"Consequence of Sounds" as written by and Regina Spektor....
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 go right back inside,
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve me use,
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.
Run into picket fences
Not into picket lines.
All this hippie-shit 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, then it starts all over again.

The weather report keeps on
Tossing and turning,
Predicting and warning,
And warning and warning of,
Possibly it could be news publications and,
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 my juice,
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


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"Consequence of Sounds" as written by Regina Spektor

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  • +1
    General Commenti'm reposting the above lyrics w/my own corrections in caps (& without the chorus to save room):
    ***

    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 reginaspektor.net ; you can hear live recordings there.
    bittersweet637on April 05, 2006   Link
  • +1
    General CommentOk, so here's what the lyrics really are. : )

    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
    cattieloveson February 17, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentIt is clearly about making music. Writning it, singing it, listening to it and just thinking about it. The first verse is a brilliant display of her toughts about being an artist. The second is, I belive, about not being able to escape it.
    "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"
    lemonjuiceon August 27, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General Commentso much is said here, but it still manages to conclude itself. things go round and round.
    tigersroamfreeon November 04, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General CommentJust 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.

    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
    Sostakon December 06, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General CommentJust 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.

    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
    Sostakon December 06, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General Commentwow..this song say's alot actually, yeah i agree it's about her music...and saying she doesn't have this artist thing down yet...atleast she feels like it..but this song alsoe reminds me of fight club, oddly enough, just like ghost of corparate future...she is saying she is not liking the way the world is going...just like in fight club...i don't know
    pychobj2001on January 12, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti think this song is basically about how people use words and how they affect our lives, everything from the media to children. i think there was a reason she used the word "consequence" of sounds, because it sounds more like a criticism than anything else.
    kittykattyon January 17, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentFore much more acurate and comprehensive lyrics please visit reginaspektor.net
    stwongbad85on March 03, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthis is the cutest song! if she made a whole hip hip album it would be just amazing.

    "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.
    precipitateon April 02, 2006   Link

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