Regina Spektor - Consequence of Sounds lyrics
[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 shoutin'
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 60's
Another cliché in our time, 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
Ah ah dum-ts-ts dum ts-ts dum dum dum
Dum-ts-ts dum ts-ts dum dum dum
Did you know that the gravedigger's still
Getting stuck in the machine
Even though 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
Squeaky clean, and it starts all over again
The weather report keeps on
Tossing and turning predicting and warning
And warning and warning of
Possible leakage from news publications and
Possible leakage from 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 then
Rotting away 'cause
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Ah ah um-ts-ts dum ts-ts dum dum dum dum
Dum dum ts-ts dum ts dum dum
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
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 shoutin'
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 60's
Another cliché in our time, 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
Ah ah dum-ts-ts dum ts-ts dum dum dum
Dum-ts-ts dum ts-ts dum dum dum
Did you know that the gravedigger's still
Getting stuck in the machine
Even though 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
Squeaky clean, and it starts all over again
The weather report keeps on
Tossing and turning predicting and warning
And warning and warning of
Possible leakage from news publications and
Possible leakage from 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 then
Rotting away 'cause
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Ah ah um-ts-ts dum ts-ts dum dum dum dum
Dum dum ts-ts dum ts dum dum
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