Mary Ann meets the Gravediggers and other short stories by regina spektor

Oedipus
Love Affair
Poor Little Rich Boy
Sailor Song
Mary Ann
Prisoners
Consequence of Sounds
Daniel Cowman
Lacrimosa
Pavlov’s Daughter
Chemo Limo
Us

This compilation of tracks from 11:11, Songs, and Soviet Kitsch was released in the UK on CD by Transgressive Records in January 2006, accompanied by a re-branded version of the same DVD included in the Sire release of Soviet Kitsch. This release is particularly notable for its evocative artwork by Julie Morstad.

4-track promo CD

11:11

Love Affair
Rejazz
Back of a Truck
Buildings
Marry Ann
Flyin
Wasteside
Pavlov's Daughter
2.99 Cent Blues
Braille
I Want to Sing
Sunshine

Regina's debut LP was recorded in her senior year at Purchase College and self-released in 2001. It eventually went out of print on CD, owing mainly to the loss of the original artwork, but it is currently available as a download from CD Baby and other outlets.

Pavlov's Daughter

Written by: regina spektor

Available Recordings: Click to view

Lyrics (as originally posted by Regina on brümstix):

The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine
pickings getting slim, slimmer
I hear them say my name
regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah

yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
and I still can't hear
whadya think I was an amateur
playin' with my temperature...

If I hear another song about angels
if I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Gonna get me some whiskey now...
If I hear another song about angels
if I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now

My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you turning your thoughts off
I turn mine off too
The only thing I hear is you
and you don't sound good and you don't sound nice
and you don't sound good and you don't sound right

and it get's quiet...

Pavlov's daughter woke up in the morning
Heard the bell ring
And something deep inside of her made her want to salivate
So she lay there drooling on her pillow
So she lay there, the sun skimming her skin, and drooling on her pillow
Pavlov's daughter
And it was far away and hazy like a dream
not a dream, but the ocean,
not the ocean, but forever...

The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine...
...And it gets quiet...
As quiet as an ambulance checking out the neighborhood, waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow, but nothing happens, it's a cruel joke
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest,
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head,
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head going down stream... to where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...