Regina Spektor Pavlov's Daughter Lyrics

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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