Consequence Of Sounds Songtext / Lyric

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 shouting

I'd like to turn 'em down

But there ain't no knob

Born into picket fences

Not into picket lines

All this hippie shit's for the '60s

and a 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

Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah

Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah

Dan, t-t-dan, t-t-dan-dan-dan

Dan, t-t-dan, t-t-dan-dan-dan



Did you know that the gravedigger's still gettin' 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 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

Sqeaky 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

The National Geographic was being too graphic

When all she had wanted to know was the traffic

The world's 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 and rotting away, 'cause



The consonants and vowels

The consequence of sounds

The consonants and vowels

The consequence of sounds

Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah

Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah

Dan, t-t-dan, t-t-dan-dan-dan-dan

Dan, dan, t-t-dan, t-dan-dan



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