Creo que la primera canción que escuche de Regina Spektor es Ode divorce en un blog. Y bueno me encanto su tono de voz, la melodía así como tambien su letra.
Regina Spektor, una joven de origen ruso nacida en Moscú el 18 de febrero de 1980, a los 9 años ella y su familia logran salir de Rusia gracias a la perestroika que permitió emigrar a las familia judías, ahora vive en en el Bronx, Nueva York, USA.
Es una chica de gran talento, toca el piano desde los 6 años con gran habilidad lo que refleja en cada una de sus interpretaciones. La descubrí el año pasado, sus canciones son experiencias y cuentos con música, algunos definen su estilo como idiosincrásico pues explora el carácter colectivo de la sociedad en la que vive. Sus obras no son nada convencionales lo que las hace perfectas para la gente que no se conforma con lo comercial.
Ode To Divorce
The food that I'm eating
Is suddenly tasteless
I know I'm alone now
I know what it tastes like
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones
Like you might make a dollar
I'm inside your mouth now
Behind your tonsils
Peeking over your molars
You're talking to her now
And you've eaten something minty
And you're making that face that I like
And you're going in, in for the kill, kill
For the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss
I need your money, it'll help me
I need your car and I need your love [x2]
So won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
You might make a dollar
Dollar, might make a dollar
So won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones
You might make a dollar
(There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones
(You might make a dollar)
You might make a dollar
(There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones
Is suddenly tasteless
I know I'm alone now
I know what it tastes like
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones
Like you might make a dollar
I'm inside your mouth now
Behind your tonsils
Peeking over your molars
You're talking to her now
And you've eaten something minty
And you're making that face that I like
And you're going in, in for the kill, kill
For the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss
I need your money, it'll help me
I need your car and I need your love [x2]
So won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
You might make a dollar
Dollar, might make a dollar
So won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out?
Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones
You might make a dollar
(There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones
(You might make a dollar)
You might make a dollar
(There might be some good ones)
There might be some good ones


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