Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Consequence of Sounds, artist - Regina Spektor. Album song Mary Ann meets the Gravediggers and other short stories by regina spektor, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 15.01.2006
Record label: Sire, Warner
Song language: English
Consequence of Sounds |
My rhyme ain’t good just yet, |
My brain and tongue just met, |
And they ain’t friends, so far, |
My words don’t travel far, |
They tangle in my hair, |
And tend to go nowhere, |
They grow right back inside, |
Right past my brain and eyes |
Into my stomach juice |
Where they don’t serve much use, |
No healthy calories, |
Nutrition values. |
And I absorb back in The words right through my skin |
They sit there festering inside my bowels |
The consonants and vowels |
The consequence of sounds |
The consonants and vowels |
The consequence of sounds |
Got a soundtrack in my mind, |
All the time. |
Kids- |
Screamin’from too much beat up And they don’t even rhyme, |
They just stand there, on a street corner, |
Skin tucked in And meat side out and shot, |
And I’d like to turn them down |
But there ain’t no knob. |
Run into picket fences |
Not into picket lines. |
All this hippie-shit for the 60's |
And another clich? |
for our time. |
But, |
But a one of these days your heart |
Will just stop ticking, |
And they sorta just don’t find you till your cubicle is reeking. |
The consonants and vowels |
The consequence of sounds |
The consonants and vowels |
The consequence of sounds |
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah |
Did you know that the gravedigger’s still |
Gettin’stuck in the machine |
Even tough it’s a whole other daydream. |
It’s another town it’s another world, |
Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paid |
And the lawns are mowed. |
Whad’ya think? |
All the gravediggers were gone? |
Just cause one song is done |
There’s always another one, |
Waiting right around the bend, |
Till this one ends, |
Then it begins |
Sqeaky clean, then it starts all over again. |
The weather report keeps on Tossing and turning, |
Predicting and warning, |
And warning and warning of, |
Possibly it could be news publications and, |
Possibly it could be news TV stations. |
That |
Very same morning right next to her coffee |
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and |
National Geographic was being too graphic, |
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic |
?The worlds got a nosebleed? |
it said |
?And we’re flooding but we keep on cutting |
The trees and the forests?! |
And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV, |
Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us. |
And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers |
But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder. |
And no one’s the killer and no one’s the martyr |
The world that has made us can no longer contain us And profits are silent then rotting away 'cause |
The consonants and vowels |
The consequence of sounds. |
The consonants and vowels |
The consequence of sounds. |
Ah ah ah? |
My rhyme ain’t good just yet, |
My brain and tongue just met, |
And they aint friends, so far, |
My words don’t travel far, |
They tangle in my hair, |
And tend to go nowhere, |
They grow right back inside, |
Right past my brain and eyes |
Into my stomach juice |
Where they don’t serve much use, |
No healthy calories, |
Nutrition values. |
And I absorb back in The words right through my skin |
They sit there festering inside my bowels |
The consonants and vowels |
The consequence of sounds |
The consonants and vowels |
The consequence of sounds |