Fidelity - Regina Spektor

So this, this thing This thing I hear is going down You know, it, it ain't about punk And it ain't about the scene And you stupid fucking nerds Are sitting, sitting indoors, man I'm out, on, the street, dig it? And I'm out here on the street where it goes down Not indoors In the record stores I'm making it go down here Dig it? Check it out It's a scene The scene that never was, and there never will be You never was, you never will be I am here, where it is real So get wise, fucker! Check it out Scraping the skylines with hypnotic observations Swooping and surfing over lyrical substations Embrace the flame again and again Like passion and pain, hand in hand with each other This thing I hear is going down Sliding Deeper I'm gliding Shooting I am deeper than you Bombs wired to my chest, I'll lace the building with bugs 'Cause you'll always be behind me, slip-streaming my buzz See me rocket off into the ozone layer Spiralling off into the ether Slip-streaming our buzz Slip-streaming our buzz Slip-streaming our buzz Slip-streaming our buzz Into the ether I'm making it go down here Dig it? Sliding And I'm out here on the street where it goes down Deeper I'm gliding Check it out Shooting I am deeper than you Into the ether (So get wise fucker) Sliding Deeper I'm gliding Shooting I am deeper than you Into the ether I am deeper than you Into the ether And it ain't about the scene

Your construction Smells of corruption I manipulate to recreate This air to ground saga Gotta launder my karma I said hallelujah to the sixteen loyal fans You'll get down on your mothafuckin' knees And it's time for your sickness again Come on and tell me what you need Tell me what is making you bleed We got two more minutes and We gonna cut to what you need So one of six so tell me One do you want to live And one of seven tell me Is it time for your mothafuckin' ass to give Tell me is it time to get down on your mothafuckin' knees Tell me is it time to get down I'm blown to the maxim Two hemispheres battlin' I'm blown to the maxim Two hemispheres battlin' Suckin' up, one last breath Take a drag off of death Hey Mr. Policeman Is it time for getting away Is it time for driving down the mother fuckin' road And running from your ass today Now tell me if do you agree Or tell me if I'm makin' you bleed I got a few more minutes and I'm gonna cut to what you need So one of six so tell me One do you want to live And one of seven tell me Is it time for your mothafuckin' ass to give Tell me is it time to get down on your mothafuckin' knees Tell me is it time to get down Got a revolution behind my eyes We got to get up and organize Got a revolution behind my eyes We got to get up and organize Got a revolution behind my eyes We got to get up and organize You want a revolution behind your eyes We got to get up and organize Come on baby tell me Yes we aim to please

We respect the nuanced work of Rohmer And his impact on filmmaking But we see through Soderberg And his over-reliance on colour saturation I keep a history of film in my bottom drawer I'm a philistine who's terrified Of the cutting room floor My heart will always pound in 5.1 surround sound And I'll watch your extended edition in picture perfect definition Give me the strength to sit through another feature length I'll enjoy you, endlessly In high fidelity You dictate to me how a Movie lives and dies by its ending I concur and corroborate I"d rather nod than admit that I'm pretending I barely escape your cinematic interrogation I think I may have read The novelisation My heart will always pound in 5.1 surround sound And I'll watch your extended edition in picture perfect definition Give me the strength to sit through another feature length I'll enjoy you, endlessly in high fidelity High fidelity What do you expect from a simple creature With very little interest in Bolshevik bonus features I've never seen The French Connection I was too preoccupied with your reaction With your reaction With your reaction My heart will always pound in 5.1 surround sound And I'll watch your extended edition in picture perfect definition Give me the strength to sit through another feature length I'll enjoy you, endlessly in high fidelity! High Fidelity High Fidelity

Out of the quiet Out of the sunrise I hear the birdsong Give way to sirens I hear the voices Give way to silence It looks like fire But it's just sunshine Waters are rising Forests are burning Hearts always hurt more While they are learning Saying goodbye to The ones they have come from Saying goodbye to The ones they have run from Out of the sirens Might come the birdsong Out of the silence Might come the love song After the love song Might come the sunrise After the sunrise Might come the silence...

My eyes are bi-focal My hands are sub-jointed I live in the future In my pre-war apartment And I count all my blessings I have friends in high places And I'm upgraded daily All my wires without traces Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into machine I collect my moments Into a correspondence With a mightier power Who just lacks my perspectives And who lacks my organics And who covets my defects And I'm downloaded daily I am part of a composite Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into machine Everything's provided Consummate consumer Part of worldly taking Apart from worldly troubles Living in your pre-war apartment Soon to be your post-war apartment And you live in the future And the future It's here It's bright It's now

If I kiss you where it's sore If I kiss you where it's sore Will you feel better, better, better? Will you feel anything at all? Will you feel better, better, better? Will you feel anything at all? Born like sisters to this world In a town blood ties are only blood If you never say your name out loud to anyone They can never ever call you by it If I kiss you where it's sore If I kiss you where it's sore Will you feel better, better, better? Will you feel anything at all? Will you feel better, better, better? Will you feel anything at all? You're getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder I don't understand, and I don't understand But if I kiss you where it's sore If I kiss you where it's sore Will you feel better, better, better? Will you feel anything at all? Will you feel better, better, better? Will you feel anything at all? Anything at all Will you feel anything at all? Anything at all Will you feel anything at all? Anything at all