random dose of Regina

Since I've been taking piano, I've been listening to a lot of Regina Spektor lately- she is one of my favorite artists, and her songs aren't that insanely difficult (on the piano) so I like to read over them and try to play them. Anyway, one of my favorites from her is a song called "Buildings." Her best songs are, of course, not the ones that have been on the radio. Sidenote: I've been reduced to listening to music on imeem or pandora all the time because my laptop isn't properly functioning as far as itunes is concerned (among other issues). My laptop AND six disc cd changer in my car are both in the process of dying this week. Boo. At least I still have my ipod. *knocks on wood*

Anyway, I'm going to try this...sorry if no link appears but right below this sentence you should be able to listen to the song.

Buildings - Regina Spektor

Here are the lyrics for "Buildings." The song itself is sad, but in some kind of twisted way I think it's a really sweet illustration of a husband who takes care of his wife under the given circumstances that aren't so good.

he was a husband who drove his wife home drunk from the parties
he was a husband who drove his wife home
and in the car he would lean her head gently against the side door window
and in the bathroom he would hold her hair back and hope, saying;

oh they build buildings oh they build buildings oh they build buildings
so tall these days

and in the morning she'd wake up and crouch recollections all day
but she would always always wake up the next morning
he'd take one look at her and say oh, oh it's ok
and her conscience would issue yet another last warning, saying;

oh they build buildings oh they build buildings oh they build buildings
so tall these days

and then she would ask for time and she'd ask for time and she'd ask for time and she'd ask for time,
and she would beg for time, and she'd beg for time and call it a gift
and he would give her time and he'd give her time and he'd give her time and he'd give her time-
but time is not given and time is not taken
it just sifts through its sift

it would be coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee and coffee some more
and he'd go to work and she'd take a sick day and rot at the core
and by the time he came back she'd scrubbed the bathrooms and made them smell like pine
it would be almost as if nothing had happened and he'd give her time, oh, oh and he'd giver her time, saying;

oh they build buildings, oh they build buildings, oh they build buildings, oh don't they build buildings, oh they build buildings, oh they build buildings, oh they build buildings so tall these days
and she would ask for time and she'd ask for time and she'd ask for time and she'd beg for time, and she would beg for time and she'd beg for time and call it a gift
and he would give her time and he'd give her time and he'd give her time and he'd give her time-
but time is not given and time is not taken
it just sifts through its sift

he was a husband drove time home time car whole core core sick day core coffee core warning last warning

he was a husband time pine scrub scrub bathroom lean hair back car window hope time give don't they build buildings tall these days...