen through The more you try the more it comes back on you Like a white lie in review We spend some time in the same room And if you live a lie that shit is cool So long to live a lie So long too in control So long just waiting Waiting Doors and windows closed Oooh ah haa Doors and windows closed Oooh ah haa Doors and windows closed Oooh ah haa Doors and windows closed Oooh ah haa You and I in the same room Now you and I are fallen through |
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