(Source: reginaholic)
In the Russian part of Apres Moi, Regina Spektor sings the first verse of the poem February by Boris Pasternak….
February. Get ink, weep.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.
(Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать!
Писать о феврале навзрыд,
Пока грохочущая слякоть
Весною черною горит.)
(Ain’t No Cover)
saying I love a mother
but this ain’t no style
……..
but I love a mother
til the day that I die…
(Aching to Pupate)
I’ll drink Heineken, eat cornflakes
Then I’ll call my mom and dad
Tell them that I’m doing fine
(Ballad of a Lovable Dictator)
Shake what your mama gave you
You know that it won’t last
(Bear Spektor)
but I live
in my mom’s and dad’s house
with my little brother
Bear Spektor
(Bon Idee)
Don’t tell your mother that you are afraid
Don’t tell your lover that your heart might break
(Call Them Brothers)
Find their fathers and their mothers
If you remember who they are
(Chemo Limo)
Oh my god, Barbara
She looks so much just like my mom
(I Cut Off My Hair)
I called up my momma but I couldn’t be sweet
So I escaped through the window on a rope made of sheets
(Love Affair)
Yet despite this imperfection he was clean looking and respectable looking
And you’ll never find a mother who doesn’t appreciate a natural man
(Loveology)
Porcupine-ology, antler-ology, car-ology, bus-ology, train-ology, plane-ology, mama-ology, papa-ology,you-ology, me-ology, love-ology, kiss-ology, stay-ology, please-ology.
(Lucky Penny)
And a dime just in time
for the little kid behind me to pick it up and yell:
Hey, mom! I found a dime!
(Oedipus)
My mom had been a rather crazy queen
But not at all like a sex machine
………
And i stood on my toes to catch a glimpse
Of my mother’s eyes and my mother’s skin
And she retired to her chamber
(Poor Little Rich Boy)
And you don’t love your mother
And you know that you should
(Prisoners)
In the ground they’re tattooing the stones with curses like cavemen
“Yo mama was here”
………
My mama thinks I’m grown but I’m really just little
And someday I will remember
(The Virgin Queen)
Headless mother, heartless father
Ghosts of the yes man past and future
(Uh-Merica)
Oh we’re born alone and we’re covered by m-m-m-mother’s kisses
The mind has already forgotten what the body still misses

Happy Mother’s Day!
This is Regina Spektor’s mommy :) Who we are very grateful and thankful for <3

Lady sings the blues so well, as if she means it,as if it’s hell down here in this smoke filled word where the jokes are cold, they don’t laugh at jokes, they laugh at tragedy
(The song was written about Billie Holiday, a musical influence on regina)