Pavlov's Daughter Songtext / Lyric

(*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