Смысл текста песни "Consequence of Sounds" исполнителя "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 shout

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 60's

And another cliche in 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

Did you know that the gravedigger's still

Getting 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, 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 from news publications and

Possible leakage from news TV stations

That very same morning right next to her coffee

She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and

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

The consonants and vowels

The consequence of sounds

The consonants and vowels

The consequence of sounds

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