Regina Spektor -
Mary Ann meets the Gravediggers and other short stories by regina spektor (Int'l Release)
Pavlov's Daughter
(*scat singing*)
The gravediggers getting stuck in the machine
Picking getting slim, slimmer
I hear them say my name
Regin-ah, Regin-ah, Regin-ah-ah-ahh
Yes, I'm putting the boulder to my ear
And I still can't hear
What'dya think I was an amateur
Playin' with my tempa-cha-cha-cha-cha-ture?
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 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 toilet
I hear you turning your thoughts off
And I, 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
And it gets quiet, quiet, oh
Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet
Quiet, oh, quiet, oh
Quiet, quiet, quiet, qui, qui
Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui
Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, quiet
Quiet
Pavlov
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 drooling on her pillow
Pavlov's daughter
Ohh, and it was far away
And hazy like a dream
Not a dream
But the ocean
Not the ocean
But forever
The gravediggers getting stuck in the machine
Picking getting slim, slimmer
I hear them say my name
Regin-ah, Regin-ah, Regin-ah-ah-ahh
Yes, I'm putting the boulder to my ear
And I still can't hear
What'dya think I was an amateur
Playin' with my tempa-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-ture?
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 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 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
And it gets quiet, quiet, oh
Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet
Quiet, oh, quiet, oh
Quiet, quiet, quiet, qui, qui
Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui
Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui
Quiet
As quiet as an ambulance staking out the neighborhood
Waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow
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
The gravediggers getting stuck in the machine
Picking getting slim, slimmer
I hear them say my name
Regin-ah, Regin-ah, Regin-ah-ah-ahh
Yes, I'm putting the boulder to my ear
And I still can't hear
What'dya think I was an amateur
Playin' with my tempa-cha-cha-cha-cha-ture?
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 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 toilet
I hear you turning your thoughts off
And I, 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
And it gets quiet, quiet, oh
Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet
Quiet, oh, quiet, oh
Quiet, quiet, quiet, qui, qui
Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui
Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, quiet
Quiet
Pavlov
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 drooling on her pillow
Pavlov's daughter
Ohh, and it was far away
And hazy like a dream
Not a dream
But the ocean
Not the ocean
But forever
The gravediggers getting stuck in the machine
Picking getting slim, slimmer
I hear them say my name
Regin-ah, Regin-ah, Regin-ah-ah-ahh
Yes, I'm putting the boulder to my ear
And I still can't hear
What'dya think I was an amateur
Playin' with my tempa-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-ture?
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 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 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
And it gets quiet, quiet, oh
Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet
Quiet, oh, quiet, oh
Quiet, quiet, quiet, qui, qui
Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui
Qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui, qui
Quiet
As quiet as an ambulance staking out the neighborhood
Waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow
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
Credits
Writer(s): Regina Spektor
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Back of a Truck (Papa's Bootlegs, Live in New York)
- Love Affair
- Home, before and after
- Loveology
- Up the Mountain
- Becoming All Alone
- One Little Soldier (From "Bombshell" the Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
- Walking Away (Music from the Original Amazon Series "Modern Love")
- You've Got Time (chamber version)
- Birdsong
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