Consequence of Sounds 歌词

歌曲	Consequence of Sounds
歌手	Regina Spektor
专辑	Songs
下载	Image LRC TXT

	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 shouting,
	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 for the 60's
	And another cliché 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
	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 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 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 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

	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 shouting,
	And I' d like to turn them down
	But there ain' t no knob.
	Born into picket fences
	Not into picket lines.
	All this hippieshit for the 60' s
	And another cliche 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
	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 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 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 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

	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 shouting,
	And I' d like to turn them down
	But there ain' t no knob.
	Born into picket fences
	Not into picket lines.
	All this hippieshit for the 60' s
	And another cliché 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
	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 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 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 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

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