Cover di Soviet Kitsch

Soviet Kitsch
Album - 17 agosto 2004 - Debaser id 119507

di Regina Spektor

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
Peaking over your molars
You're talking to her now
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 need your money
It'll help me
I need your car and I need your love
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?

Just break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
You might make a dollar

You might make a dollar
Dollar
You 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?

Just 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
Il tuo voto:
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
Aw, 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 cafés

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
And you don't love your girlfriend
And you don't love your girlfriend
And you don't love your girlfriend
Il tuo voto:
Carbon monoxide
Soon I'll go to slee-ee-ee-eep
If I don't got my socks on right
They slide right off of my fee-ee-ee-eet
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 ho-oh-oh-ome
First time I get my socks on right
But I don't have a gas mask aw-aw-aw-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 slee-ee-ee-eep
No one will notice we're gone
'Cause we don't have a job to kee-ee-ee-eep
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
Il tuo voto:
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

Eaaa, ahh
A-da-dum
A-da-dum
Bum, ba-da-dum
Waau
Ba-daam

The papers around me are piling and twisting
Regina the paperback mummy
What then
I'm taking the knife to the books that I own
And I'm 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
Il tuo voto:
They made a statue of us
And put it on a mountain top
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
'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
And it's contagio-ah-us
And it's contagious
And it's contagio-ah-us

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 contagio-ah-us
And it's contagious
And it's contagio-ah-us

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
Il tuo voto:
She will kiss you till your lips bleed
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?
It should've been another state
Oh, stay...

'Cause Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch

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 blackjack on the deck
Still
Atop this giant puddle
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
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch
Mary Anne's a bitch

She will kiss you till your lip bleeds
But she will not take her dress off
Americana
Tropicana
Americana
Tropicana
Americana
Tropicana
Il tuo voto:
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
Il tuo voto:
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
Tryin to dryin to tryin 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 "ewwww"
Everyone who sees him says "ewwww"

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

And people make you nervous
You'd think the world was 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

Well maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee
And never ever watch the 10 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

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 pockets
Put dirtball's in your pockets
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
Il tuo voto:
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 couldnt hear or see

When they came out they said:
"You'll be okay, anyway"
And I smiled cause I'd known it all along.

No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you
I don't have to pay for this shit
I couldn't 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 couldn't 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,
Momma'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
Momma'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 don't have to pay for this shit
I couldn't 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 couldn't 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 die
You know I plan to retire some day,
And I'm a-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
I'm a-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
Babysat all four of my kids
I had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Babysat all four of my kids

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 god, Barbara
She looks so much like my mom
Oh my, Barbara
She looks so much like my mom
Il tuo voto:
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...
Il tuo voto:
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