SamsonRegina'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.
Oedipus
Prisoners
Reading Time with Pickle
Consequence of Sounds
Daniel Cowman
Bonne Idée
Aching to Pupate
Lounge
Lacrimosa
Lulliby
Ne Me Quitte Pas
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Sunday, September 01, 2002
Songs
Wednesday, May 15, 2002
2002-05-15 New York, NY | The Living Room
Includes a splendid performance of Reading Time with Pickle, Just like the Movies, and Ne Me Quitte Pas with a short piano lead-in:
Recorded by pattivill:
Recorded by pattivill:
01)
02) Prisoners
03)
04) Just like the Movies
05)
06) The Soup
07)
08) Poor Little Rich Boy
09)
10) Twenty Years of Snow
11)
12) A Lesson in How Fleeting Preservation Is (aka Left Hand Song)
13)
14) One String Blues
15)
16) Reading Time with Pickle
17)
18) Ne Me Quitte Pas
19)
20) Samson
21)
Saturday, July 25, 1970
Ne Me Quitte Pas
Written by: regina spektor
Available Recordings: Click to view
Lyrics (fan transcription):
Available Recordings: Click to view
Lyrics (fan transcription):
down in bowery they lose their [?? and their lipped mouths?] in the night
and stumbling through the street they say, sir do you got a light
and if you do then you're my friend and if you don't then you're my foe
and if you are a deity of any sort then please don't go
ne me quitte pas, mon chere
down on lexington they walk in new shoes stuck to aging feet
and close their eyes and open and not recognize the aging street
and think about how things were right when they were young and veins were tight
and if you are the ghost of christmas past, then won't you stay the night?
ne me quitte pas, mon chere
down in bronxy bronx the kids go sledding down snow-covered slopes
and frozen noses, frozen toes, the frozen city starts to glow
and yes, they know that it will pass and, yes, they know new york will thaw
but if you are a friend of any sort then play along and catch a cold
ne me quitte pas, mon chere
I love paris in the rain...
down in paris they walk fast, that is, unless they're walking slow
and in cafes they look away, that is, unless they look right in
and in the gardens I get lost, that is, unless I'm getting found
and if you are the ghost of new york city, won't you stick around?
ne me quitte pas, mon chere
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