Regina Spektor

Have you ever listened to a music artist in your life that makes your soul swell with happiness and fullness. They make you laugh, cry, sing and feel complete.

That is what is Regina Spektor is to me. Obsessive, yes, but she is the only artist that can make the world feel so right with me with the majority of her music.

She is anti-folk/ jazz mix Jewish woman, who came from Russia as a girl and graduated as a very talented pianist. She has this uncanny ability to put tell a story to make it feel like the listener has lived the story even if listener never has or will. She isn't shallow. At times she seems insane. Her lyrics may seem disconjointed at first, but listen a couple of times and it is hard not to realize how deep the lyrics really are.

Below is the song and lyrics that made me go on the random tangent this time. Hope you like it!

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
so she names the baby Elvis
to make up for the royalty he lacked

And from then on it was turpentine and patches
from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
They were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
And she knew they were destined to become
sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

Now it's turpentine and patches
Now it's cold, cold Campbell's from the can
They were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune
she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
she was tracing the years with her fingers on her skin
saying why don't I begin again
with turpentine and patches
with cold Campbell's from the can
after all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
it's just that he's not around to play along
I'm still an ass hole playing with matches
Blowing out my wishes blowing out my dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
what's written in Braille upon my skin...