Regina Spektor - Pavlov's Daughter - Текст песни

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...