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Suzanne Vega Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) Angel's Doorway Angel comes home His clothes in a cloud Of the dust and the dirt and destruction She waits inside She knows he's arrived She feels this with no introduction At angel's door, You have to leave it on the floor, Don't bring it in. He can't show What she doesn't want to know Those things he's seen. She knows the smell Of that life he can't tell Of the fires and the flesh and confusion Inside his brain It's never the same Though he tries to maintain the illusion At angel's door, You have to leave it on the floor, Don't bring it in. He can't show What she doesn't want to know Those things he's seen. Angel comes home His clothes in a cloud Of the dust and the dirt and destruction... Suzanne Vega |
99.9f 99.9F 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees Stable now, with rising possibilities It could be normal but it isn't quite Could make you want to stay awake at night You seem to me Like a man 0n the verge of burning 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees Pale as a candle And your face is hot And if I touch you I might get what you've got You seem to me Like a man On the verge of running 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees Something cool Against the skin Is what you could be Something cool Against the skin Is what you Could be needing 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees You seem to me Like a man On the verge of burning 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees Something cool Against the skin Is what you could be Something cool Against your skin Is what you Could be needing 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees... Suzanne Vega |
Anniversary Anniversary Fall and all attendant memories Crowd the day with unrelated histories Each year leaves its unresolving fantasies To hang around each corner Hang around each street. Thick with ghosts, the wind whips round in circuitries Carrying words as strangers exchange pleasantries Do they intrude upon your private reveries As they meet you on each corner Meet you on each street. Watch for daily braveries Notice newfound courtesies Finger sudden legacies As they clean up every corner Wash down every street. Mark the month and all its anniversaries Put away the draft of all your eulogies Clear the way for all your private memories As they meet you on each corner Meet you on every street. Make the time for all your possibilities. They live on every street... Suzanne Vega |
As A Child As A Child As a child You have a doll You see this doll Sitting in her chair You watch her face Her knees apart Her eyes of glass In a secretive stare She seems to Have a life Pick up a stick Dig up a crack Dirt in the street Becomes a town All of the people Depend on you Not to hurt them Or bang the stick comes down And they seem to They seem to Have a life As a child You see yourself And wonder why You can't seem to move Hand on the doorknob Feel like a thing One foot on the sidewalk Too much to prove And you learn to You learn to Have a life... Suzanne Vega |
As Girls Go As Girls Go You make a really good girl As girls go Still kind of look like a guy I never thought to wonder why If I could pull this off Would I know for certain The real situation Behind the curtain So beautiful damsel in distress Not exactly natural Stunning none the less What happened to you? To make you more girl than girls are Would you ever show or tell Cause you're so good so far You make a really good girl As girls go Let's chronicle The dark side of the life Did you ever keep the date With the steel side of the knife Doesn't matter to me Which side of the line You happen to be At any given time You make a really good girl As girls go... Suzanne Vega |
As You Are Now As You Are Now I will take up all your tears Salty tissues through the years Spread them in the sun to dry Diamonds from each time you cry I will treasure all your teeth Your laughter and the pearls beneath Keep them in a cardboard box Through the tickings and the tocks I will gather all your hair Floating in the sultry air We will make a braid of gold For you to keep when you are old Now I kiss your milky skin Sheet of silk and soul within Put this kiss upon your brow Treasure you as you are now... Suzanne Vega |
Bad Wisdom Bad Wisdom Mother the doctor knows something is wrong Cause my body has strange information He's looked in my eyes and knows I'm not a child But he doesn't dare ask the right question Mother my friends are no longer my friends And the games we once played have no meaning I've gone serious and shy and they can't figure why So they've left me to my own daydreaming What price to pay For bad wisdom What price to pay For bad wisdom Too young to know Too much too soon Bad wisdom Mother you've taught me the laws are so fine If I'm good that I will be protected I've fallen through the crack and there's no getting back And I'll never trust whoever gets elected Mother your eyes have gone suddenly cold And it wasn't what I was expecting Once I did think that I'd find comfort there And instead you've gone hard and suspecting What price to pay For bad wisdom What price to pay For bad wisdom Too young to know Too much too soon Bad wisdom Mother I'm cut at the root like a weed Cause there's no one to hear my small story Just like a woman who walks in the street I will pay for my life with my body What price to pay For bad wisdom What price to pay For bad wisdom Too young to know Too much too soon Bad wisdom... Suzanne Vega |
Big Space Big Space He said you stand in your own shoes I said I'd rather stand in someone else's He said you look from your direction I said I like to keep perspective Close to the middle of the network It seems we're looking for a center What if it turns out to be hollow? We could be fixing what is broken Between the pen and the paperwork There must be passion in the language Between the muscle and the brain work There must be feeling in the pipeline Beyond the duty and the discipline I know there's anger in a cold place All feelings fall into the big space Swept up like garbage on the week-end Between the pen and the paperwork There must be passion in the language Between the muscle and the brain work There must be feeling in the pipeline All feeling Falls into the big space All feeling Swept into the Avenues of angles Between the pen and the paperwork I'm sure there's passion in the language Between the muscle and the brain work I know there's feeling in the pipeline... Suzanne Vega |
Birth Day (Love Made Real) Birth Day (Love Made Real) One thing I know This pain will go Step through all that's left to feel I wait to meet my love made real Don't move don't touch Don't talk so much Strip and find the place to kneel I wait to meet my love made real One thing I know This day will go Don't touch don't talk crawl the wall She's the ticket to the future don't listen down the hall You can say your prayer to the head of this bed When it begins at your knees and goes right to your head Birth-day Strap me down from wrist to heel I wait to meet my love made real One thing I know This day will go Shake all over like an old sick dog There's a needle here needle there tremble in the fog İt's a tight squeeze vice grip ice and fire She's a hot little treasure and the wave goes higher Birth-day... Suzanne Vega |
Blood Makes Noise Blood Makes Noise I'd like to help you doctor Yes I really really would But the din in my head It's too much and it's no good I'm standing in a windy tunnel Shouting through the roar And I'd like to give the information You're asking for But blood makes noise It's a ringing in my ear Blood makes noise And I can't really hear you In the thickening of fear I think that you might want to know The details and the facts But there's something in my blood Denies the memory of the acts So just forget it Doc. I think it's really Cool that you're concerned But we'll have to try again After the silence has returned Cause blood makes noise It's a ringing in my ear Blood makes noise And I can't really hear you In the thickening of fear Blood makes noise... Suzanne Vega |
Blood Sings Blood Sings When blood sees blood Of its own It sings to see itself again It sings to hear the voice it's known It sings to recognize the face One body split and passed along the line From the shoulder to the hip I know these bones as being mine And the curving of the lip And my question to you is: How did this come to pass? How did this one life fall so far and fast? Some are lean and some with grace, and some without; All tell the story that repeats Of a child who had been left alone at birth Left to fend and taught to fight See his eyes and how they start with light Getting colder as the pictures go Did he carry his bad luck upon his back? That bad luck we've all come to know And my question to you is: How did this come to pass? How did this one life fall so far and fast? When blood sees blood Of its own It sings to see itself again... Suzanne Vega |
Book Of Dreams Book Of Dreams In my book of dreams I took your urgent whisper Stole the arc of a white wing Rode like foam on the river of pity Turned its tide to strength Healed the hole that ripped in living In my book of dreams The spine is bound to last a life Tough enough to take the pounding Pages made of days of open hand In my book of dreams Number every page in silver Underline in magic marker Take the name of every prisoner Yours is there my word of honor I took your urgent whisper Stole the arc of a white wing Rode like foam on the river of pity Healed the hole that ripped in living In my book of dreams... Suzanne Vega |
Bound Bound The way of the world Has taken its toll Ravaged my body And bitten my soul I am ruined by rain Weathered by wind I've been invaded Without and within And I ask I am asking you Asking you if you Might still want me. Once you said I'm made of fine stuff. But I've been corrupted. And taken enough. Now you appear. Making your claim. Inside my heart Is the sign of your name. And I ask I am asking you Asking you if you Might still want me? All these words Like darling and angel and dear Crowd my mouth In a path to your ear. The way of the world Has taken it's toll Ravaged my body Bitten my soul And I ask I am asking you Asking you if you Might still want me? When I said: I am bound to you forever Here's what I meant: I am bound to you forever... Suzanne Vega |
Calypso Calypso My name is Calypso And I have lived alone I live on an island And I waken to the dawn A long time ago I watched him struggle with the sea I knew that he was drowning And I brought him into me Now today Come morning light He sails away After one last night I let him go. My name is Calypso My garden overflows Thick and wild and hidden Is the sweetness there that grows My hair it blows long As I sing into the wind My name is Calypso And I have lived alone I live on an island I tell of nights Where I could taste the salt on his skin Salt of the waves And of tears And though he,pulled away I kept him here for years I let him go My name is Calypso I have let him go In the dawn he sails away To be gone forever more And the waves will take him in again But he'll know their ways now I will stand upon the shore With a clean heart And my song in the wind The sand will sting my feet And the sky will burn It's a lonely time ahead I do not ask him to return I let him go I let him go... Suzanne Vega |
Caramel Caramel It won't do to dream of caramel to think of cinnamon and long for you. It won't do to stir a deep desire to fan a hidden fire that can never burn true. I know your name I know your skin I know the way These things begin But I don't know how I would live with myself What I'd forgive of myself If you don't go So goodbye Sweet appetite No single bite Could satisfy I know your name I know your skin I know the way These things begin But I don't know What I would give of myself how I would live with myself if you don't go. It won't do To dream of caramel To think of cinnamon And long for you... Suzanne Vega |
Casual Match Casual Match I only turned to see What hand had set this inner field alight Against the flame I see The outline of a man against a night Take back your sympathy I do not need to drink that bitter stuff I'd rather break the thread That bound us close, and say we called a bluff A casual match In a very dry field What could be The season's yield? My eyes have gone to coal It's nothing I would be concerned about Observe the moment When the heat of love becomes the chill of doubt A casual match In a very dry field Fire and ash Is the season's yield We look for a sign But it is not revealed Fire and ash is the Season's yield... Suzanne Vega |
Cracking Cracking It's a one time thing It just happens A lot Walk with me And we will see What we have got Ah... My footsteps are ticking Like water dripping from a tree Walking a harline And stepping very carefully Ah... My heart is broken It is worn out at the knees Hearing muffled Seeing blind Soon it will hit the Deep Freeze And something is cracking I don't know where Ice on the sidewalk Brittle braches In the air The sun Is blinding Dizzy golden, dancing green Through the park in the afternoon Wondering where the hell I have been Ah... Suzanne Vega |
Edith Wharton's Figurine Edith Wharton's Figurine Edith wharton's lovely figurines Still speak to me today From their mantlepiece in time Where they wrestle and they play With passions and with prudences Finances and fears Her face and what its worth to her In the passing of the years See the portrait come to life See the vanity behind Cause in the struggle for survival Love is never blind Now, olivia lies under anasthesia Her wit and wonder snuffed In a routine operation Her own beauty not enough, Her passions and her prudences Finances and fears Her face, what it was worth to her In the passing of the years See the portrait come to life See the vanity behind Cause in the struggle for survival Love is never blind Edith whartons lovely figurines Still speak to me today From their mantlepiece in time Where they wrestle and they play We lie under anesthesia Our wit and wonder snuffed In our routine operations Our own beauty not enough... Suzanne Vega |
Fat Man & Dancing Girl Fat Man & Dancing Girl I stand in a wide flat land No shadow or shade of a doubt Whore the megaphone man Met the girl with her hand that's Covering most of her mouth Fall in love with a bright idea And the way a world is revealed to you Fat man and dancing girl And most of the show is concealed from view Monkey in the middle Keeps singing that tune I don't want to hear it Get rid of it soon MC on the stage tonight Is a man named Billy Purl He's The International Fun Boy And he knows the worth of beautiful girl Stand on the tightrope Never dreamed I would fall Monkey in the middle Keeps doing that trick It's making me nervous Get rid of it quick I stand in a wide flat land No shadow or shade of a doubt Where the megaphone man Met the girl with her hand That's covering most of her mouth Does she tell the truth? Does she hide the lie? Does she say it so no one can know? Fat man and the dancing girl And it's all part of the show Stand on the tightrope Never dreamed I could fall Monkey in the middle Keeps singing that tune I don't want to hear it Get rid of it soon Monkey in the middle Keeps doing that trick It's making me nervous Get rid of it quick... Suzanne Vega |
Fifty-Fifty Chance Fifty-Fifty Chance 50-50 chance The doctor said In the cardiac room As she's lying in bed There's a pan on the floor Filled with something black I need to know I'm afraid to ask I hug you I hum to you I've come to you I touch you I tell you I love you I sing to you Bring to you Anything Her little heart It beats so fast Her body trembles With the effort to last I hug you I hum to you I've come to you I touch you I tell you I love you I sing to you Bring to you Anything She's going home Tomorrow at ten The question is Will she try it again? Suzanne Vega |
Frank & Ava Frank & Ava On the way to the bidet Is when the trouble used to start It didn't mean she wasn't queen Of the tinderbox that was his heart Her fire his desire meant that Everything must come undone And so now we know it's not enough to be in love He's so true. she is too. she says I love you Frank and then they drank All night. what a fight. He says it isn't me you're thinking of She's cool. it makes him cruel And they needle till the jewels Go raining down upon the ground She says its not enough to be in love Not enough to be in love Not enough to be in love They woke up, and they broke up. They were volatile, and all the while Life passed, it went so fast, And yet they never could forget, Their chemistry, like you and me Proved to keep them both apart for life And so, now we know That it's not enough to be in love Not enough to be in love To be in love To be in love To be in love... Suzanne Vega |
Freeze Tag Freeze Tag We go to the playground In the wintertime The sun is fading fast Upon the slides into the past Upon the swings of indecision In the wintertime In the dimming diamonds Scattering in the park In the tickling And the trembling Of freeze tag In the dark We play that we're actors On a movie screen I will be Dietrich And you can be Dean You stand With your hand In your pocket And lean against the wall You will be Bogart And I will be Bacall And we can only say yes now To the sky, to the street, to the night Slow fade now to black Play me one more game Of chivalry You and me Do you see where I've been hiding In this hide-and-seek? We go to the playground In the wintertime The sun is fading fast Upon the slides into the past Upon the swings of indecision In the wintertime Wintertime Wintertime We can only say yes now To the sky, to the street, to the night We can only say yes now To the sky, to the street, to the night... Suzanne Vega |
Gypsy Gypsy You come from far away With pictures in your eyes Of coffeeshops and morning streets In the blue and silent sunrise But night is the cathedral Where we recognized the sign We strangers know each other now As part of the whole design Oh, hold me like a baby That will not fall asleep Curl me up inside you And let me hear you through the heat You are the jester of this courtyard With a smile like a girl's Distracted by the women With the dimples and the curls By the pretty and the mischievous By the timid and the blessed By the blowing skirts of ladies Who promise to gather you to their breast Oh, hold me like a baby... You have hands of raining water And that earring in your ear The wisdom on your face Denies the number of your years With the fingers of the potter And the laughing tale of the fool The arranger of disorder With your strange and simple rules Yes now I've met me another spinner Of strange and gauzy threads With a long and slender body And a bump upon the head Oh, hold me like a baby... With a long and slender body And the sweetest softest hands And we'll blow away forever soon And go on to different lands And please do not ever look for me But with me you will stay And you will hear yourself in song Blowing by one day Oh, hold me like a baby... Suzanne Vega |
Harbor Song Harbor Song I dreamed you were a rich man And that i had no place to go I came to you to see if you would take me in Through golden curtains you told me you'd let me know. Well, you drink for ten and you smoke for twenty And your fickle heart will never be true But still i feel the wind in from the harbor Thats when i know the longing for you When i know the old longing for you. I saw you in my mind's eye You were laid out on your final day I stood in line to see that handsome face once more İt had been so dear to me, and i kissed you as you lay You were so dear, i kissed you as you lay. Now, whenever i do travel İf to portugal, england, or spain As i do walk by the shipyards and the harbors I smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again I know the salt, and the bay rum, you beside me again... Suzanne Vega |
Headshots Headshots The sign said "Headshots" And that was all, A picture of a boy And a number you could call, Two eyes in the shade A mouth so sad and small, It's strange the way a shadow Can fall across the wall, And make the difference In what you see Ah... He's just a poster, but He's everywhere, A face under a street lamp Ripped and hanging in the air, Turn the corner And he's still there, Watching all the people Who are passing unaware, Is there a judgement In what he sees? Ah... On a day As cold And gray As today... The sign says "Headshots" It's all I see, A boy becomes a picture Of guilt and sympathy, And so I think of you In memory Of the days we were together, And I knew that you loved me That was the difference In what we see, But that's history... Ah... Suzanne Vega |
Honeymoon Suite Honeymoon Suite The ceiling had a painting on it İn our room in France So we were living underneath Some angels in a dance My husband was not feeling well And so we went to bed He woke up complaining Of an aching in his head He said a hundred people Had come through our room that night That one by one the old and young Asked if he was all right One by one the old and young Lined up to touch his hand He spent the night explaining They had come to the wrong man The concierge was less than helpful When we asked her the next day With coffee and a magazine We went to the desk to pay "What happened in that room?" he asked "A death or something strange?" She smiled at him politely And returned to him his change Well, what I'd like to know And this will be a mystery, İs with all the people in that room Why none appeared to me? When we sleep so close together that Our hair becomes entwined I must have missed that moment İn the gateway to his mind... Suzanne Vega |
If I Were A Weapon If I Were A Weapon İf I were a weapon You said I'd be a gun Lethal at close range i guess With silencer and stun But I feel more like a needle Always pulling on the thread Always making the same point again And wondering if you heard what I just said İf you were a weapon A hammer's what you'd be Blunt and heavy at the end And coming down on me But i've concealed a weapon İn a pocket knife attack All folded up inside until you see the shine And then you'll want it back Oooh İf I were a weapon You said i'd be a gun Lethal at close range I guess W silencer and stun Well, if I am that weapon I am pointing now at you So just put down the hostage and we'll Talk it down until we see this through... Suzanne Vega |
In Liverpool In Liverpool In Liverpool On Sunday No traffic On the avenue The light is pale and thin Like you No sound, down In this part of town Except for the boy in the belfry He's crazy, he's throwing himself Down from the top of the tower Like a hunchback in heaven He's ringing the bells in the church For the last half an hour He sounds like he's missing something Or someone that he knows he can't Have now and if he isn't I certainly am Homesick for a clock That told the same time sometimes you made no sense to me if you lie on the ground in somebody's arms you'll probably swallow some of their history And the boy in the belfry He's crazy, he's throwing himself Down from the top of the tower Like a hunchback in heaven He's ringing the bells in the church For the last half an hour He sounds like he's missing something Or someone that he knows he can't Have now and if he isn't I certainly am I'll be the girl who sings for my supper You'll be the monk whose forehead is high He'll be the man who's already working Spreading a memory all through the sky In Liverpool On Sunday No reason to even remember you now Except for the boy in the belfry He's crazy, he's throwing himself Down from the top of the tower Like a hunchback in heaven He's ringing the bells in the church For the last half an hour He sounds like he's missing something Or someone that he knows he can't Have now and if he isn't I certainly am In Liverpool... Suzanne Vega |
In My Movie In My Movie If you were in my movie I'd have you as the doctor Small black bag And a big black coat I'd have you make a house call To the woman You could lay your Diagnostic hand Upon her belly and her throat If you were in my movie You could be the detective You could sit behind the desk With a question on your lip Examine her for motive Investigate the scene In the ever present danger Keep the holster at your hip If you were in my movie If you were in my movie If you were in my movie If you were in my movie You could be the priest Long black frock White collar at the neck You could come to the confession You could give a girl a thrill You could save her from her passion Keep her body in check If you were in my movie If you were in my movie If you were in my movie If you were in my movie You could be the gangster Double-breasted pinstriped Man with the cigarette Go running down the alley With a double-crossing blond Explaining to the jury That you hadn't done anything yet If you were in my movie... Suzanne Vega |
In The Eye In The Eye If you were to kill me now right here I would still look you in the eye And I would burn myself into your memory as long as you were still alive I would live inside of you I'd make you wear me like a scar And I would burn myself into your memory and run through everything you are I would not run, I would not turn, I would not hide In the eye If you were to kill me now right here I would still look you in the eye And I would burn myself into your memory as long as you were still alive I would not run, I would not turn, I would not hide In the eye Look me in the eye... Suzanne Vega |
Institution Green Institution Green Institution green The walls are cracked and dim And we are standing in a line Waiting for our faces to be seen Institution green Watch the floor and cound the hours None will meet my eyes Private people in this public place I wonder if they'll take a look Find my name inside that book Lose me on the printed page Where to point the aimless rage I cast my vote upon this earth Take my place for what it's worth Hunger for a pair of eyes To notice and to regognize Institution green A woman stands behind a table She will call my name After that I'll be admitted in I wonder if she'll take a look Find my name inside that book Lose me on the printed page Where to point the aimless rage I cast my vote upon this earth Take my place for what it's worth Hunger for a pair of eyes To notice and to regognize Institution green Teach me how to pull the lever Push the curtain closed Take what's needed then just Let me go... Suzanne Vega |
Ironbound & Fancy Poultry Ironbound & Fancy Poultry In the ironbound section near Avenue L where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell the clouds so low the morning so slow as the wires cut through the sky The beams and bridges cut the light on the ground into little triangles and the rails run round through the rust and the heat the light and sweet coffee color of her skin Bound up in wire and fate watching her walk him up to the gate in front of the ironbound school yard. Kids will grow like weeds on a fence She says they look for the light they try to make sense. They come up through the cracks Like grass on the tracks She touches him goodbye. Steps off the curb and into the street the blood and feathers near her feet into the ironbound market In the ironbound section near Avenue L where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell the clouds so low the morning so slow as the wires cut through the sky She stops at the stall fingers the ring opens her purse feels a longing away from the ironbound border "Fancy poulty parts sold here. Breasts and thighs and hearts. Backs are cheap and wings are nearly free. Nearly free" Suzanne Vega |
It Makes Me Wonder It Makes Me Wonder The virgin mary on a chain Has hit me in the mouth again As we explore the carnal score Of sacred and profane Sulky boy won't drink his milk Mothers breast beneath the silk Remains untouched it's way too much Reject all of that ilk I have to say it makes me wonder İf you are holding me To the same blue flame that you are under I feel you scolding me Your virgin mary's in the way Hallucinate her face by day Obscure the view in front of you İt's me here made of clay You're playing near that line so thin, Austerity? or just give in To endless appetite, Embrace that white oblivion? I have to say it makes me wonder İf you are holding me To the same blue flame that you are under I feel you scolding me And why so high the expectation? Who could live up to this? Well, there's no time now for explanation Cold as an angel's kiss I have to say it makes me wonder İf you were holding me To that cold blue flame that you are under When you were holding me... Suzanne Vega |
Knight Moves Knight Moves Watch while the queen In one false move Turns herself into a pawn Sleepy and shaken And watching whlie the blurry night Turns into a verry clear dawn Do you love any, do you love none Do you love many, can you love one Do you love me? Do you love any, do you love none Do you love twenty, can you love one Do you love me? One false move And a secret prophecy Well, if you hold it against her First hold it up and see That it`s one side stone One side fire Standing alon among all men`s desire (they want to know) Do you love ... And if you wonder What I am doing As I am heading For the sink I am spitting out all the bitterness Along with half of my last drink I am thinking Of your woman Who is crying in the hall It`s like drinking gasolinne To quench a thirst Until there`s nothing there left at all Do you love ... "Walk on her blind side" Was the answer to the joke It`s said there isn`t a political bone In her body She would rather be a riddle But she keeps challenging the future With a profound lack of history Do you love ... And watch while the queen In a false move Turns herself into a pawn Sleepy and shaken And watching while the blurry night Turns into a very clear dawn Do you love me? Suzanne Vega |
Language Language If language were liquid It would be rushing in Instead here we are In a silence more eloquent Than any word could ever be These words are too solid They don't move fast enough To catch the blur in the brain That flies by and is gone Gone Gone Gone I'd like to meet you In a timeless, placeless place Somewhere out of context And beyond all consequences Let's go back to the building (Words are too solid) On Little West Twelfth It is not far away (They don't move fast enough) And the river is there And the sun and the spaces Are all laying low (To catch the blur in the brain) And we'll sit in the silence (That flies by and is) That comes rushing in and is Gone (Gone) I won't use words again They don't mean what I meant They don't say what I said They're just the crust of the meaning With realms underneath Never touched Never stirred Never even moved through If language were liquid It would be rushing in Instead here we are In a silence more eloquent Than any word could ever be And is gone Gone Gone And is gone... Suzanne Vega |
Last Year's Troubles Last Year's Troubles Last year's troubles are so old fashioned The robber on the highway the pirate on the seas Maybe it's the clothing that's so entertaining The earrings and swashbuckling blouses that please Here we have heroes of times that have passed now But nobody these days has that kind of chin Over there the petticoats of ladies of virtue You can hardly tell them from the petticoats of sin Last year's troubles Look at all the waifs of Dickensian England Why is it their suffering is more picturesque? Must be cause their rags are so very Victorian The ones here at home just don't give it their best Last years troubles they shine up so pretty They gleam with a luster they don't have today Here it's just dirty and violent and troubling Last year's troubles But trouble is still trouble and evil still evil Sometimes we wonder; is there more now, or less? İf we had a tool or could tally the handfuls Measure for measure it's the same would be my guess... Suzanne Vega |
Lolita Lolita Lolita Almost grown Lolita Go on home Hey girl Don't be a dog all your life Don't beg for Some little crumb of affection Don't try To be somebody's wife So young You need a word of protection Lolita Almost grown Lolita Go on home Hey girl I've been where you are standing Leaning in the doorway In your mother's black dress So hungry For the one understanding Looking for a token of Blood or tenderness Lolita Almost grown Lolita Go on home Lolita... Suzanne Vega |
Ludlow Street Ludlow Street Love is the only thing that matters. Love is the only thing that's real. I know we hear this every day. It's still the hardest thing to feel. This time When I go back to Ludlow Street, I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete, Without you there. Another generation's parties. And it is still the same old scene. I can recall each morning after. Painted in nicotene. This time When I go back to Ludlow Street, I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete Without you there. All of the people I once knew. All of the ones I was close to. Love is the only thing that matters. Love the only thing that's real, And when I think about you now Love is the only thing I feel. This time When I go back to Ludlow Street, I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete Without you there. Tim, this time When I go back to Ludlow Street I find each stoop and doorway's incomplete Without you there... Suzanne Vega |
Machine Ballerina Machine Ballerina Am I an afternoon's pastime? a thing on a string to be thrown and retrieved like a phone call received on somebody's birthday to tease and delight and then say goodnight and then just say goodbye? Am I a toy on a tray ? a soft piece of clay queen or clown for the day machine ballerina soldier of tin standing so loyal while you sit so royal then I'm put away? For your approval, perusal, and your possible refusal, I'm amusing, I'm a puppet for your play. Am I your Mad Magazine? skin trampoline pin-up pinball machine your fantasy girl of puzzling parts but none fits or starts we match wits but not hearts I'm heard but never seen? For your approval, perusal, and your possible refusal, I'm amusing, I'm a puppet for your play... Suzanne Vega |
Marlene On The Wall Marlene On The Wall Even if I am in love with you All this to say, what's it to you? Observe the blood, the rose tattoo Of the fingerprints on me from you Other evidence has shown That you and I are still alone We skirt around the danger zone And don't talk about it later Marlene watches from the wall Her mocking smile says it all As the records the rise and fall Of every soldier passing But the only soldier now is me I'm fighting things I cannot see I think it's called my destiny That I am changing Marlene on the wall I walk to your house in the afternoon By the butcher's shop with the sawdust strewn "Don't give away the goods too soon" Is what she might have told me And I tried so hard to resist When you held me in your handsome fist And reminded me of the night we kissed And of why I should be leaving Marlene watches from the wall Her mocking smile says it all As the records the rise and fall Of every man who's been here But the only one here now is me I'm fighting things I cannot see I think it's called my destiny That I am changing Marlene on the wall... Suzanne Vega |
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