Regina Spector: Soviet Kitsch
Soviet Kitsch is the third album by Regina Spektor. The title is drawn from Milan Kundera's expression for the vacuous aesthetics of communism, a theme in his book The Unbearable Lightness of Being. One version of the album was released with a bonus DVD, which included a short promotional film titled The Survival Guide to Soviet Kitsch and the music video for the song "Us".
- "Ode to Divorce" – 3:42
- "Poor Little Rich Boy" – 2:27
- "Carbon Monoxide" – 4:59
- "The Flowers" – 3:54
- "Us" – 4:52
- "Sailor Song" – 3:15
- "* * *" – 0:44
- "Your Honor" – 2:10
- "The Ghost of Corporate Future" – 3:21
- "Chemo Limo" – 6:04
- "Somedays" – 3:21
Track 7, or "Whisper", is a brief spoken word piece in which Spektor and her brother, Barry (Bear) Spektor, discuss the following song ("Your Honor"). The band backing Spektor on "Your Honor" is Kill Kenada.
Spektor's first two albums were released exclusively in the United States; Soviet Kitsch, Begin to Hope, and Far were released worldwide. The compilation Mary Ann Meets the Gravediggers and Other Short Stories, containing songs from Spektor's first three albums, was assembled for the UK market. I really love this song ("Us") "Us"They made a statue of us
And it put it on a mountain top
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs have fun, have fun They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
Then they'll give us a talking to
Because they've got years of experience
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
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 labor you can keep We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
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
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
Were living in a den of thieves And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
