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posts tagged "lyrics"

lost-in-the-sounds:

Oh oh oh oh oh, ne-e-ever fall, never fall like that again, oooooooh! This song is so underrated. It’s one of my favourites.

(Cee on a different blog. How nice.)  I’ll find everyone a link to this beautiful song. Okay? Okay.

lost-in-the-sounds:

Oh oh oh oh oh, ne-e-ever fall, never fall like that again, oooooooh!
This song is so underrated. It’s one of my favourites.

(Cee on a different blog. How nice.)  I’ll find everyone a link to this beautiful song. Okay? Okay.

And all the people hurried fast, real fast, and no one ever smiled.

Blue Lips - Regina Spektor (via dailyreginaquote)
Regina Spektor, Baobabs

Regina Spektor, Baobabs

(Source: spektorpedia)

I really, really like this music video. Almost as much as Dance Anthem…

I really, really like this music video. Almost as much as Dance Anthem…

You don’t know what love is till you see her standing there, a web of skin and nails and hair

(Source: lyricsfromspektor)

I’ve woken up once, and I’ve woken up twice, and I’ve woken up millions and millions of times…

I don’t exist. I don’t exist. I don’t exist.

reginalove:

submitted by accio-liz

reginalove:

submitted by accio-liz

Then they broke it into pieces ate it up and forgot that it ever existed.

Left Hand Song - Regina Spektor (via dailyreginaquote)

After me comes the flood.

(Source: truthfulxlies)

This is such a great video. I love at the end, with all the paint.. I’ll see if I can find something. :)

This is such a great video. I love at the end, with all the paint.. I’ll see if I can find something. :)

Some days aren’t yours at all.
They come and go as if they were someone else’s days…

Regina Spektor, Somedays
It was so easy, and the words so sweet! You can’t remember, you try to feel the beat! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeet. Eet. Eet.

It was so easy, and the words so sweet! You can’t remember, you try to feel the beat! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeet. Eet. Eet.

(Source: poo-sex)

Joseph and Mary are so sad
Sitting in a park in paris, france reading the news and it sure looks bad
A pile of empty postcards on their laps
Nothing bright to write and nothing good to send