regina

it has been quite the week - last sunday i heard sufjan stevens in concert at first avenue, and it was quite amazing - i only wish he had played longer, but there was little for me to wish were different from that concert. and i had my first chocolate martini that night also - not bad at all. i had another week of class - i thought that my teaching went well (students seem to discuss the book and issues quite well - that's really important to me) - i enjoyed the classes i'm taking, especially ecocriticism with my advisor - he told us his story of how he wrote his dissertation and then turned it into a book. it really helped me think about how to write my thesis - there were strong storms around here last night, and that's always exciting. and fall. . . . fall is wonderful in every way, except that it heralds winter.

i'm not going to get too much into my thoughts or experiences here - i'll save that up just a little bit longer. but the two songs i want to share are by the same person, and the songs are gorgeous. and most of that revolves around the sound of regina spektor's voice. it's just plain amazing. her lyrics are good, and the music (especially the piano) are great, but the rest is eclipsed by the beauty of her voice. listen to her voice. love her music. tell me what you think.

samson by regina spektor

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didnt mention us
The bible didnt mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first , i loved you first
Beneath the stars came falling on our heads
But there just soft light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
He told me i was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh i cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors and the yellow light
He told me that i'd done alright
and kissed me till the morning light the morning light
and he kissed me till the morning light

you are my sweetest downfall
i loved you first



us by regina spektor

They made a statue of us
and put it on a mountaintop
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum, take photgraphs of fun
have fun

they'll name a city after us
and later say it's all our fault
then they'll give us a talking to
then they'll give us a talking to
cause they've got years of experience

we're living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
we're living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious


we wear our scarves just like a noose
but not cause we want eternal sleep
and though our parts are slightly used
new ones are slave labor you can keep

we're living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
we're living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious

They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare and us
The sculptor's momma sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust


we're living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
we're living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious