Regina Spektor Quotes

Thirty-two's still a goddamn number Thirty-two's still counts Gonna make it count

I'm the king's thirty-second son There's thirty-one others just like me There's thirty-one others on the way There's thirty-one others after that...

The world's got a nosebleed, it said And we're flooding, but we keep on cutting the trees and the forests! And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV Who claim they will save us, but want to enslave us, and Sweating like demons, they scream through our speakers But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder, and No one's the killer and no one's the martyr The world that has made us can no longer contain us And prophets are silent and rotting away.

A man destined to fry Can never ever ever die... In any other way but frying.<p> Lucky that I'm dying By hanging and not drowning.

He was perfect except for the fact that he was an engineer And mothers prefer doctors And lawyers <p> Yet despite this imperfection He was clean-looking and respectable-looking And you'll never find a mother Who doesn't appreciate a natural man

Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away And the other watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well But he is a liar

Pavlov's Daughter, woke up in the morning, hear the bell ring, and something deep inside of her, makes her want to salivate, so she lays there drooling on her pillow...

I never loved nobody fully Always one foot on the ground And by protecting my heart truly I got lost in the sounds I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind all these words I hear in my mind all this music And it breaks my heart It breaks my heart...

No one's laughing at God — We're all laughing with God.

Pickle jars are just pickle jars, and pickles are just pickles.

On the day that Daniel Cowman stopped existing The world should have ended right then and there At precisely four-fifteen when he stopped existing The world should have ended How could it go on?

This is how it works — You're young until you're not You love until you don't You try until you can't You laugh until you cry You cry until you laugh And everyone must breathe Until their dying breath.

The flowers you gave me are rotting And still I refuse to throw them away

Living in your pre-war apartment Soon to be your post-war apartment

No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door And they say "We've got some bad news, sir." No one's laughing at God when there's a famine, fire or flood <p> But God can be funny At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke Or when the crazies say He hates us And they get so red in the head you think they're 'bout to choke <p> God can be funny When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus God can be so hilarious...