[The Gloria Jean's cafe where I hang out plays a lot of really good music - my only complaint is they constantly play the same stuff over and over again and need to insert some fresh material - but at least it's good. They play this one song that I've never heard before - but I kept catching bits and pieces of the lyrics and thought they sounded very interesting so I looked it up. The full lyrics are below and I think they're pretty incredible - also a link to the song itself, if it works. Regina Spektor, "On the Radio." Mad props. Mad props.]
“On The Radio”
This is how it works It feels a little worse Than when we drove our hearse Right through that screaming crowd While laughing up a storm Until we were just bone Until it got so warm That none of us could sleep And all the styrofoam Began to melt away We tried to find some worms To aid in the decay But none of them were home Inside their catacomb A million ancient bees Began to sting our knees While we were on our knees Praying that disease Would leave the ones we love And never come again
On the radio We heard November Rain That solo’s really long But it’s a pretty song We listened to it twice ‘Cause the DJ was asleep
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
No, this is how it works You peer inside yourself You take the things you like And try to love the things you took And then you take that love you made And stick it into some Someone else’s heart Pumping someone else’s blood And walking arm in arm You hope it don’t get harmed But even if it does You’ll just do it all again
And on the radio You hear November Rain That solo’s awful long But it’s a good refrain You listen to it twice ‘Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio (oh oh oh) On the radio On the radio – uh oh On the radio – uh oh On the radio – uh oh On the radio
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