Letra de Pavlov's Daughter
The grave diggers getting stuck in the MachinePicking getting slim slimmer I hear them say my nameRegin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah Yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear And I still can't hearWhadya think I was an amateur Playin' with my temperatureIf I hear another song about angels If I see another feather on the dumb-boxI'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some WhiskeyGonna go to Babylon and get me some Whiskey nowIf I hear another song about angels If I see another feather on the dumb-boxI'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some WhiskeyOh get me some whiskey get me some whisky Get me some whiskey nowMy name is Lucille and I know how you feel I live downstairsI hear you taking out your garbage I hear you loving your girlfriendI hear you loving yourself too I hear you flushing your tolietI hear you turning your thoughts off I turn mine off tooThe only thing I hear is you And you don't sound nice and you don't sound RightAnd you don't sound good and you don't Sound rightMy name is Lucille and I know how you feel I live downstairsI hear you taking out your garbage I hear you loving your girlfriendI hear you loving yourself too I hear you turning your thoughts offOh, I hear you turning your thoughts off And it get's quietPavlov's daughter woke up in the morning Heard the bell ringAnd something deep inside of her made her Want to salivateSo she lay there drooling on her pillow So she lay there the sun skimming her skinAnd and drooling on her pillow Pavlov's daughterAnd it was far away and hazy like a dream Not a dream not a dreamBut the ocean not the ocean But foreverThe grave diggers getting stuck in the Machine Picking getting slim slimmerI hear them say my name Regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ahYes I'm putting the boulder to my ear And I still can't hearWhadya think I was an amateur Playin' with my temperatureIf I hear another song about angels If I see another feather on the dumb-boxI'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some Whiskey Gonna go to Babylon and get me some Whiskey nowIf I hear another song about angels If I see another feather on the dumb-boxI'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some Whiskey Oh get me some whiskey get me some Whisky get me some whiskey nowMy name is Lucille and I know how you feel I live downstairsI hear you taking out your garbage I hear you loving your girlfriend I hear you loving yourself tooI hear you turning your thoughts off I hear you turning your thoughts off And I turn mine off tooThe only thing I hear is you And you don't sound nice and you don't sound RightAnd you don't sound good and you don't Sound rightMy name is Lucille and I know how you feel I live downstairsI hear you taking out your garbage I hear you loving your girlfriendI hear you loving yourself too I hear you turning your thoughts offI hear you turning your thoughts off It get's quietAs quiet as an ambulance checking out the NeighborhoodWaiting for the blade to slip and that final blowBut nothing happens, it's a cruel joke As ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forestAs ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head Going down streamTo whereit isn't even real rain at all