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The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine
picking getting slim, slimmer
I hear them say my name
regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah
yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
and I still can't hear
whadya think I was an amateur
playin' with my temperature...
If I hear another song about angels
if I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now...
If I hear another song about angels
if I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some whiskey now
My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you flushing your toliet
I hear you turning your thoughts off
I turn mine off too
The only thing I hear is you
and you don't sound nice and you don't sound right
and you don't sound good and you don't sound right
My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you turning your thoughts off
Oh, I hear you turning your thoughts off
and it get's quiet...
Pavlov's daughter woke up in the morning
Heard the bell ring
And something deep inside of her made her want to salivate
So she lay there drooling on her pillow
So she lay there, the sun skimming her skin,
and, and...drooling on her pillow
Pavlov's daughter
And it was far away and hazy like a dream
not a dream, not a dream,
but the ocean, not the ocean,
but forever...
The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine
picking getting slim, slimmer
I hear them say my name
regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah
yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
and I still can't hear
whadya think I was an amateur
playin' with my temperature...
If I hear another song about angels
if I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now...
If I hear another song about angels
if I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Oh get me some whiskey, oh get me some whisky now
My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you turning your thoughts off
I hear you turning your thoughts off
And I turn mine off too
The only thing I hear is you
and you don't sound nice and you don't sound right
and you don't sound good and you don't sound right
My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you turning your thoughts off
I hear you turning your thoughts off
It get's quiet...
As quiet as an ambulance staking out the neighborhood,
waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow,
but nothing happens, it's a cruel joke
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest,
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head,
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head
going down stream...
to where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...
picking getting slim, slimmer
I hear them say my name
regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah
yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
and I still can't hear
whadya think I was an amateur
playin' with my temperature...
If I hear another song about angels
if I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now...
If I hear another song about angels
if I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me some whiskey now
My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you flushing your toliet
I hear you turning your thoughts off
I turn mine off too
The only thing I hear is you
and you don't sound nice and you don't sound right
and you don't sound good and you don't sound right
My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you turning your thoughts off
Oh, I hear you turning your thoughts off
and it get's quiet...
Pavlov's daughter woke up in the morning
Heard the bell ring
And something deep inside of her made her want to salivate
So she lay there drooling on her pillow
So she lay there, the sun skimming her skin,
and, and...drooling on her pillow
Pavlov's daughter
And it was far away and hazy like a dream
not a dream, not a dream,
but the ocean, not the ocean,
but forever...
The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine
picking getting slim, slimmer
I hear them say my name
regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah
yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
and I still can't hear
whadya think I was an amateur
playin' with my temperature...
If I hear another song about angels
if I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now...
If I hear another song about angels
if I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Oh get me some whiskey, oh get me some whisky now
My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you turning your thoughts off
I hear you turning your thoughts off
And I turn mine off too
The only thing I hear is you
and you don't sound nice and you don't sound right
and you don't sound good and you don't sound right
My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you turning your thoughts off
I hear you turning your thoughts off
It get's quiet...
As quiet as an ambulance staking out the neighborhood,
waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow,
but nothing happens, it's a cruel joke
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest,
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head,
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head
going down stream...
to where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...
Lyrics submitted by turpentine_patches, edited by clcsilent
Track duration: 07:40
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I think this is about human nature. We, as humans, are born into sin. This is what Christianity has taught me. At the beginning when she is talking about the grave digger and getting slimmer, I think she means that as we get older if we continue to live in sin, our odds of making it to Heaven when we die get slimmer and slimmer. We are sort of damned from the begginning if we do not accept Jesus Christ as our personal saviour. This is why the song starts this way. Then she goes on to talk about how if she hears about angels calling her name to be good and repint one more time, she will just get drunk to ignore them. Then she talks from the POV of the devil, Lucifer/Lucille, and she talks about all different forms of sin. When she talks about Pavlov's daughter (and of course we know that Pavlov invented the idea of classical conditioning), she is talking about how we are programed, conditioned if you will, to be sinners and how hard it is to break the cycle of sinning until you accept Jesus. I think the ending where she is basically talking, she is saying that she (or the speaker, rather) chose to end their life and dies, and she hears rain, but it isn't real rain, it is the fire of hell raining down on her because she never chose to accept The Light.
Again, this is just my interpretation and how I see it. Feel free to come up with your own :)
The grave diggers might symbolize her thoughts about suicide that repeat in her head calling her name.
She wants to live differently than other people, be alive this is why she sings - "Whadya think I was an amateur
playin' with my temperature?" - she wants to be emotional, extraordinary, give all herself, she wants to do her best.
The part - "If I hear another song about angels
if I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now..." - makes me think of a person who is tired of people who predend, holy, sweet girls, never drinking whiskey. She is so sick of it that if she ever hears it again she will just go out and drink.
She found a guy who is just like her, she knows how he feels because he is also tired and bored, he is her neigbour so she knows a lot about him.
She calls herself Lucille because she wants to be bad, being bad is better than being sweet and boring, this is how she sees other girls she knows.
She is hoping something will change but eventually all stays the same - "but nothing happens, it's a cruel joke".
I think that you are all off-track but so off-track - it's interesting.
Someone commented something about Regina's lesbian relationships and how she's afraid and wants to kill herself, that is so off-track, yet might be it.
I honestly DON'T know, and maybe I'm as off-track as you all are, but I think that this song was touched with a little bit of meaning here and there but the rest of it is a blank page for us to fill.
Listening to Regina is not listening to music, it's studying the art of the brain. Oh Regina, Regin-ah, Regin-ah!
"Christopher" = "Christ" + "-opher"
Then, later, she refers to herself as "Lucille", but the way she says it it sounds almost like "Lucy"
"Lucy" + "-opher" = Lucifer
yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
and I still can't hear
whadya think I was an amateur
playin' with my tamba cha cha cha
Listen and see. Tamba, as in tambarine makes more sense too.
As for the rest of the song, I'm baffled. I came here for ideas.
+5 points for my faith in humanity xD
My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you turning your thoughts off
I hear you turning your thoughts off
And I turn mine off too
The only thing I hear is you
and you don't sound nice and you don't sound right
and you don't sound good and you don't sound right
The above chorus...I think she is the devil. Lucille is the female name for Lucifer...and then she says, "I live downstairs", possibly referencing that she is in hell (I only can deduct this from the other songs Regina has written about Greek Mythological characters.). She then goes on to list all these things that she is "hear"ing you do. She is the devil of course, so she hears all your sins (and I'm sure it's driven her mad).
Then the part of her lyrics:
If I hear another song about angels
if I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now...
Implies this even further, because of COURSE the devil would hate hearing about angels. Not only is she/he the devil, but according to the bible/stories Lucifer was [one of] Gods favorite angel[s]. And to take the edge off she would go to Babylon and get drunk because she was so pissed off.
Either way this song is way off the deep end, into madness, and one of my favorite Regina songs to date!