The Saddest Song I Know


She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
She hadn’t been a virgin and he hadn’t been a god
So she names the baby Elvis
To make up for the royalty he lacked

And from then on it was turpentine and patches
From then on it was cold Campbell’s from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that’s all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
And she knew they were destined to become
Sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
Thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

Cause it’s been turpentine and patches
It’s been cold, cold Campbell’s from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that’s all they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune
She thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin
Saying why don’t I begin again
With turpentine and patches
With cold, cold Campbell’s from the can
After all I’m still a jerk playing with matches
It’s just that he’s not around to play along
I’m still an ass hole playing with candles
Blowing out wishes blowing out dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
What’s written in Braille upon my skin…

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This has got to be one of the saddest songs I know. The type of sad that is so quiet and haunting in so many levels. Regina Spektor’s vocals is just so soft and emotional.

I don’t know why I really, really dig this song. Maybe it is because of the wonderfully depressing message of the song. The story is just so compelling. It’s about making mistakes, dealing with mistakes, moving on from it and trying to learn from it.

The words were wonderfully written and the quiet melody just adds depth to the already deep song.

The song may not be as well-known as other Spektor’s song, but this one touches a spot in almost every body out there.

And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
And she knew they were destined to become
Sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
Thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

This part talks about losing grip on the future that is ahead of you after a life changing wrong turn you take. It’s that point where you build a deep dark hole you keep yourself in. It’s the point where you are t busy being depressed that you overlook all the hope that’s there. It’s the point wherein you just want everything to sympathize with you.

She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin
Saying why don’t I begin again…

Just sitting here and trying to decipher
What’s written in Braille upon my skin…

And then you realize that your mistakes should not pull you down and stop you from moving forward. You realize that there is something to learn about from that wrong turn you made. You realize that everything you have or have not become should make you a strong-willed person. It’s a matter of self discovery, thinking outside the box and reading between the lines.