Consequence of Sounds

Ok, 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

i'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.

It 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"

so much is said here, but it still manages to conclude itself. things go round and round.

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. 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

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. 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

wow..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

i 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.

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this 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.