Paroles Pavlov's Daughter de Regina Spektor

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  • Chanson: Pavlov's Daughter
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Textes et Paroles de Pavlov's Daughter




The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine
Pickings getting slim, slimmer
I hear them say my name
Regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah

Yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
And I still can't hear
Whadya think I was an amateur
Playin' with my temperature...

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 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 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 turn mine off too
The only thing I hear is you
And you don't sound good and you don't sound nice
And you don't sound good and you don't sound right

And it get's quiet...

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
And it was far away and hazy like a dream
Not a dream, but the ocean,
Not the ocean, but forever...

The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine...
And it gets quiet...
As quiet as an ambulance checking out the neighborhood
Waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow, but 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...

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