2003-05-11 Brooklyn, NY | Barbès

Recorded by pattivill:

opening
Paris
interlude
Carbon Monoxide
interlude
'woolen gloves'
interlude
One-String Blues
interlude
Happy Hooker
interlude
Dusseldorf
interlude
Ghost of Corporate Future
interlude
Prisoners
interlude
The Bronx
interlude
'dust to dust'
interlude
Dance Anthem of the 80s
interlude
Better
interlude
'be like a cloud'
interlude
Aching to Pupate
interlude
Music Box
interlude
Your Honor
interlude
Silly Eye Color Generalizations
closing

Songs

Samson
Oedipus
Prisoners
Reading Time with Pickle
Consequence of Sounds
Daniel Cowman
Bonne Idée
Aching to Pupate
Lounge
Lacrimosa
Lulliby
Ne Me Quitte Pas

Regina's 2nd LP was recorded in December 2001 and self-released in fall 2002. The CD is currently available via mail order from CD Baby.

2002-05-04 New York, NY | Sidewalk Cafe

Anders Griffen provides accompaniment throughout most of the set.

Recorded by pattivill:

intro
Title Unknown ("in the studio" -- aborted)
Baobabs
interlude
Soho (w/ Anders)
interlude
Aching to Pupate (w/ Anders)
interlude
Anders Griffin (solo) - Title Unknown
interlude
One-String Blues
interlude
AB (w/ Anders)
interlude
Poor Little Rich Boy
interlude
Lulliby (w/ Anders)
interlude
Belt (w/ Anders)
interlude
8th Floor (w/ Anders)
interlude
Twenty Years of Snow
closing

Aching to Pupate

Written by: regina spektor

Available Recordings: Click to view

Lyrics (as posted by the mod on brümstix):

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Pu-pupate, pu pate,
Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate...

I should peddle butterflies
There's a shortage in the city,
I'll stand on the street corner
All mysterious and giddy,
When the passers by pass by
I will open up my trench coat,
They will see the butterflies
Dangling like fake rolexes...

Every morning I wake up
With a purpose and a smirk
I'll put on my fake mustache,
I'll drink Heineken, eat cornflakes...

Then I'll call my mum and dad
Tell them that I'm doing fine,
Or I'll write a tipsy letter
To a real good friend of mine,
Or I'll jump upon the bed
Waltzing madly with the broomstick
But before I leave the house
I will fill my lips with lipstick...

But peddling is a dirty sport
There's competition in the city,
Everyone is on a street corner
All mysterious and giddy.
Some are selling bags and shoes,
Some are selling books and gold,
I've been standing here for days
Not one butterfly's been sold...

And how I'm
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Pu-pu-pate, pupate,
Pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate.