Regina Spektor – “All The Rowboats” | YouTube

I just got Regina Spektor’s new album “What we Saw from the Cheap Seats”, so I’ll probably be listening to that to and from work for the next couple of weeks. I tend to listen to the same thing over and over until I’m sick of it, haha. Also, since these are new songs, I’ll have to work on memorizing the lyrics.

There’s a great interview with her in Mother Jones. Here’s an excerpt:

MJ: You’re pretty uninhibited. You make funky sounds, like hiccups and car impressions and even dolphin sounds. You sing about religion and advocate for contentious causes. How can we be so immune to the prospect of judgment?

RS: Well, I’m not a saint! We all are not immune to judgment. It’s part of being a free, and for lack of better word, integrated person—a person who is not just trying to be different things for different parts of their lives. That’s often what the world demands: They want your business face and they want your customer service voice, and they want your heart for other things. Our society asks for the segregation of self. So it’s not so much an immunity: You try to assert. You just try to practice all your life, the way that somebody would go to the gym. Explore. Dissect. Experiment with bordersAnd at the end of the day, if something is fun to you and you don’t want to do it because you don’t want to be perceived a certain way—you make a choice. And I struggle with that just like everybody else. But I like to be free.

So yeah, I adore her, and I look forward to her new album!

Lyrics:

All the rowboats
In the paintings
They keep trying to row away

And the captains’ worried faces
Stay contorted and staring at the waves
They’ll keep hanging 
In their gold frames
For forever
Forever and a day

All the rowboats 
In the oil paintings
They keep trying to 
Row away, row away…

Hear them whispering 
French and German, Dutch, Italian and Latin
When no one’s looking
I touch a sculpture
Marble, cold and soft as satin

But the most special
Are the most lonely
God I pity the violins
In glass coffins
They keep coughing
They’ve forgotten
Forgotten how to sing
How to sing

First there’s lights out
Then there’s lock up
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It’s their own fault
For being timeless
There’s a price to pay
And a consequence
All the galleries
The museums
“Here’s your ticket
Welcome to the tombs”
They’re just public mausoleums 
The living dead fill every room

But the most special
Are the most lonely
God I pity the violins
In glass coffins they keep coughing 
They’ve forgotten 
Forgotten how to sing
They will stay there 
In their gold frames
For forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats
In the oil paintings
They keep trying to
Row away, row away….

First there’s lights out
Then there’s lock up
Master pieces serving maximum sentences
It’s their own fault
For being timeless
There’s a price to pay
And a consequence
All the galleries
The museums
They will stay there
Forever and a day
All the rowboats
In the oil paintings
They keep trying to 
Row away, row away…

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