Regina Spektor Consequence of Sounds Lyrics:
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 shout,
And I'd like to turn them down
But there ain't no knob.
Born into picket fences
Not into picket lines
All this hippie shit's for the sixties
Only cliché in our times, but
What if 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 kid's asleep,
And the loans are paid
And the lawns are mowed.
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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 leakage of news publications and,
Possibly leakage of news TV stations. That
Very same morning right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and
heard hollow coughing
The National Geographic was being too graphic,
When all she had wanted to
know was the traffic
"The world's 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 prophets are silent and
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 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
Lyrics: Consequence of Sounds, Regina Spektor [end]