Lirik Lagu Consequence Of Sounds - Regina Spektor
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
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 eyesInto my stomach juiceWhere they don't serve much use,No healthy calories,Nutrition values.And I absorb back inThe words right through my skinThey sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowelsThe consequence of soundsThe consonants and vowelsThe consequence of sounds
Got a soundtrack in my mind,All the time. Kids-Screamin' from too much beat upAnd they don't even rhyme,They just stand there, on a street corner,Skin tucked inAnd meat side out and shot,And I'd like to turn them downBut there ain't no knob.Run into picket fencesNot into picket lines.All this hippie-shit for the 60'sAnd another clich© for our time. But,But a one of these days your heartWill just stop ticking,And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking.
The consonants and vowelsThe consequence of soundsThe consonants and vowelsThe consequence of soundsAhh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah
Did you know that the gravedigger's stillGettin' stuck in the machineEven tough it's a whole other daydream.It's another town it's another world,Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paidAnd the lawns are mowed.Whad'ya think?All the gravediggers were gone?Just cause one song is doneThere's always another one,Waiting right around the bend,Till this one ends,Then it beginsSqeaky clean, then it starts all over again.
The weather report keeps onTossing and turning,Predicting and warning,And warning and warning of,Possibly it could be news publications and,Possibly it could be news TV stations. ThatVery same morning right next to her coffeeShe noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing andNational 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 cuttingThe 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 speakersBut we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder.And no one's the killer and no one's the martyrThe world that has made us can no longer contain usAnd profits are silent then rotting away 'cause
The consonants and vowelsThe consequence of sounds.The consonants and vowelsThe consequence of sounds.Ah ah ah...
My rhyme ain't good just yet,My brain and tongue just met,And they aint 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 eyesInto my stomach juiceWhere they don't serve much use,No healthy calories,Nutrition values.And I absorb back inThe words right through my skinThey sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowelsThe consequence of soundsThe consonants and vowelsThe consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowelsThe consequence of soundsThe consonants and vowelsThe consequence of sounds
Got a soundtrack in my mind,All the time. Kids-Screamin' from too much beat upAnd they don't even rhyme,They just stand there, on a street corner,Skin tucked inAnd meat side out and shot,And I'd like to turn them downBut there ain't no knob.Run into picket fencesNot into picket lines.All this hippie-shit for the 60'sAnd another clich© for our time. But,But a one of these days your heartWill just stop ticking,And they sorta just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking.
The consonants and vowelsThe consequence of soundsThe consonants and vowelsThe consequence of soundsAhh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ah
Did you know that the gravedigger's stillGettin' stuck in the machineEven tough it's a whole other daydream.It's another town it's another world,Where the kids are asleep, where the loans are paidAnd the lawns are mowed.Whad'ya think?All the gravediggers were gone?Just cause one song is doneThere's always another one,Waiting right around the bend,Till this one ends,Then it beginsSqeaky clean, then it starts all over again.
The weather report keeps onTossing and turning,Predicting and warning,And warning and warning of,Possibly it could be news publications and,Possibly it could be news TV stations. ThatVery same morning right next to her coffeeShe noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing andNational 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 cuttingThe 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 speakersBut we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder.And no one's the killer and no one's the martyrThe world that has made us can no longer contain usAnd profits are silent then rotting away 'cause
The consonants and vowelsThe consequence of sounds.The consonants and vowelsThe consequence of sounds.Ah ah ah...
My rhyme ain't good just yet,My brain and tongue just met,And they aint 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 eyesInto my stomach juiceWhere they don't serve much use,No healthy calories,Nutrition values.And I absorb back inThe words right through my skinThey sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowelsThe consequence of soundsThe consonants and vowelsThe consequence of sounds
