2009-06-17 New York, NY | Beacon Theatre

Recordings made available by Dan at nyctaper and by Aaron at RespektOnline:

Folding Chair
Lucky Penny
Time Is All Around*
Eet**
The Calculation**
Machine**
One More Time with Feeling**
On the Radio**
Blue Lips***
Riot Gear****
Laughing With****
Bobbing for Apples
That Time
Aprés Moi
Human of the Year
Poor Little Rich Boy
Ink Stains
Consequence of Sounds
Man of a Thousand Faces

Samson
Us***
Fidelity****

This show marked the live debuts for "Eet", "The Calculation", "Machine", "Riot Gear", and "Ink Stains". Regina's accompaniment throughout the evening consisted of:

* cello + violin
** cello + violin + drums
*** cello + violin + cello + viola
**** cello + violin + cello + viola + drums

Mary Ann meets the Gravediggers and other short stories by regina spektor

Oedipus
Love Affair
Poor Little Rich Boy
Sailor Song
Mary Ann
Prisoners
Consequence of Sounds
Daniel Cowman
Lacrimosa
Pavlov’s Daughter
Chemo Limo
Us

This compilation of tracks from 11:11, Songs, and Soviet Kitsch was released in the UK on CD by Transgressive Records in January 2006, accompanied by a re-branded version of the same DVD included in the Sire release of Soviet Kitsch. This release is particularly notable for its evocative artwork by Julie Morstad.

4-track promo CD

2003-12-29 New York, NY | The Living Room

Recorded by pattivill:

intro
"a cooler version"
interlude
Time Is All Around
interlude
Dance Anthem of the 80s
interlude
Prisoners
interlude
A Cannon
interlude
Patron Saint
interlude
Secret Stash
interlude
Carbon Monoxide
interlude
Folding Chair
interlude
Music Box
interlude
Ode to Divorce
interlude
Consequence of Sounds
closing

Songs

Samson
Oedipus
Prisoners
Reading Time with Pickle
Consequence of Sounds
Daniel Cowman
Bonne Idée
Aching to Pupate
Lounge
Lacrimosa
Lulliby
Ne Me Quitte Pas

Regina's 2nd LP was recorded in December 2001 and self-released in fall 2002. The CD is currently available via mail order from CD Baby.

Consequence of Sounds

Written by: regina spektor

Available Recordings: Click to view

Lyrics (asposted by the mod on brümstix):

My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
And they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
And tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories
Nutrition values
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering
Inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds

Got a soundtrack in my mind
All the time
Kids screamin' from too much beat up
And they don't even rhyme
They just stand there, on a street corner
Skin tucked in and meat side out and shouting
I'd like to turn 'em down
But there ain't no knob
Born into picket fences
Not into picket lines
All this hippie shit's for the '60s
and a cliché in our times, but
What if one of these days your heart
Will just stop ticking
And they sort of just don't find you
Till your cubicle is reeking?

The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah
Dan, t-t-dan, t-t-dan-dan-dan
Dan, t-t-dan, t-t-dan-dan-dan

Did you know that the gravedigger's still gettin' stuck in the machine
Even though it's a whole other daydream?
It's another town
It's another world
Where the kid's asleep
And the loans are paid
And the lawns are mowed
What'd ya think
All the gravediggers were gone
Just 'cause one song is done?
There's always another one
Waiting right around the bend
Till this one ends
Then it begins
Sqeaky clean
And it starts all over again

The weather report keeps on
Tossing and turning
Predicting and warning
And warning and warning of
Possible leakage from news publications, and
Possible leakage from news TV stations; that
Very same morning, right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing
The National Geographic was being too graphic
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic
The world's got a nosebleed, it said
And we're flooding, but we keep on cutting the trees and the forests!
And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV
Who claim they will save us, but want to enslave us, and
Sweating like demons, they scream through our speakers
But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder, and
No one's the killer and no one's the martyr
The world that has made us can no longer contain us
And prophets are silent and rotting away, 'cause

The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah
Dan, t-t-dan, t-t-dan-dan-dan-dan
Dan, dan, t-t-dan, t-dan-dan

My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
And they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
And tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories
Nutrition values
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds