Regina Spektor

Nov 08, 2012 05:13

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All the Rowboats

All the rowboats
In the paintings
They keep trying to row away

And the captains' worried faces
Stay contorted and staring at the waves
They'll keep hanging
In their gold frames
For forever
Forever and a day

All the rowboats
In the oil paintings
They keep trying to
Row away, row away...

Hear them whispering
French and German, Dutch, Italian and Latin
When no one's looking
I touch a sculpture
Marble, cold and soft as satin

But the most special
Are the most lonely
God I pity the violins
In glass coffins
They keep coughing
They've forgotten
Forgotten how to sing
How to sing

First there's lights out
Then there's lock up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault
For being timeless
There's a price to pay
And a consequence
All the galleries
The museums
"Here's your ticket
Welcome to the tombs"
They're just public mausoleums
The living dead fill every room

But the most special
Are the most lonely
God I pity the violins
In glass coffins they keep coughing
They've forgotten
Forgotten how to sing
They will stay there
In their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats
In the oil paintings
They keep trying to
Row away, row away....

First there's lights out
Then there's lock up
Master pieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault
For being timeless
There's a price to pay
And a consequence
All the galleries
The museums
They will stay there
Forever and a day
All the rowboats
In the oil paintings
They keep trying to
Row away, row away...

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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, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas

Down in Lexington they walk in new shoes stuck to aging feet
And close their eyes and open
And not 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, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas, ooh ooh ooh
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
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 that it will pass
And yes they know New York will thaw
But if you're 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, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas, ooh ooh ooh
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
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
And I Love I love I love 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 get 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, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas, ooh ooh ooh
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
Ne me quitte pas, ah ah ah
Ne me quitte pas, mon cher
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...

And I love, I love, I love, in the rain
I love, I love
In the rain, in the rain
Oh I love in the rain
In the rain, in the rain

Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas

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