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Men In A War Men In A War Men in a war If they've lost a limb Still feel that limb As they did before He lay on a cot He was drenched in a sweat He was mute and staring But feeling the thing He had not I know how it is When something is gone A piece of your eyesight Or maybe your vision A corner of sense Goes blank on the screen A piece of the scan Gets filled in by hand You know that it was And now it is not So you just make do with Whatever you've got Men in a war If they've lost a limb Still feel that limb As they did before If your nerve is cut If you're kept on the stretch You don't feel your will You can't find your gut And she lay on her back She made sure she was hid She was mute and staring Not feeling the thing That she did I know how it is When something is gone A piece of your eyesight Or maybe your vision... Suzanne Vega |
My Favorite Plum My Favorite Plum My favorite plum hangs so far from me See how it sleeps and hear how it calls to me See how the flesh presses the skin, It must be bursting with secrets within, I've seen the rest, yes and that is the one for me See how it shines it will be so sweet I've been so dry it would make my heart complete See how it lays languid and slow Never noticing me here below I've seen the best, yes and that is the one for me Maybe a girl will take it Maybe a boy will steal it Maybe a shake of the bough will wake it and make it fall My favorite plum lies in wait for me I'll be right here longing endlessly You'll say that I'm foolish to trust But it will be mine and I know that it must cause I've had the rest, yes and that is the one for me I've seen the best, yes and that is the one for me... Suzanne Vega |
My Name Is Luka My Name Is Luka My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think you've seen me before If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was I think it's because I'm clumsy I try not to talk too loud Maybe it's because I'm crazy I try not to act too proud They only hit until you cry And after that you don't ask why You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore Yes I think I'm okay I walked into the door again Well, if you ask that's what I'll say And it's not your business anyway I guess I'd like to be alone With nothing broken, nothing thrown Just don't ask me how I am Just don't ask me how I am Just don't ask me how I am My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think you've seen me before If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was They only hit until you cry And after that you don't ask why You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore... Suzanne Vega |
Neighborhood Girls Neighborhood Girls We had our Neighborhood girl, she Used to hang out, in front of McKinsey`s Bar, and we were Interested in her, and her Clientele ... We just wonder where she`s gone" "Oh she`s gone?" "Yes, she`s gone, gone, gone" "I think I know your Neighborhood girl, she Lives on my street, now, with Eyes of ice I`ve seen her in the morning, when she is Walking in the sun And I always thought that she Looked kind of nice She spoke to me once At a party, I think And I thought at the time That she had had too much to drink, because she Said to me, 'There`s a backbone gone And I`ve got to get it back Before going on' And your neighborhood girls Seems to have resigned She was looking out at people From the back of her mind And before she went off She spoke to me again She came up and said, 'You have the eyes of a friend And there`s a razor`s edge That I have lost somewhere And I would like it back So if you`ve seen it anywhere I`ve been out for a while But I`ll be back in a bit I am just walking through the smoke Finding out if this is it Because I`ve got this feeling That things are going grey And I`d like to hear a straight line To help me find my way' I looked at her And I did not know what to say She had long black hair." "Must be a different Neighborhood girl, cause Ours had blond hair, in front of McKinsey`s Bar And we were interested in her And her Clientele We just wonder where she`s gone" "Oh, she`s gone?" "Yes, she`s gone, gone, gone." Suzanne Vega |
New York Is A Woman New York Is A Woman New York City spread herself before you With her bangles and her spangles and her stars You were impressed with the city so undressed You had to go out cruising all the bars Your business trip extended through the weekend Suburban boy here for your first time From the 27th floor above the midtown roar You were dazzled by her beauty and her crime And she's every girl you've seen in every movie Every dame you've ever known on late night TV In her steam and steel is the passion you feel Endlessly New York is a woman she'll make you cry And to her you're just another guy Look down and see her ruined places Smoke and ash still rising to the sky She's happy that you're here but when you disappear She won't know that you're gone to say goodbye And she's every girl you've seen in every movie Every dame you've ever known on late night tv In her steam and steel is the passion you feel Desperately New York is a woman she'll make you cry And to her you're just another guy... Suzanne Vega |
Night Vision Night Vision By day give thanks By night beware Half the world in sweetness The other in fear When the darkness takes you With her hand across your face Don't give in too quickly Find the thing she's erased Find the line, find the shape Through the grain Find the outline, things will Tell you their name The table. the guitar The empty glass All will blend together when Daylight has passed Find the line, find the shape Through the grain Find the outline, things will Tell you their name Now I watch you falling into sleep Watch your fist curl against the sheet Watch your lips fall open and your eyes dim In blind faith I would shelter you Keep you in light But I can only teach you Night vision... Suzanne Vega |
No Cheap Thrill No Cheap Thrill Ante up. And don't be shy. Who is that man who is catching my eye? What's underneath all of the deadpan face? Sitting so pretty with a criminal grace? Lamebrain Pete wants to Spit in the Sea. He's got a cool hand but it isn't for me. Butcher Boy thinks he'll be splitting the pot. But I've seen what he's got and it isn't a lot. (When deuces are wild you can follow the queen. I'd go too except I know where she's been.) I'll see you, I'll call you, I'll raise you But it's no cheap thrill It will cost you, cost you, cost you Anything you have to pay. I limit the straddles, and you shuffle and deal. When will the dealer reveal how he feels? Is the lucky beginner just a five-card stud? Is this winning streak going to be nipped in the bud? I'll see you, I'll call you, I'll raise you But it's no cheap thrill It will cost you, cost you, cost you Anything you have to pay. I'll match you, I'll bet you, I'll play you, But it's no cheap thrill It will cost you, cost you, cost you Anything you have to pay... Suzanne Vega |
Penitent Penitent Once I stood alone so proud Held myself above the crowd Now i am low on the ground. From here i look around to see What avenues belong to me I can't tell what ive found. Now what would You have me do I ask you please? I wait to hear. The mother, and the matador, The mystic, all were here before, Like me, to stare You down. You appear without a face, Disappear, but leave your trace, I feel your unseen frown. Now what would you have me do I ask you please? I wait to hear Your voice, The word, You say. I wait to see your sign Would i Obey? I look for you in heathered moor, The desert, and the ocean floor How low does one heart go. Looking for your fingerprints I find them in coincidence, And make my faith to grow. Forgive me all my blindnesses My weakness and unkindnesses As yet unbending still. Struggling so hard to see My fist against eternity And will you break my will? Now what would you have me do I ask you please? I wait to hear Your voice, The word You say I wait To see your sign Could i Obey? Suzanne Vega |
Pilgrimage Pilgrimage This line is burning Turning to ash as it hits the air Every step is a day in the week It's a Sunday or Monday A march over months of the year This life is burning Turning to ash as it hits the air Every death is an end in the race It's a stopping and starting A march over millions of years Travel. Arrival Years of an inch and a step Toward a source I'm coming to you I'll be there in time This land is burning Turning to ash as it hits the air Every line is a place on a map It's a city or valley A mark on these miles of fields Travel. Arrival Years of an inch and a step Toward a source I'm coming to you I'll be there in time This line is burning Turning to ash as it hits the air Every step is a day in the week It's a Wednesday or Thursday A march over months of the year Travel. Arrival Years of an inch and a step Toward a source I'm coming to you I'll be there in time I'm coming to you I'll be there in time Take this Mute mouth Broken tongue. Now this Dark life Is shot through with light... Suzanne Vega |
Pornoghrapher's Dream Pornoghrapher's Dream She's a pornographer's dream, he said. I knew what he meant. But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream He would have, that hadn't been spent? Would he still dream of the thigh? of the flesh upon high? What he saw so much of? Wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never Could quite get the touch of? It's out of his hands, over his head Out of his reach, under this real life Hidden in veils, covered in silk He's dreaming of what might be Out of his hands, over his head Out of his reach, under this real life Hidden in veils, He's dreaming of mystery. Bettie Page is still the rage With her legs and leather; She turns to tease the camera, and please us at home, And we let her. Who's to know what she'll show of herself, In what measure? If what she reveals, or what she conceals, Is the key to our pleasure? It's out of our hands, over our heads Out of our reach, under this real life Hidden in veils, covered in silk We're dreaming of what might be It's out of our hands, over our heads Out of our reach, under this real life Hidden in veils We're dreaming of mystery. She's a pornographer's dream, he said. I knew what he meant. But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream He would have? Suzanne Vega |
Predictions Predictions Let's tell the future Let's see how it's been done. By numbers. By mirrors. By water. By dots made at random on paper. By salt. By dice. By meal. By mice. By dough of cakes. By sacrificial fire. By fountains. By fishes. Writing in ashes. Birds. Herbs. Smoke from the altar. A suspended ring or the mode of laughing Pebbles drawn from a heap One of these things Will tell you something. Let's tell the future Let's see how it's been done. By dreams. By the features. By letters. By dropping hot was into water. By nails reflecting the rays of the sun. By waling in a circle. By red hot iron. By passages in books. A balanced hatchet. A suspended ring or the mode of laughing Pebbles drawn from a heap One of these things Will tell you something. Let's tell the future Let's see how it's been done. How it's been done... Suzanne Vega |
Priscilla Priscilla She'd come to my house And dance in the hall With the music up loud Against the light on the wall I danced beside her Feeling no shame We were in costume And this was a game She'd put on her skirt Of layers of chiffon The top of the umbrella had come off So I put that on We'd dance together then An awkward ballet She was 20 years older than I was But still we did play She was 20 years older than me And many times my size But it's her little feet I remember And the look in her eyes Once when I saw her She made me a doll Of ribbon and paper and ink And lace, I recall I danced beside her Feeling no shame We were in costume And this was a game I think of her now I'm older I still love to dance Something will shine through the body İf you give it a chance... Suzanne Vega |
Rock In This Pocket Rock In This Pocket Excuse me If I may Turn your attention My way One moment I won't plead It isn't much It's what I need And what's so small to you Is so large to me If it's the last thing I do I'll make you see If you turn from me You darken my sun You snap that thin thread I call my horizon And I'd like to remind you Of something small That the rock in this pocket Could cause your fall And what's so small to you Is so large to me If it's the last thing I do I'll make you see So small to you And so large to me If its the last thing I do I'll make you see I might be out like a light Extinguished in the throw But I'll hit my mark And you'll know Because I'm really well acquainted With the span of your brow And if you didn't know me then You'll know me now You'll know me now And what's so small to you Is so large to me If its the last thing I do I'll make you see So small to you And so large to me If it's the last thing I do I'll make you see Make you see Make you see... Suzanne Vega |
Room Off The Street Room Off The Street Somewhere in a room With a poster on a wall Of a man with his hand In a fist Is a woman who's drinking And her dress is so tight You can see every breath That she takes Every sigh, every sway You can hear everything that they say Something's begun like a war Or a family or a friendship Or a fast love affair The man on the wall Is his symbol of freedom It means he has brothers Who believe as he does She is moved by The thing that she sees in his face Whe he talks of The cause Every sigh, every sway You can hear everything that they say Something's begun like a war Or a family or a friendship Or a fast love affair She leans against him Her dress is so red They talk of the salt And the truth and the bread The night goes along The fan goes around In the room off the street At the end of the town Every sigh, every sway You can hear everything that they say Something's begun like a war Or a family or a friendship Or a fast love affair... Suzanne Vega |
Rusted Pipe Rusted Pipe Now the time has come to speak I was not able And water through a rusted pipe Could make the sense that I do Gurgle, mutter Hiss, stutter Moan the words like water Rush and foam and choke Having waited This long of a winter I fear I only Croak and sigh Somewhere deep within Hear the creak That lets the tale begin Now the time has come to move I was not able Water through a rusted pipe Could make the moves that I do Stagger, stumble Trip, fumble I fear I only Slip and slide Somewhere deep within Hear the creak That lets the tale begin Somewhere deep within Hear the creak That lets the tale begin... Suzanne Vega |
Small Blue Thing Small Blue Thing Today I am A small blue thing Like a marble Or an eye With my knees against my mouth I am perfectly round I am watching you I am cold against your skin You are perfectly reflected I am lost inside your pocket I am lost against Your fingers I am falling down the stairs I am skipping on the sidewalk I am thrown against the sky I am raining down in pieces I am scattering like light Scattering like light Scattering like light Today I am A small blue thing Made of china Made of glass I am cool and smooth and curious I never blink I am turning in your hand Turning in your hand Small blue thing... Suzanne Vega |
Soap And Water Soap And Water Soap and water take the day from my hand scrub the salt from my stinging skin slip me loose of this wedding band Soap and water hang my heart on the line scour it down in a wind of sand bleach it clean to a vinegar shine Daddy's a dark riddle Mama's a headful of bees you are my little kite carried away in the wayward breeze Soap and water wash the year from my life straighten all that we trampled and tore heal the cut we call husband and wife Daddy's a dark riddle Mama's a handful of thorns you are my little kite caught up again in the household storms Daddy's a dark riddle Mama's a headful of bees you are my little kite carried away in the wayward breeze... Suzanne Vega |
Solitaire Solitaire Black on the red and the red on the black. It's a tic of a tired mind. Come and sit down, won't you try your luck. See if you unwind. Never use your threes and twos. Follow superstition. Otherwise you are going to lose. Compulsion makes you listen. Take what's wrong, and make it go right. Weave it like a prayer. Wonder if you you'll spend the night? Playing solitaire? Do it again, when you find you're all done. Like an idiot savant. Shuffle up your luck. You see, you almost won. Now wrestle down what you want. Jack on the Queen, and the ten on the Jack. It's a happy repetition. You and your fate in a kind of check-mate. And you are your only competition. Take what's wrong, and make it go right. Weave it like a prayer. Wonder if you you'll spend the night? Playing solitaire? Suzanne Vega |
Solitude Standing Solitude Standing Solitude stands by the window She turns her head as I walk in the room I can see by her eyes she's been waiting Standing in the slant of the late afternoon And she turns to me with her hand extended Her palm is split with a flower with a flame Solitude stands in the doorway And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette By her long cool stare and her silence I suddenly remember each time we've met And she turns to me with her hand extended Her palm is split with a flower with a flame And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight" And she says "I've come to lighten this dark heart" And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear And I say "I've never thought of finding you here" I turn to the crowd as they're watching They're sitting all together in the dark in the warm I wanted to be in there among them I see how their eyes are gathered into one And then she turns to me with her hand extended Her palm is split with a flower with a flame And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight" And she says"l've come to lighten this dark heart" And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear And I say "I've never thought of finding you here" Solitude stands in the doorway And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette By her long cool stare and her silence I suddenly remember each time we've met And she turns to me with her hand extended Her palm is split with a flower with a flame... Suzanne Vega |
Some Journey Some Journey If I had met you on some journey Where would we be now If we had met some eastbound train Through some black sleeping town Would you have worn your silken robes All made of royal blue? Would I have dressed in smoke and fire For you to see through? If we had met in a darkened room Where people do not stay But shadows touch and pass right through And never see the day Would you have taken me upstairs And turned the lamplight low? Would I have shown my secret self And disappeared like the snow? Oh, I could have played your little girl Or I could have played your wife I could have played your mistress Running danger down through you life I could have played your lady fair All dressed in lace like the foam from the sea I could have been your woman of the road As long as you did not come back home to me But as it is, we live in the city And everything stays in place Instead we meet on the open sidewalk And it's well I know your face We talk and talk, we tell the truth There are no shadows here But when I look into your eyes I wonder what might have been here Because if I had met you on some journey Where would we be now? Suzanne Vega |
Song In Red And Grey Song In Red And Grey The reproach in your daughter's most beautiful face made me wonder just how she could know of that something that happened between you and me so much more than a long time ago Her mother, I can see, lives within her still cause she looked at me with her eyes though I had only just met her right then I feel that she peeled back my guilty disguise Did i break the thread, or did you break the thread? well at this point we could ask who cares as for the promises broken and frayed it's 19 years late for repairs The grey pewter vase held the deep red rose, one piece of coral shone white, by the brass candlestick near your red velvet coat, is everything I can recall of one night Will you please tell me why I remember these things after all of this time, I don't know i must have left all those feelings inside cause that year I had no courage to show Was i the name you could never pronounce? or did i even figure at all? all of this happened before she was born did i shadow her young pencil marks on the wall Still i am sure i was only but one of a number who darkened that door of your home and your hearth and your family and wife who'd been darkened so often before Oh, the red leaf looks to the hard gray stone to each other, they know what they mean somewhere, their future is still yet to come in ways that are yet as of now unforeseen... Suzanne Vega |
Song Of Sand Song Of Sand If sand waves were sound waves What song would be in the air now What stinging tune Could split this endless noon And make the sky swell with rain If war were a game that a man or a child Could think of winning What kind of rule Can overthrow a fool And leave the land with no stain... Suzanne Vega |
St. Clare St. Clare Call on that saint And the candle that burns Keeping her safe Until her return Plaster and paint Holding the fire A poor woman's saint Holding all man's desire Bold little bird Fly away home Could I but ride herd On the wind and the foam All of the souls That curl by the fire They never know All man's desire Watercress clings To the banks of the stream İn the first grip of spring When the snow melts to green Barefoot and cold And holding a lyre By the side of the road Holding all man's desire Call on the saint When the white candle burns Keeping her safe Until her return... Suzanne Vega |
Stockings Stockings I don't care for tights, she says and does not tell me why She hikes her skirt above her knee revealing one brown thigh I see, I say, and wonder at her slender little fingers How cleverly they pull upon the threads of recent slumbers Do you know where friendship ends and passion does begin? It's between the binding of her stockings and her skin. (oh yeah) She stayed up so late I thought she'd ask me to go dance But something in the way she laughed told me I had no chance The fiction in her family was that she was never nice I'd say she was very I just did not see the price Do you know where friendship ends and passion does begin? When the gin and tonic makes the room begin to spin. (oh yeah) There may be attraction here but it will never flower So I'm assigned to read her mind, now in this witching hour Here's no game for those who claim to be easily bruised But how can I complain when she's so easily amused? Do you know where friendship ends and passion does begin? (When she does not show you the way out on the way in) It's between the binding of her stockings and her skin. (oh yeah) Suzanne Vega |
Straight Lines Straight Lines There's a sound Across the alley Of cold metal Touching skin And you can see If you look in her window That she has gone and cut Her hair again In straight lines Straight lines Those soft golden lights in the morning Are now on her wooden floor The wind has swept them through the apartment She don't need them Any more Any more Any more... She's cut down On her lovers Though she still dreams Of them at night She's growing straight lines Where once were flowers She is streamlined She is taking the shade down From the light To see the straight lines Straight lines She wants to cut through the circles That she has lived in before She wants to finally kill the delusions She won't need them Any more Any more Any more... But there's a sound Across the alley Of cold metal Too close to the bone And you can see If you look in her window The face of a woman Finally alone Behind straight lines Straight lines... Suzanne Vega |
The Queen & The Soldier The Queen & The Soldier The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door He said, "I am not fighting for you any more" The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before And slowly she let him inside. He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will Only first I am asking you why." Down in the long narrow hall he was led Into her rooms with her tapestries red And she never once took the crown from her head She asked him there to sit down. He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun And now will you tell me why?" The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye She said, "You won't understand, and you may as well not try" But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry But she closed herself up like a fan. And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread It cuts me inside, and often I've bled" He laid his hand then on top of her head And he bowed her down to the ground. "Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed But I won't march again on your battlefield" And he took her to the window to see. And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray And she wanted more than she ever could say But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away And would not look at his face again. And he said, "I want to live as an honest man To get all I deserve and to give all I can And to love a young woman who I don't understand Your highness, your ways are very strange." But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait She would only be a moment inside. Out in the distance her order was heard And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word And while the queen went on strangeling in the solitude she preferred The battle continued on... Suzanne Vega |
Thin Man Thin Man He is not my friend, but he is with me Like a shadow is with a foot that falls His hand is on my back when I step from the sidewalk Or when I'm walking down these darkened halls He's the Thin Man With a date for me To arrive at some point I don't know when it will be I can feel his eyes when I don't expect him In the back seat of a taxi down Vestry Street His arm is around my waist and he pulls me down to him He whispers things into my ear that sound so sweet He's the Thin Man With a date for me To arrive at some point I don't know when it will be He is not my friend, but he is with me And he promises a peace I never knew I cannot give in, no, I must refuse him But could I really be the one to resist that kiss so true He's the Thin Man With a date for me To arrive at some point I don't know when it will be... Suzanne Vega |
Those Whole Girls (Run In Grace) Those Whole Girls (Run In Grace) Those whole girls Hurl down words Run in packs With bloom to spare They know health Know it well Skim the cream And fill the brim Drip with news Spin intact Blaze and stun And feel no lack Breathe with ease Need no mercy Move in light Run in grace Run in grace... Suzanne Vega |
Tired Of Sleeping Tired Of Sleeping Oh Mom, the dreams are not so bad It's just that there's so much to do And I'm tired of sleeping Oh Mom, the old man is telling me something His eyes are wide and his mouth is thin And I just can't hear what he's saying Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking It's just that there's so much to do And I'm tired of sleeping Oh Mom, the kids are playing in pennies They're up to their knees in money And the dirt of the churchyard steps Oh Mom, that man he ripped out his lining He tore out a piece of his body To show us his "clean quilted heart" Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking It's just that there's so much to do And I'm tired of sleeping Oh Mom, the bird on the string is hanging Her bones are twisting and dancing She's fighting for her small life Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking It's just that there's so much to do And I'm tired of sleeping Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking It's just that there's so much to do And I'm tired of sleeping... Suzanne Vega |
Tom's Dinner Tom's Dinner I am sitting In the morning At the diner On the corner I am waiting At the counter For the man To pour the coffee And he fills it Only halfway And before I even argue He is looking Out the window At somebody Coming in "It is always Nice to see you" Says the man Behind the counter To the woman Who has come in She is shaking Her umbrella And I look The other way As they are kissing Their hellos I'm pretending Not to see them Instead I pour the milk I open Up the paper There's a story Of an actor Who had died While he was drinking It was no one I had heard of And I'm turning To the horoscope And looking For the funnies When I'm feeling Someone watching me And so I raise my head There's a woman On the outside Looking inside Does she see me? No she does not Really see me Cause she sees Her own reflection And I'm trying Not to notice That she's hitching Up her skirt And while she's Straightening her stockings Her hair Is getting wet Oh, this rain It will continue Through the morning As I'm listening To the bells Of the cathedral I am thinking Of your voice... And of the midnight picnic Once upon a time Before the rain began... I finish up my coffee It's time to catch the train... Suzanne Vega |
Tombstone Tombstone I like a tombstone cause it weathers well and if it stands or if it crumbles only time will tell if you carve my name in marble you must cut it deep there'll be no dancing on the gravestone you must let me sleep and time is burning burning burning it burns away I don't need to see the gates of famous men but I do try to see the kingdom every now and then if you ask me where it is it's on a humble map and I know that to enter in the doorway show your handicap and time is burning burning burning it burns away... Suzanne Vega |
Unbound Unbound I knew a plant Whose roots were bound And returned Into the ground Every day I watched it grow Every day It struggled so Roots were bound roots were bound Roots were bound into the ground Watched it grow watched it grow Watched it as it struggled so I dug it up I cut the twine And so like this I made it mine I watched it drink And watched it feed And grow beyond It's simple need Cut the twine cut the twine Cut the twine and made it mine Watched it feed watched it feed Watched it feed the simple need Unbound roots unbound Unbound into the ground Unbound roots unbound Unbound into the ground I was once Bound at the root Confined with twine Both mind and foot I cut it loose And now am free As anything Alive can be At the root bound at the root Confined both mind and foot Am free now am free As anything alive can be Unbound roots unbound Unbound into the ground Unbound roots unbound Unbound into the ground... Suzanne Vega |
Undertow Undertow I believe right now if I could I would swallow you whole I would leave only bones and teeth We could see what was underneath And you would be free then Once I thought only tears could make us free Salt wearing down to the bone Like sand against the stone Against the shoreline I am friend to the undertow I take you in, I don't let go And now I have you I wanted to learn all the secrets From the edge of a knife From the point of a needle From a diamond From a bullet in flight I would be free then I am friend to the undertow I take you in, I don't let go And now I have you I wanted to see how it would feel To be that sleek And instead I find this hunger's Made me weak I believe right now if I could I would swallow you whole I would leave only bones and teeth We could see what was underneath And you would be free then I am friend to the undertow I take you in, I don't let go And now I have you I am friend to the undertow I take you in, I don't let go And now I have you... Suzanne Vega |
When Heroes Go Down When Heroes Go Down When heroes go down They go down fast So don't expect any time to Equivocate the past When heroes go down They land in flame So don't expect any slow and careful Settling of blame I heard you say You look out for the feet of clay That someone will be falling next Without the chance For last respects You feel the disappointment When heroes go down Man or woman revealed You can't expect any kind of mercy On the battlefield I heard you say You look out for the feet of clay That someone will be falling next Without the chance for last respects You feel the disappointment When heroes go down Man or woman revealed Do you show any kind of mercy On the battlefield? When heroes go down... Suzanne Vega |
Widow's Walk Widow's Walk Consider me a widow, boys and I will tell you why. It's not the man, but it's the marriage that was drowned. So I walk the walk and wait with watchful eye out to the sky, Looking for a kind of vessel I have never found. Though I saw it splinter I keep looking out to sea, Like a dog with little sense, I keep returning, To the very area where I did see the thing go down as if there's something at the site I should be learning. That line is the horizon. We watch the wind and set the sail, but save ourselves when all omens point to fail. If I tell the truth then I will have to tell you this Though I grieve (and I believe i feel it truly) But I knew that ship was empty by the time it hit the rocks, we could not hold on when fate became unruly. So consider me a widow, boys, and I have told you why. Does the weather say a better day is nearing? I'll set my house in order now and wait upon the Will It's clear that I need better skill in steering... That line is the horizon. We watch the wind and set the sail, But save ourselves when all omens point to fail... Suzanne Vega |
Woman On The Tier (I'll See You Through) Woman On The Tier (I'll See You Through) Too hot. No air. Loud fan and a big tin can. Wait here. Steer clear. They've gone to get your man. 10 AM. Through gate 3 with picture ID. This old billfold Experiences security. I hear the click. These men are hard. I'll see your face through bar and guard. You're new to me. I'm new to you. I see your fate. I'll see you You through. Ice within. And it's all cement in the government. Approved? Then move To the plywood booth where the prisoner's sent. You read in red The letters on the door and you know what they're for. You feel unreal. And the rattling chain's coming over the floor. I hear the clock. These walls are green. I see your face through tin and screen. You're new to me. I'm new to you. I see your fate. I'll see you You through. Too hot. No air. Loud fan and a big tin can. Wait here. Steer clear. They've gone to get your man... Suzanne Vega |
Wooden Horse Wooden Horse I came out of the darkness Holding one thing A small white wooden horse I'd been holding inside And when I'm dead If you could tell them this That what was wood became alive What was wood became alive In the night the walls disappeared In the day they returned "I want to be a rider like my father" Were the only words I could say And when I'm dead If you could tell them this That what was wood became alive What was wood became alive Alive And I fell under A moving piece of sun Freedom I came out of the darkness Holding one thing I know I have a power I am afraid I may be killed But when I'm dead If you could tell them this That what was wood became alive What was wood became alive Alive... Suzanne Vega |
World Before Columbus World Before Columbus If your love were taken from me Every color would be black and white It would be as flat as the world before Columbus That's the day that I lose half my sight If your life were taken from me All the trees would freeze in this cold ground It would be as cruel as the world before Columbus Sail to the edge and I'd be there looking down Those men who lust for land And for riches strange and new Who love those trinkets of desire Oh they never will have you And they'll never know the gold Or the copper in your hair How could they weigh the worth Of you so rare If your love were taken from me Every light that's bright would soon go dim It would be as dark as the world before Columbus Down the waterfall and I'd swim over the brim Those men who lust for land And for riches strange and new Who love those trinkets of desire Oh they will never have you And they'll never know the gold Or the copper in your hair How could they weigh the worth Of you so rare... Suzanne Vega |
Your Maggie May (I'll Never Be) Your Maggie May (I'll Never Be) I'll never be your Maggie May the one you loved and left behind the face you see in light of day and then you cast away that isn't me in that bed you'll find I'd rather take myself away be like those ladies in Japan rather paint myself a face conjure up some grace or be the eyes behind a fan And so you go no girl could say no to you There's the way we may appear but that will change from day to night would you ever see within? underneath the skin? could I believe you had that sight? And so you go no girl could say no to you I'll never be your Maggie May the one you loved and then forgot I'll love you first and let you go because it must be so and you'll forgive or you will not And so a woman leaves a man and so a world turns on it's end so I'll see your face in dreams where nothing's what it seems you still appear some kind of friend And so you go no girl could say no to you... Suzanne Vega |
Zephyr & I Zephyr & I Zephyr & I stand out on West End Avenue Talking about the things that All of us used to do And the wind kicks up with the smell of rain The kids are gone but the souls remain Zephyr and I sort out our Long time memories Do you remember, he says, The 1970's This was a youth mall Of America on this street All of us hanging here Like underage cops on a beat And the wind kicks up in the smell of rain Now the kids are gone but their souls remain The graffiti goes but the walls retain The flowers go but the earth must still remain In spring the tide in Riverside Will wash away the cold and frozen River rain will clean the stain and Wash away wash away downstream Out on the corner by the Fireman's Monument This was the place where all the Fatherless teenagers went Well the wind kicks up in the smell of rain The kids are gone but the souls remain The graffiti's gone and the walls complain The flowers go but the earth must still remain... Suzanne Vega |
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