| Regina Spektor – Ode to Divorce Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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Oh, and you know what? As long as someone's broken me to small parts and is hoarding the ones they find useful while discarding the rest -- it makes it practically impossible to get in a REAL relationship. I need to take back those parts for me so I can be whole on my own. |
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| Regina Spektor – Ode to Divorce Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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"I need your money, It'll help me. I need your car, and I need your love. -- Won't you help a brother out?" ^ She feels like a beggar here. Not that she's homeless. Yeah, we divide up our cars and our money when we get divorced, but as some commenters mention, the biggest gaping loss is knowing they don't love you anymore. I dunno, I almost feel like she's pointing to the futility of begging for love. "Just break me to small parts; let go in small doses" - let's take this separation thing slowly. Nevermind that you can't love ALL of me anymore -- there are parts of me you'd still find useful! I didn't feel this way so much in the divorce, but I did feel A LOT like this in my first post-divorce relationship -- and still feel that way sometimes as far as being a bit of a useful spare part for that guy. He doesn't want me, but he hangs onto bits and pieces of the relationship anyway while I futilely beg for his love, Aye, that's gotta stop. |
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| Regina Spektor – Folding Chair Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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So, I have some confusion about this part: "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" So if the tide could take her home by covering up her ears, and she is too scared to let it, and if the sky is heaven, and if the sea is a wetter version of that... and she's too scared to go but still dreams of the dolphins' song (or of sea lions impersonating dolphins) - dolphins are said to be super carefree, happy creatures. I sort of wish I were a dolphin sometimes, instead of being this person who struggles with depression and feeling like I'm not good enough. When really things should just be simple and happy. I mean, my eyelashes catch my sweat, too, right? I should be fine! There's a shadow, you can't see her eyes. You can see this perfectly cute scene on the beach, but you can't see into the windows of her soul to see what's really going on. Maybe her boyfriend is depressed, too. And maybe she's realizing that if they'd just relax and live the simple life, they could be happy... |
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| Regina Spektor – Folding Chair Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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FWIW: "I get scared I get scared NOW I'm sitting here alone" probably should be: "I get scared Now I'm sitting here alone" Also, on Far, there's nothing about the waves being a frothier version of the sky. Just a repeat about the sea being a wetter version of the sky. |
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| Regina Spektor – Time Is All Around Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| Interesting interpretation... FWIW, some of us think life would be much simpler if we didn't love so easily. Why do I have to love if I don't want to? | |
| Regina Spektor – Time Is All Around Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| In my 30s here and yeah I agree with the biological clock thing... | |
| Regina Spektor – Time Is All Around Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| Personally, I think she might be referring to a biological clock. | |
| Regina Spektor – Braille Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| Quick and dirty ways to "fix" an accidental pregnancy and the unwanted pregnancy prone... | |
| Regina Spektor – Braille Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Am I totally off? I think this is a song about a woman who regrets having an abortion. She & the father were just goofing around, but she still kind of got attached to the idea of having this child. Then the father took off (he's not around to play along), and she realized she and her baby would be in poverty (eating cold soup from a can), possibly homeless or dead (roadkill). So it's turpentine (to induce abortion) and patches (to prevent another pregnancy). The playing with matches bit -- in my local culture that's a euphemism for playing with sex. Matches are great under the right circumstances, and destructive under others. And these two were apparently bored; they didn't know what else to play. Elvis couldn't carry a tune because he never had a chance. She's blowing out birthday candles for him, blowing out the dream of him being a singer... thinking about puddles (of blood possibly? amniotic fluid? vomit from drinking turpentine?) -- thinking about actually being a mom, wondering if she could now (tracing her years) and saying she's still incapable (just a jerk playing with matches). And trying to make out the meaning of it all, like the stretchmarks can deliver a message she was blind to all along... |
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| Regina Spektor – The Calculation Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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I've always loved this song, and then it happened to me. You went into the kitchen cupboard Got yourself another hour And you gave half of it to me. -- I've got a friend who feels right at home with me (enough that we know each other's kitchens and feel free to help ourselves in them). Even when he's out of time, he somehow finds more time to spend with me, and I do the same for him. We sat there looking at the faces Of these strangers 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 -- Only, my friend and I aren't dating. I wish we were. I mean we practically ARE dating, minus the romance. We're committed to each other as friends and we're emotionally intimate. But he doesn't feel that way about me. So we've sat here before looking over pages and pages of faces on internet dating sites analyzing what makes a match and what does not. We've thought a lot about this. :-p So we made our own computer Out of macaroni pieces And it did our thinking while we lived our lives -- you might as well have a box of macaroni determine who would or wouldn't be a good match for you. But we keep trying with these matches, pretty halfheartedly. Mostly we just keep going on with whatever else our lives have in store. It counted up our feelings And divided them up even And it called that calculation perfect love -- the irony? Strictly by calculations, we'd make a pretty great couple. Didn't even know That love was bigger Didn't even know That love was so, so Hey Hey Hey -- love IS more than a calculation, as we're about to find out. Or so I hope we will someday... Hey this fire it's burnin' Burnin' us up -- and yeah, to me it already feels a lot like spontaneous combustion. I'm hoping he'll catch on too... So we made the hard decision And we each made an incision Past our muscles and our bones -- you get to that point where you're thinking, okay, am I just incapable of that kind of love? Saw our hearts were little stones... Pulled them out they weren't beating And we weren't even bleeding -- no wonder there's no passion! Our hearts aren't natural... what happened here? As we lay them on the granite counter top -- (because, of course, we're hanging out in one of our kitchens...) We beat 'em up Against each other / We struck 'em hard Against each other We struck 'em so hard So hard Until they sparked -- we're going to take these little hard-as-flint hearts and strike them until they spark, igniting the fire that burns us up, right? Anyway. That's my interpretation. And I do wish I could figure out how to make his heart spark because dang, I'm burning up already! |
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| Jaymay – Gray Or Blue Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Superbamboogirl: She's trying to win him with words because she has no other way. She doesn't have what it takes to win his heart. She's walking home (away) in the rain after he's revealed that truth to him. Makes me wonder how many of us have not-quite-dated this same guy ;-) |
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| Regina Spektor – On the Radio Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Love this song. Don't the first two and a half verses seem to be about being dead, actually? What with catacombs, bones, worms, hearses, and the styrofoam melting under warmth so hot none of them could sleep... So they pray for their loved ones to be free from diseases while listening to one of the longest songs ever... about how nothing lasts forever ... and they listen to it twice, because apparently the afterlife D.J. is asleep.... unlike the singer and her friends :) But hey, they've got quite the perspective on life now, don't they? And so they share it in the last few verses. And it's a very nice way of looking at things I think :) Anyway. Love her songs... |
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| Regina Spektor – Two Birds Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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One wants to change for the better, and her other half says he does too. So she gets all excited about doing it together.. only he never does.. The lack of support discourages her, but she loves him so she comes back to that wire, wanting to believe him when he says he'll change, but knowing in her heart he's just a liar. And she seems to know she could pull it off if she weren't stuck with him, but then she comes back to this "oh but wait, I love you, I'll believe you.. I won't let go of your hand.." (just of this wire, hopefully?) Could be compared to alot of things: quitting cigarettes, for example. A couple swears they'll quit, but only one of them puts any effort into it and it's incredibly hard to kick the habit when the person you love is just blowing smoke. |
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| The All-American Rejects – I Wanna Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Could be about jail, but sometimes a person feels like they're in jail even though there are no bars around them. For example: that limbo dimension a person lives in while they're mid divorce. It goes on for years sometimes and yeah it definitely feels like jail. I could go out and commit a crime, so to speak, it's been more than a year and I could justify it away, but it'd still be wrong in my book so I don't. I'm stuck. I'm dying to be set free. But boy howdy, when I've got a crush on a person these lyrics hit home. |
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| O.A.R. – Shattered (Turn the Car Around) Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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sounds like an abusive relationship to me... where you want to leave, you know you SHOULD leave, and you even know you'd be just fine (good) without the abuser, but something keeps pulling you back. And the longer the night goes on when you try to leave the more you second guess yourself, which leads to turning back again. Because you somehow don't feel like you're all you want to be when you get out of the bad situation. So you go back and wait to get stronger. Only you never do, because its the bad relationship that's breaking you. And waiting it out, taking your time.. its a waste of time. So you try again to get out without turning that car around.. you want to turn your life around. At least that's what I want it to mean. Here's hoping the next track says how to make the escape :-p |
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