consequence of sounds
Singer:spektor, regina
my rhyme ain't good just yet
my brain and tongue just met
my words don't travel far
they grow right back inside
right past my brain and eyes
where they don't serve much use
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
screamin' from too much beat up
and they don't even rhyme
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
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
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
then it starts all over again. the weather report keeps on
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