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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 screaming 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 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 sort of 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 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 kid's asleep and the loans are paid and the lawns are mowed What'd you 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 in the forest 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 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 |
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07-17-2005
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08-27-2005
"Got a soundtrack in my mind,
All the time. Kids-
Screamin' from too much beat up
And they don't even rhyme"
And since it's a Regina Spektor song, random toughts about life is of course mixed in with the original message. But I also think that this, more than any other of her songs, is about the meaning of life:
"Just cause one song is done
There’s always another one,
Waiting right around the bend,
Till this one ends,
Then it begins
Quickly, then it starts all over again." Like she says in Ghost of Corporate Future "The world is everlasting. It's coming and it's going"
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11-04-2005
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12-06-2005
There’s always another one,
Waiting right around the bend,
Till this one ends,
Then it begins
Quickly, then it starts all over again.
Instead of quickly, i think that she is saying squeaky clean, as if with a clean slate, when she says squeaky, she even squeaks her voice, possibly the only aritst who could get away with that lol
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12-06-2005
There’s always another one,
Waiting right around the bend,
Till this one ends,
Then it begins
Quickly, then it starts all over again.
Instead of quickly, i think that she is saying squeaky clean, as if with a clean slate, when she says squeaky, she even squeaks her voice, possibly the only aritst who could get away with that lol
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01-12-2006
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01-17-2006
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03-03-2006
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04-02-2006
"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."
I think this says a lot.
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04-05-2006
***
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
chorus
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's for the 60's
And another cliché for 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.
chorus
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah
Did you know that the gravedigger's still
Gettin' stuck in the machine
Even though it's a whole other daydream.
It's another town, it's another world,
Where the kids all sleep, AND 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 FOR news publications and,
Possible LEAKAGE FOR 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 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
chorus
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
chorus
***
not claiming they're perfect, but it's closer to accurate than the above... just want to do justice to regina's art... do check out www.reginaspektor.net ; you can hear live recordings there.
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04-22-2006
The reference to gravediggers goes back to Pavlov's Daughter. "Just 'cause one song is done, there's always another one" implies that when she writes something for one song it maintains its truth for every other song.
The long verse comments on her dislike of the media, and also has the strong line about how we all just accept all the harsh sounds because we are more afraid of living in silence. The prophets (whom she uses as a symbol for truth) are silent because they realize no one will listen to them with all the other sounds that are present.
At the end, she repeats the verse to emphasize its importance and the fact that she is aware of her own struggles with words.
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04-24-2006
This comment reminds me alot of the Kris Kristofferson song To Beat The Devil that goes:
"...And you still can hear me singing to the people who don't listen to the things that I am saying, praying some one's gonna hear.
And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about are things they could be changing, hoping some one's gonna care."
In this song, him being the prophet as a songwriter. It's also a song about writing songs/being a song writer, which I still think this is...
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05-18-2006
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
that is how i feel when i write my poetry, especially the getting stuck in my hair. My hair tends to attack and i swear half of my poetry is in my hair alone. i ♥ regina!
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05-31-2006
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07-18-2006
I like this alot:
"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"
that part clearly speaks of our society and the fact that television rules our life for the most part. When she says that silence is harder.. it's true. Alot of the time people can't just simply sit in a room and think.. or relax in silence. We always have to be entertained. And no one is doing anything about it.
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09-22-2006
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12-05-2006
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12-20-2006
That is all.
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01-01-2007
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01-01-2007
I've been loving this song too much lately. I sing it all day, and it plays in my dreams. Just love it.
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01-23-2007
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02-07-2007
and i love this song because it challanges the norm....
i believe that it is about writing songs nd about the corruption of the world....
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02-13-2007
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
Quickly, then it starts all over again.
Because I remember reading on Wikipedia that she writes alot about stuff in her head, and she's got an album called "Mary Meets the Gravediggers..." and the gravediggers thing must be a recurring image in her mind, and she's like, telling herself that it should be no surprise that when she finds another song, the gravediggers are back even though it's a different "daydream," and she's also showing how there's constantly songs playing in her head that she makes up.
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02-17-2007
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--not "my juice"
NO HEALTHY CALORIES--not "all melted 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.
BORN--not "run"--into picket fences
Not into picket lines.
All this hippie-shit for the 60's
KIND OF CLICHE--not "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--not "quickly"--then it starts all over again.
The weather report keeps on
Tossing and turning,
Predicting and warning,
And warning and warning of,
POSSIBLE LEAKAGE FROM--not "possibly it could be"--news publications and,
POSSIBLE LEAKAGE FROM--not "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 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
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03-06-2007
It makes so much more sense the other way, ha.
This song to me means several things.
-Criticizing media
-Criticizing people for following too much of a routine "They sorta just don't find you til your cubicle is reeking"
etc.
i love Regina.
xox
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