Consequence Of Sounds lyrics
by 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 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-

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 clich