dear people,
long story short, i'm going to delete this video (with my account altogether) in a month.
short story long: i made this video for a friend, who i got know in deviantart in the winter of 2008. yesterday we have celebrated our 4th year of knowing each other - you can't imagine how our friendship is important for me. :) so this is a dear memory for us from the very beginning. when i noticed, that it gets more and more views, i couldn't believe it. you know, popularity isn't important for me, this is why i /can/ delete this video. but it also shows your love for this song, and i thought later that i don't have the right to delete this video just one day. this isn't just ours anymore. so i decided to tell you, if you want to keep it, you can still do something about it. if someone another uploads it to youtube, i won't mind, my only severe condition is: don't change anything in the video. :)
you are all amazing! i was very happy reading the comments, seeing that kind-hearted people still exist, and i have also got to know some really special people from all around the world through the letters i got. and you also have to know that, this is much less than i actually wanted to say, and much more simple too, since english isn't my motherlanguage - but simplicity is sometimes much more than big words, right?
i just wanted to say: thank you.
( ps. if you want to, you can still find me on deviantart. in my favourites, there are hundreds of beautiful pictures i collected in the last 5 years: http://floora.deviantart.com/favourites/ respect the artists and show them love! )
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I DO NOT OWN THE SONG NOR THE PICS!
this nice track is Regina Spektor's Braille and the photos are from deviantart.
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
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
now it's turpentine and patches
now it's cold, cold Campbell's from the can
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 the years with her fingers on her skin
saying why don't I begin again
with turpentine and patches
with 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 my wishes blowing out my dreams
just sitting here and trying to decipher
what's written in Braille upon my skin...
I love how Regina's songs are like an abstract painting: you listen to them, and at first, you think they're beautiful, but don't really understand, even though you really want to. So you listen, and then you listen again, until one day, you just get it. It all pieces together in your mind, and you realise that it's far more beautiful than you ever thought anything could possibly be.
FrizziIzzi 3 months ago 126
Iv'e been dancing about seven years with a dance-teacher that only choreographed to stupid pop songs. But two years ago i got a new teacher. She made us improvise to this song.
It made me feel that i had waisted my last nine years.
RumiiPlumii 1 month ago in playlist Liked videos 8