Pavlov's Daughter Lyrics - 11:11 - Regina Spektor

(*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 

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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 

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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