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Walking home from work
Stop at the supermarket
The condiment aisle
A jar of pickles catches the eye
Made eye contact with a solitary pickle
But the jar took it home
Then made up the stairs
And made it through the doorway
And waded through the floor
Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom
The truest room in the whole damn hous
saying love is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
So the answer's got to be love
so feeding time with TV
Then sleeping time not sleepy so reading time with pickle
But where the bedside lamp had been
Is now emanating soft soft green
Has it always been this way?
Is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed?
maybe now things will start to change,
And life will turn a better page
No more rage.
saying love is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
But I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be love
Love
Tomorrow back to work again
But run to the supermarket
Running hopeful through the aisles
Haven't been this happy in a long time
But not a single jar will smile
After hours
Man pickle jars are just pickle jars
And pickles are just pickles
Ingredients: water, salt, cucumbers, garlic, and pickling spices
But love is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be love
Love is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love
Stop at the supermarket
The condiment aisle
A jar of pickles catches the eye
Made eye contact with a solitary pickle
But the jar took it home
Then made up the stairs
And made it through the doorway
And waded through the floor
Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom
The truest room in the whole damn hous
saying love is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
So the answer's got to be love
so feeding time with TV
Then sleeping time not sleepy so reading time with pickle
But where the bedside lamp had been
Is now emanating soft soft green
Has it always been this way?
Is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed?
maybe now things will start to change,
And life will turn a better page
No more rage.
saying love is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
But I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be love
Love
Tomorrow back to work again
But run to the supermarket
Running hopeful through the aisles
Haven't been this happy in a long time
But not a single jar will smile
After hours
Man pickle jars are just pickle jars
And pickles are just pickles
Ingredients: water, salt, cucumbers, garlic, and pickling spices
But love is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be love
Love is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love
Lyrics submitted by TheBeff, edited by kiackley90
"Reading Time with Pickle" as written by Regina Spektor
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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When she can't find another pickle she likes at the end, yes she's probably yearning for a person, another physical person to share the feeling with. But maybe it's also that the "pickle" has grown stale. The feeling just isn't the same as it was the first time.
I must have been about three or four. It was dinner time, and I was sitting at my little plastic table, about to eat some pasta. I started thinking about how my pasta may have once been something else. I might have thought it had once been a living thing, or maybe just a thing with feelings that did not want to die.
I started crying into my bowl and asking the spaghetti to forgive me for the pain I had surely inflicted upon it...I tried to reason that I was very hungry, so that it should forgive me. :)
Pasta doesn't taste as good when it is drenched in the sorrow of a four year old girl.
So, that is my story of a time when I gave human quality to an unanimate object...kind of like the character in the song!
that's why i'm just gonna post what i thought the song was about up until now. what i actually still think it is about.
so, when i listen to the song i always think it's about falling in and out of love. i think some other people here said this before as well.
the pickles and pickle jars are a metaphor for guys. you get to know one, invite him into your life and everything. he starts to metaphorically tint your life with his colours - "eminating soft soft green"
you are happy and everything feels magical and you start to think that maybe *this* is it, this is how it's supposed to be and supposed to stay.
but suddenly the magic vanishes and before you really understand what's happening you've fallen out of love. and you look at him and think "well, what was so special about him, really. he's just like any other guy."
but the thing that this song tells me is that love is the one thing that can transform a perfectly normal boy into prince charming. and that's a great thing, in my opinion.
and secondly, that love is a thing that can't be nailed down to one meaning. it's the answer to all the questions we have forgotten, to all the questions we will never ask. it's always changing and always moving. that's what's so wonderful about it. sure, it also means people can fall out of love, but that's ok because in the end love is still the red line in life. the thing that keeps it all together.
several years ago...like over half a decade now...i had a terrible breakup with my then-new boyfriend (now fiancee, so it's okay:D). we were only apart for about 2 1/2 wks, but it was truly 2 1/2 of the worst weeks of my life. i dropped 25 pounds, started spending all my time pulling doubles and overtime (at a job i hated btw) and stopped taking phone calls from almost everyone--like literally kept my phone turned off because my heart would break every time it rang and i realized it wasn't him. the point is, i spent my time doing anything i could to keep my mind off him and made many fruitless attempts to find happiness in small, trivial pleasures ("pickles") like a sitcom or a funny book or a kid's movie etc. and it would appease me for all of five minutes before i'd be back to my old sad self.
so, to me, this song is talking about how when you're depressed, you'll find anything to latch onto that will give you some sense of comfort and happiness, no matter how empty and meaningless it really is. and how, if you find that thing, it completely consumes you. and then how, at some point, you look up and realize it's silly and you have to tell yourself that whatever that distraction or "pickle" is, it's not going to save you; you have to face the problem so you can move on. i won't go into the specifics of the lyrics, because in this context, they're all pretty straight forward.
but i love the line about the bathroom being the truest room in the whole damn house because it's true. of all the rooms in the house, you spend most of the time you're naked in the bathroom. just being you and not putting on any airs or hiding yourself away, but just simply being. and doing things like using the bathroom and showering in your own specific way that other people don't know about etc. and when you're in that kind of depression, the last thing you want is to be around other ppl, like your family, who you can't totally be yourself around and it makes you wanna run to a place you can be yourself.
anywho, sorry for this rant. i know no one cares about my silly break-up story, but i thought i needed to give an explanation...i probly didn't...oh well.
I liked your "rant"! It illustrates how a well-written song can mean something very personal to the listener. And I like your take on the bathroom; I hadn't thought of it
And I also really like the bathroom illustration. I always knew that I liked that line, but I never knew why until now. I've always been tempted to use that line in everyday speech.... "I'm going to use the bathroom.... The truest room and the whole damn house!"
makes me wants a freaking tv dinner! (:
why is she so brilliant?? :D