2002-04-17 New York, NY | The Living Room

Recorded by pattivill:

intro
Ain't No Cover
interlude
Twenty Years of Snow
interlude
Raindrops
interlude
Lounge
interlude
Belt
interlude
Dead Rat
interlude
One-String Blues
interlude
Bear Spektor
Daniel Cowman (aborted)
Buildings (aborted)
Buildings
interlude
Lulliby
interlude
Braille
closing

2002-03-13 New York, NY | The Living Room

Recorded by pattivill:

intro
Twenty Years of Snow
interlude
Bonne Idee
interlude
8th Floor
interlude
Baobabs
interlude
Mustard Musketeers
interlude
A Lesson in How Fleeting Preservation Is
interlude
Buildings
interlude
Love Affair
interlude
Soho
interlude
Braille
interlude
Samson
closing

11:11

Love Affair
Rejazz
Back of a Truck
Buildings
Marry Ann
Flyin
Wasteside
Pavlov's Daughter
2.99 Cent Blues
Braille
I Want to Sing
Sunshine

Regina's debut LP was recorded in her senior year at Purchase College and self-released in 2001. It eventually went out of print on CD, owing mainly to the loss of the original artwork, but it is currently available as a download from CD Baby and other outlets.

Braille

Written by: regina spektor

Available Recordings: Click to view

Lyrics (as originally posted by Regina on brümstix):

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
so she names the baby Elvis
to make up for the royalty he lacked

And from then on it was turpentine and patches
from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
They were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
And she knew they were destined to become sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

And from then on it was turpentine and patches
from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
They were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune
she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
she was tracing the years with her fingers on her skin
saying why don't I begin again
with turpentine and patches
with cold Campbell's from the can
after all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
it's just that he's not around to play along
I'm still an ass hole playing with matches
Blowing out my wishes blowing out my dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decypher what's written in Braille upon my skin...