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Regina Spektor
Regina Spektor


Background information
Birth name Regina Ilyinichna Spektor
Born February 18, 1980
Born place Moscow, Russia
Genre(s) Anti-folk
Alternative Rock
Indie Rock
Acoustic
Blues
Years active 1999—present
Label(s) Sire Records
Warner Music Group
Website Website



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Regina Spektor Album


Far (06/23/2009)
06/23/2009
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Time Is All Around (bonus track)
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The Sword & The Pen (bonus track)
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Riot Gear (bonus track)
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. . .


You went into the kitchen cupboard
Got yourself another hour
And you gave half of it to me
We sat there looking at the faces
Of these stranges in the pages
'Til we knew 'em 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 that calculation perfect love

Didn't even know
That love was bigger
Didn't even know
That love was so, so
Hey Hey Hey

Hey this fire it's burnin'
Burnin' us up

Hey this fire it's burnin'
Burnin' us
Up

So we made the hard decision
And we each made an incision
Past our muscles and our bones
Saw our hearts were little stones

Pulled them out they weren't beating
And we weren't even bleeding
As we lay them on the 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
Until they sparked

Hey this fire it's burnin'
Burnin' us up

Hey this fire it's burnin'
Burnin' us Up

Hey this fire it's burnin'
Burnin' us
Up

. . .


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 a beat eeet eeeet eeet

You spend 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 eeet eeet

Someone's deciding
Whether or not to steal
He opens a window
Just to feel the chill
He hears that outside
A small boy just started to cry
Cuz 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-t-t-t-t-t

. . .


He stumbled into faith and thought
This is all
There is
The pictures in his mind arose
And began
To breathe
And all the gods in all the worlds
Began colliding on a backdrop of blue

Blue lips
Blue veins

He took a step
But then felt tired
He said, I'll rest
A little while
But when he tried
To walk again
He wasn't
A child
And all the people hurried past
Real fast and no one ever smiled

Blue lips
Blue veins
Blue, the color of the planet from far, far away
Blue lips
Blue veins
Blue, the color of the planet from far, far away

He stumbled into faith and thought
God this is all
There is
The pictures in his mind arose
And began
To breathe
And no one saw and no one heard
They just followed
Leaders
The pictures in his mind awoke
And began
To breed

They started off beneath the knowledge tree
Then they chopped it down to make white picket fences
They marched along the railroad tracks
And smiled real wide for the camera lenses
They made it past the enemy lines
Just to become enslaved in the assembly lines

Blue lips
Blue veins
Blue, the color of our planet from far, far away
Blue lips
Blue veins
Blue, the color of our planet from far, far away
Blue
The most human color
Blue
The most human color
Blue
The most human color
Blue lips
Blue veins
Blue, the color of the planet from far, far away

. . .


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 these clothes all cool
And you'll
Graffiti up his toys
I've got a perfect body
But sometimes I forget
I've got a perfect body
'Cause my eyelashes catch my sweat
Yes, they do
They dooo

Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo
Ooo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo
Ooo

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
Now I'm sitting here alone
Dreaming of the dolphin song

Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo
Ooo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo
Ooo

Maybe one day you'll 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 wetter version of the skies

There's a shadow
You can't see my eyes
There's a shadow
You can't see my eyes

. . .


My eyes are bi-focal
My hands are sub-jointed
I live in the future
In my pre-war 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 perspectives
And who lacks my organics
And who covets my defense
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 pre-war apartment
Soon to be your post-war apartment
And you live in the future
And the future
It's here
It's bright
It's now

. . .


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 they're mistaken

No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door
And they say we've got some bad news, sir
No one's laughing at God when there's a famine, fire or flood

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when 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 they're 'bout 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've 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

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when 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 they're 'bout 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
No one's laughing at God
We're all laughing with God

. . .


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've won!
Human!
Human of the year!
You've won!

Why are you so scared?
You stand there shaking in 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've won!
Human!
Human of the year!
You've won!
Won
On
On
You have won!

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Outside the cars are beepin'
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 sigh, grew silent
Till next year's big human winner

Outside the cars were beepin'
Out a song just in your honor
And though 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!

. . .


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...

. . .


You are so sweet
Dancing to that 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

(Her solo)

I am 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
They want to watch, to watch each other
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Sleep
They want to watch, to watch each other
Sleep, sleep, sleep

They want to watch, to watch each other
They want to be watched, they want to be washed
They want to be touched, to touch each other
They want to sleep, they want to be slept
They want to watch, to watch each other
They want to be watched, they want to be washed
They want to be touched, to touch each other
They want to sleep, they want to be slept
They want to watch, to watch each other
They want to be watched, they want to be washed
They want to be touched, to touch each other
They want to sleep, they want to be slept
They want to watch, to watch each other
They want to watch, they want to be watched
To watch each other, to watch each other
To watch each other...

Watch each other
Watch each other
Watch each other
Watch each other
Watch each other
Watch each other...

. . .


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 bussing 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 wade midway into that porridge
Just him and the secret he was keeping

You just hold in your breath
Till you come back up in full
Hold in your breath
Till you thought it through
You foolish child

In the morning, the film crews start arriving
With donuts, coffee, and reporters
The kids were waking up hungover
The neighbors were starting up their cars
The garbagemen were emptying the dumpsters
Atheists were praying full of sarcasm
And the genius next door was sleeping
Dreaming that the antidote is orgasm

Just hold in your breath
Till you come back up in full
Hold in your breath
Till you thought it through
You foolish child
Oh
Oh
Oh, la, lalalalala
Oh
Oh
Oh, la, lalalalala

. . .


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 let 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

. . .


Your stitches are all out, but your scars are healing wrong
And 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

Oh, 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 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 synchronize into a love you'll never know
So much more than you can show

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

. . .


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

And begins his quiet ascension
Without anyone's steady instruction
To a place that no religion
Has found a path to or a 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 for things that
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

And 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 of no religion

He's found a path to her likeness
He eats a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he knows her

. . .


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

. . .


Don't let me get out of this kiss
don't let me say what I say
The things that scare us today
what if they happen someday
Don't let me out of your arms
for now

What if the sword kills the pen
What if the god kills the man
And if he does it with love
well then it's death from above
and death from above is still a death

I don't want to live without you
(repeated)

For those who still can recall
the desperate colors of fall
The sweet caresses of May
only in poems remain
no one recites them these days
for the shame

So what if nothing is safe
so what if no one is saved
no matter how sweet
no matter how brave
What if each to his own lonely grave

I don't want to live without you

. . .


Wake up
Put on my riot gear
But in the study of my house
I've got a smoking jacket passed to me from Grand Daddy
It's made of bow and arrow meat

Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do

Come home
Take off my riot gear
Put on my smoke jacket
But in the library of my house I have a laugh
Medieval jokes are just as funny now
If you've got a degree

Heaven help the ones who know
What makes the world go slow

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

The night comes
Time to go on the town
And in my best
Sashimi dress
And marble arch supporting shoes
I am a vision in my horse-drawn tank

Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da

Stay out
Drinking into the night
And they are saying those same things
And I'm like "Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee"
'Til half-past three
And then it's time for me to go

Heaven help the ones who know
What makes the world go slow
What makes the world go slow

Come home
Take off my tuna dress
Put on my collard greens
And in my sleep
What dreams may come
Before I'm woken by alarms
Put on my riot gear

. . .


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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