Us

This is the Regina Spektor song I mentioned earlier today. I adore it. It makes me think of Oslo during mid-fall. Crisp, golden, gray, perfect. Statues and scarves and breadcrumbs and pigeons and the smell of Akerselva (that's a river) and having slightly cold fingers, needing gloves of some sort for the first time in months.

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they made a statue of us
and they put it on a mountain top
now tourists come and stare at us
blow bubbles with their gum
take photographs of fun
how fun

they'll name a city after us
and later say it's all our fault
then, they'll give us a talking, too
then, they'll give us a talking, too
'cause they've got years of experience

and we're
living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
and we're
living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious

we wear our scarves just like a noose
but not 'cause we want eternal sleep
and though our parts are slightly used
new ones are slave labour you can keep

and we're
living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
and we're
living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious

they made a statue of us
they made a statue of us
the tourists come and stare at us
the sculptor's marble sends regards
they made a statue of us
they made a statue of us
our noses have begun to rust

and we're
living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
and we're
living in a den of thieves
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious
and it's contagious