Consequences of Sound - Regina spektor

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 ...