Regina's "Reading Time with Pickle" from her Songs album. -- Walking home from work Stop at the supermarket The condiment aisle A jar of pickles catches the eye Made eye contact with a solitary pickle—ah! Bought the jar, took it home Then made it up the stairs And made it through the doorway And waded through the floor Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom The truest room In the whole damn House Sayin' love Is the answer To a question that I have forgotten And I know I've been asked So the answer has got to be Love Yeah So feeding time with TV Then sleeping time, not sleepy So reading time with pickle But where the bedside lamp had been Is now emanating soft, soft green Has it always been this way? Is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed? Maybe now things'll start to change And life will turn a better page No more rage Sayin' love Is the answer To a question that I Have forgotten But I know I've been asked And the answer's got to be love La-love, la-la-la, la-la-love Tomorrow, back to work again But run to the supermarket Running hopeful through the aisles Haven't been this happy in a long time But not a single jar was smiling After all Man, pickle jars are just Pickle jars And pickles are just pickles Ingredients: Water, salt, cucumbers Garlic and pickling spices But love Is the answer to a question that I Have forgotten And I know I've been asked And the answer's got to be Lo... love Is the answer to a question that I Have forgotten And I know I've been asked And the answer's got to be Love And the answer's got to be love And the answer's got to be love And the answer's got to be love
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Regina Spektor - Reading Time with Pickle (Songs)Regina's "Reading Time with Pickle" from her Songs album.
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Walking home from work
Stop at the supermarket
The condiment aisle
A jar of pickles catches the eye
Made eye contact with a solitary pickle—ah!
Bought the jar, took it home
Then made it up the stairs
And made it through the doorway
And waded through the floor
Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom
The truest room
In the whole damn
House
Sayin' love
Is the answer
To a question that I
have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
So the answer has got to be
Love
Yeah
So feeding time with TV
Then sleeping time, not sleepy
So reading time with pickle
But where the bedside lamp had been
Is now emanating soft, soft green
Has it always been this way?
Is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed?
Maybe now things'll start to change
And life will turn a better page
No more rage
Sayin' love
Is the answer
To a question that I
Have forgotten
But I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be love
La-love, la-la-la, la-la-love
Tomorrow, back to work again
But run to the supermarket
Running hopeful through the aisles
Haven't been this happy in a long time
But not a single jar was smiling
After all
Man, pickle jars are just
Pickle jars
And pickles are just pickles
Ingredients:
Water, salt, cucumbers
Garlic and pickling spices
But love
Is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be
Lo... love
Is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be
Love
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love
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