luckyshirt:

Posting this for the third time because tumblr deleted my second post somehow.

So now I’m reblogging Lainey’s reblog of my own post.

This is what we all get for letting facebook buy Instagram.

luckyshirt:

Regina Spektor - On the Radio

Reposted because tumblr’s new Spotify option (which I had used) requires readers to have Spotify installed.

So.

Last time I posted a Regina Spektor song, Alison asked me if I was on my period.

But everyone shut up and listen and shut up, because this song is amazing and here is why:

There are three major parts to this song. In the first, she’s being a crazy person and singing about ancient bees and driving Hearsts through crowds. It sounds like nonsense, and makes it easy to discount the song as just some Regina Spektor being weirdness. Then she starts singing about November Rain. The proper noun version. And it’s a little less weird.

That’s the end of the first part.

Then all of a sudden and out of nowhere, she just starts making it rain truth bombs.

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

And that’s the end of part two, this section of her just thinking about life in general.

Then she immediately after gets all kinds of focused and serious.

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

Wait what. She was just singing about ancient bees stinging her knees. Now all of a sudden she’s dropped the crazy and is trying to tell us about how things are?

I can’t love that enough. Because it is so easy to discount this song as some poppy nonsense then move on and miss the point.

I love everything that is like this.

Now someone bring me some chocolate.

(via luckyshirt)