on the radio

April 29, 2007

this is how it works –
it feels a little worse
than when we drove our hearse
right through that screaming crowd
while laughing up a storm
until we were just bone,
until it got so warm
that none of us could sleep
and all the styrofoam
began to melt away.
we tried to find some words
to aid in the decay
but none of them were home
inside their catacomb.
a million ancient bees
began to sting our knees
while we were on our knees
praying that disease
would leave the ones we love
and never come again.

on the radio,
we heard November Rain
that solo’s really long,
but it’s a pretty song.
we listened to it twice
’cause the DJ was asleep.

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.

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
and walking arm in arm,
you hope it don’t get harmed
but even if it does,
you’ll just do it all again.

and on the radio,
you hear November Rain
that solo’s awful long,
but it’s a good refrain.
you listen to it twice
’cause the DJ is asleep
on the radio
(oh oh oh)
on the radio
on the radio – uh oh
on the radio – uh oh
on the radio – uh oh
on the radio

(Regina Spektor)


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