Kimya Dawson - Zero Or A Zillion lyrics

(Yeah, mother f**ers Keep the f**ing doors set What Put your f**ing hands down!) As I sit and listen to a kid you clearly influenced I text and say I'm glad that you're my friend (yay!) Then leave another perfect time show, feeling inspired and powerful "The Ghost of Corporate Future" in my head (my f**ing head!) And as I count the ways that I've said "f** you" to the man I don't care who thinks that I've sold out or not Since going barefoot I feel better That Regina f**ing Spektor is a name I'll never be ashamed to drop (Go Regina!) I saw that little weirdo walk into the open mic, sit down shyly at the piano and then start (Wow!) Singing songs we'll start to knowing, silly, sad and so mind blowing They were undeniably straight from the heart (Right from the heart!) And the music It doesn't change No, songs remain the same Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening Yeah, the music It doesn't change No, songs remain the same Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening I have a friend named Eva, seventeen She's a soprano, she sings opera with a voice that makes me cry (cry!) But she sings in competitions and the kids at school give her sh** I wish that she could sit back and close her eyes (eyes!) And feel the vibration of her voice inside her chest without worrying about who thinks that--who thinks who's the best While at time when there are people who think that it's not enough and there are people who think that I've went too far (too far!) All I ever wanted was to not feel suicidal And I traded in my meds for a guitar There's so much depression nowadays in adolescents And with all the social pressure that makes sense But music shouldn't be the problem Music should be the solution And only a positive experience (experience!) Because the music It doesn't change No, the songs remain the same Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening No, the music It doesn't change No, the songs remain the same Whether there are zero people or there are a zillion people in the world who are listening (tell 'em!) I have a friend named Johnny D His band is Tin Tree Factory Everything he does is gold to me And it's on archive.org for free Yes! W-W-W-DOT-A-R-C-H-I-V-E-DOT-O-R-G I like sittin' on the floor watchin' Johnny play On his knees, on a carpet Not on a stage In front of a fire, in a living room Cozy and warm full of potluck food But if one day suddenly Johnny got huge I'd be glad that you knew Johnny too (Johnny!) His songs are smart, important, brave Wanting that to myself would be totally lame (lame!) I don't claim to be Regina's only true fan Just because I knew her way back when And if you think Cat Stevens couldn't be my god 'Cause I heard him first in Harold and Maude I bought all his albums I listened, I cried Teaser and the Firecat changed my life I painted a firecat on my jean jacket Drew "Peace Train"s on my homework packet I'm still listening to "The Wind (of my Soul)" And I'm a hard headed woman, so I've been told Yeah, music's just sound We're just ears Why are you affected by what who hears If Michael Jackson's hits make him less sacred Then you taking your clothes off makes me less naked When what each preach, I'll make it or break it Do you wanna abstain? (Uh, no.) Repeat after me You can like what you like You can like what you like And let them like what they like And let them like what they like You can like what you like You can like what you like And let them like what they like And let them like what they like Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka-shaka-boom Boom-boom-boom-shaka-shaka-boom-boom (And they, and they... Like, like... Like it!) I love you, Mikey!