This artist has repeatedly proven herself to be astonishingly enjoyable, and simultaneously challenging to understand. Her lyrics explore a "private universe" of sorts, much as Björk's do, where a sort of dream-logic prevails. Sometimes it's hard to discern the meaning in such phrases; it's possible that at times there is no meaning, that the words are simply organized for a pleasing confluence of sound or a vague evocative effect. Whatever the rationale behind her unusual lyricism, Spektor's songs are always emotive and startlingly original.
Braille
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god so she names the baby Elvis to make up for the royalty he lacked And from then on it was turpentine and patches from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can They were just two jerks playing with matches Cause that's all they knew how to play And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window And she knew they were destined to become sacred road kill on the way And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes And from then on it was turpentine and patches from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can They were just two jerks playing with matches Cause that's all they knew how to play Elvis never could carry a tune she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon she was tracing the years with her fingers on her skin saying why don't I begin again with turpentine and patches with cold Campbell's from the can after all I'm still a jerk playing with matches it's just that he's not around to play along I'm still an ass hole playing with matches Blowing out my wishes blowing out my dreams Just sitting here and trying to decipher what's written in braille upon my skin...Back to top
Ne Me Quitte Pas
Down in Bowery they lose their ballads and their lipped mouths in the night And stumbling through the street they say, Sir do you got a light? And if you do then you're my friend And if you don't then you're my foe And if you are a deity of any sort then please don't go Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah Ne me quitte pas Down in Lexington they walk in new shoes stuck to aging feet And close their eyes and open and recognize the aging street And think about the things were right when they were young and veins were tight And if you are the ghost of Christmas past then won't you stay the night Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah Ne me quitte pas Down in Bronxy Bronx the kids go sledding down snow covered slopes and frozen noses, frozen toes The frozen city starts to glow And yes they know it will pass And yes they know New York will thaw But if you are a friend of any sort Then play along and catch a cold Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah Ne me quitte pas I love Paris in the rain, I love Paris in the rain I love, I love, I love in the rain... Down in Paris they walk fast That is unless they're walking slow And in cafes they look away that is unless they look right in And in the gardens I'm getting lost that is unless I'm getting found And if you are the ghost of New York City then won't you stick around Ne me quitte pas, mon cher Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah Ne me quitte pas I love Paris in the rain, I love Paris in the rain I love, I love, I love, in the rain I love Paris in the rain, I love Paris in the rain I love, I love, I love, in the rain And I love, I love, I love, in the rain...Back to top
Samson
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 wonderbread 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 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 in the yellow light 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 You are my sweetest downfall I loved you firstBack to top
Us
They made a statue of us and put it on a mountaintop Now tourists come and stare at us Blow bubbles with their gum, take photgraphs of 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 cause 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 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 They made a statue of us They made a statue of us The tourists come and stare and us The sculptor's momma 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 we're living in a den of thieves and it's contagiousBack to top
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