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REGINA SPEKTOR WHAT WE SAW FROM THE CHEAP SEATS ALBUM CREDITS

Small Town Moon

Regina Spektor – Vocals and Piano

Aaron Sterling – Drums and Percussion

Mike Elizondo – Bass and Electric Guitar

Oh Marcello

Regina Spektor – Vocals, Piano and all Keyboards

Jay Bellerose – Drums and Percussion

Mike Elizondo – Upright Bass

Don’t Leave Me (Ne Me Quitte Pas)

Regina Spektor – Vocals, Piano, all Keyboards and Marimba

Aaron Sterling – Drums and Marimba

Mike Elizondo – Bass and Programming

Danny T. Levin – Trumpet

David Moyer – Baritone and Tenor Sax

Jack Dishel – Vocals

Firewood

Regina Spektor – Vocals, Piano and all Keyboards

Aaron Sterling – Drums

Mike Elizondo – Upright Bass

Patron Saint

Regina Spektor – Vocals, Piano and all Keyboards

Aaron Sterling – Drums and Percussion

Mike Elizondo – Bass and Programming

Jack Dishel - Vocals

How

Regina Spektor – Vocals, Piano and all Keyboards

Aaron Sterling – Drums

Mike Elizondo – Upright Bass and Electric Guitar

All the Rowboats

Regina Spektor – Vocals, Piano and all Keyboards

Aaron Sterling – Drums and Percussion

Jay Bellerose - Drums

Mike Elizondo – Bass, Electric Guitar and Programming

Ballad Of A Politician

Regina Spektor – Vocals, Piano and all Keyboards

Mike Elizondo – Bass

Open

Regina Spektor – Vocals, Piano and all Keyboards

Aaron Sterling – Drums

Mike Elizondo – Bass

The Party

Regina Spektor – Vocals, Piano and all Keyboards

Jay Bellerose – Drums, Percussion and Bongos

John Daversa - Trumpet

Mike Elizondo – Bass

Jessica

Regina Spektor – Vocals

Mike Elizondo – Acoustic Guitars

Produced by Mike Elizondo

Co-Produced by Regina Spektor

Engineered and Mixed by Adam Hawkins

Recorded at Phantom Studios, Westlake Village, CA and Can-Am Studio, Tarzana, CA

Mixed at Can-Am Studio, Tarzana, CA, Seismic Audio Lab, Reseda, CA, and The

Cutting Room Studios, NY, NY

Assistant Engineer and Mix Assistant: Brent Arrowood

Mix Assistant: Matt Craig

Mastered by Bob Ludwig at Gateway Mastering DVD, Portland, ME

Manager: Ron Shapiro

Business Manager: Errol Wander

Legal Counsel: Rosemary Carroll, Janine Small & Liz Paw

Booking Agents: Marsha Vlasic; Peter Nash

Marketing Director: Mitra Darab

Legal for Warner Bros. Records: Charles Hamilton

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1. Small Town Moon

I must have left a thousand times

But everyday begin the same

‘Cuz there’s a small town in my mind

How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me

How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me

Oh baby, baby it’s all about the moon

I wish you wouldn’t have broke my camera

‘Cuz we’re going to get real old real soon

Today we’re younger than we’re ever gonna be

Today we’re younger than we’re ever gonna be

Today we’re younger than we’re ever gonna be

Stop, stop, what’s the hurry

C’mon baby don’t you worry, worry

Everybody not so nice, nice

Everybody not so nice, nice

Stop, stop, what’s the hurry

C’mon baby don’t you worry, worry

Everybody not so nice, nice

Everybody not so nice, nice

Thought you ought to know by now

I thought you ought to know by now

Everybody not so nice, nice

Everybody not so nice, nice

Oh baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby…

It’s all about the moon…

I must have left a thousand times

But there’s a small town in my mind

How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me

How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me

How can I leave without hurting everyone that made me…

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2. Oh Marcello

Oh Marcello

How I wonder, the Madonna, she tell the truth, no?

She been saying I’ll have a baby

When he grow up he become a killer

I am just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood…

Understood?

Oh Marcello

Never thought I’d really love you, but I do, so-

My head water’s head on your platter

Just say the word, and Salome can kiss my gutters!

I am just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood

Understood

Understood

Una mille, una mille, una mille, una mille…

I am just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood

Understood

Understood

Oh Marcello

How I wonder, the Madonna, when she speak,

She tell the truth, no?

She been saying I’ll have a baby

When he grow up he become killer and kill everybody!

I am just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood

Understood

Understood

Oh Marcello

Oh Marcello

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3. Don’t Leave Me (Ne Me Quitte Pas)

Down on Bowery

They lose their ball eyes and their lipped mouths in the night

And stumbling through the streets 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 cher

Ne me quitte pas…

And down on Lexington

They’re wearing 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 mon cher

Ne me quitte pas…

Down in Bronx-y 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’ll melt

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 mon cher

Ne me quitte pas…

I love Paris in the rain

I love Paris in the rain

I love, I love in the rain…

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4. Firewood

The piano is not firewood yet

They try to remember

But still they forget

That the heart beats in three

Just like a waltz

And nothing can stop you from dancing

Rise from your cold hospital bed

I tell you, you’re not dying

Everyone knows you’re going to live

So you might as well start trying

The piano is not firewood yet

But the cold does get cold so it soon might be that

I’ll take it apart

Call up my friends and we’ll warm up our hands by the fire

Don’t look so shocked

Don’t judge so harsh

You don’t know you’re only spying

Everyone knows it’s going to hurt

But at least we’ll get hurt trying

The piano is not firewood yet

But a heart can’t be helped and it gathers regret

Someday you’ll wake up

And feel a great pain and you’ll miss every toy you’ve ever owned

You’ll want to go back

You wish you were small

Nothing will console your crying

You’ll take the clock off of your wall

And you’ll wish that it was lying

Love what you have

And you’ll have more love

You’re not dying

Everyone knows you’re going to love

Though there’s still no cure for crying

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5. Patron Saint

She’s the kind of girl who smash herself down in a night

She’s the kind of girl who fracture her mind til it’s light

She’ll break her own heart

And you know that she’ll break your heart too

So darling let go of her hand

She been skipping days spilling her drinks in the sink

And you know she never coming home, never coming home again

But when, when, when she open her eyes, eyes, eyes

Beyond the chipping paint of the window pane

Lies, lies, lies

Her Patron saint

Broken and lame

And absolutely insane

For learning that true love exists

So darling let go of her hand

Let go of her hand, let go of her hand

Let go over her hand…

You’ll be to blame for playing this game

And learning that true love exists

She’s the kind of girl who smash herself down in a night

She’s the kind of girl who fracture her mind til it’s light

She’ll break her own heart

And you know that she’ll break your heart too

So darling let go of her hand

Darling let go of her hand

You’ll be to blame for playing this game

And learning that true love exists

Broken and lame

And knowing that true love exists

The pain, the pain, the pain

Of knowing that true love… exists

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6. How

How can I forget your love

How can I never see you again

There is a time and place

For one more sweet embrace

And is time, ooh, when it all, ooh, went wrong

I guess you know by now

That we will meet again somehow

How

Oh baby

How can I begin again

How can I try to love someone new

Someone who isn’t you

How can our love be true

When I’m not, ooh, I’m not over you

I guess you know by now

That we will meet again somehow

Time can come and take away the pain

But I just want my memories to remain

To hear your voice

To see your face

There’s not one moment I’d erase

You are a guest here now

So baby

How can I forget your love

How can I never see you again

How can I ever know why some stay, others go

And I don’t, ooh, don’t want you to go

I guess I know by now

That we will meet again somehow

Time can come and wash away the pain

But I just want my mind to stay the same

To hear your voice

To see your face

There’s not one moment I’d erase

You are a guest here now

So baby

How can I forget your love

How can I never see you again

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7. All the Rowboats

All the rowboats

In the paintings

They keep trying to row away

And the captains’ worried faces

Stay contorted and staring at the waves

They’ll keep hanging

In their gold frames

For forever

Forever and a day

All the rowboats

In the oil paintings

They keep trying to

Row away, row away…

Hear them whispering

French and German, Dutch, Italian and Latin

When no one’s looking

I touch a sculpture

Marble, cold and soft as satin

But the most special

Are the most lonely

God I pity the violins

In glass coffins

They keep coughing

They’ve forgotten

Forgotten how to sing

How to sing

First there’s lights out

Then there’s lock up

Masterpieces serving maximum sentences

It’s their own fault

For being timeless

There’s a price to pay

And a consequence

All the galleries

The museums

“Here’s your ticket

Welcome to the tombs”

They’re just public mausoleums

The living dead fill every room

But the most special

Are the most lonely

God I pity the violins

In glass coffins they keep coughing

They’ve forgotten

Forgotten how to sing

They will stay there

In their gold frames

For forever, forever and a day

All the rowboats

In the oil paintings

They keep trying to

Row away, row away….

First there’s lights out

Then there’s lock up

Master pieces serving maximum sentences

It’s their own fault

For being timeless

There’s a price to pay

And a consequence

All the galleries

The museums

They will stay there

Forever and a day

All the rowboats

In the oil paintings

They keep trying to

Row away, row away…

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8. Ballad of a Politician

A man inside a room is shaking hands with other men

This is how it happens our carefully laid plans

Shake it, shake it baby

Shake your ass out in that street

You’re gonna to make them scream someday

You’re gonna make it big

You love so deep, so tender

Your people and your land

You love em till they can’t recall

Who they are again

Work it, work it baby

Work your way around that room

You’re gonna make it big someday, you gonna make a boom

But I am, but I am but I am

Not a number

Not a name

But I am but I am but I am

A carefully laid plan

Shake what your momma gave you

You know that it won’t last

You’re going to taste the ground real soon

You’re going to taste the grass

A man inside a room is shaking hands with other men

This is how it happens, our world under command

Shake it, shake it baby

Shake your ass out in that street

You’re gonna to make us scream someday, you’re going to make us weep

You’re gonna make us scream someday, you’re gonna make it big

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9. Open

I am down the road and up the hill

I wait for you still

Wires round my fingers

Potentially lovely

Perpetually human

Suspended and open

Open

Open

I am through those woods and past the trains

I wait here in vain

Scrubbing out the stains again

Potentially lovely

Perpetually human

Suspended and open

Open

Open

In a night the snow starts falling

And everybody stares

Through the windows at the street lights

Too beautiful to see…

I am in a room I’ve built myself

Four straight walls, one floor, one ceiling

And day after day I wake up feeling

Day after day I wake up feeling, feeling

Potentially lovely

Perpetually human

Suspended and open

Open

Open

Open

Open up your eyes and then…

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