Suzanne Vega - 99.9f/Suzanne Vega (1999) by Suzanne Vega (보컬) on maniadb.com

i'd like to help you doctor yes, i really really would
But blood makes noise
but the din in my head it's too much and it's no good
i'm standing in a windy tunnel,shoating trough the roar
blood makes noise
and i'd like to give the information you're asking for
and i can't really hear you
it's aringing in my ear
in the thickening of fear
the details and the facts
i think that you might want to know
denyes the memory of the acts
but there's something in my blood
but we'll have to try again after silence has returned
cool that you're concerned
cause blood makes noise
so just forget it doc. i thinks it's really
it's a ringing in my hear
blood makes noise.

in liverpool on sunday,
the light is pale and thin like you
no traffic on the avenue
no sound, down in this part of town
he's crazy, he's throwing himself
except for the boy in the belfry,
down from the top of the tower
like an unchback in heaven
he is ringing the bells in the church
for the last half an hour
or someone that he knows he can't have now
and if he isn't, i certainly am.
he sound's like he's missing something
if you lie on the ground, in somebody's arms
homesick for a clock,that told the same time
sometimes you made nosense to me
you'll probably swallow some of their history
and the boy in the belfry he's crazy,he's throwing himself
like an unchback in heaven,he's ringing the bells in the church
he sound like he's missing something
down from the top of the tower,
or someone that he knows he can't have now
and if he isn't i certainly am.
for the last half an hour
i'll be the girl who sing for my supper
you'll be the monk whose forehead is high
he'll be the man who's already working
in liverpool on sunday
no reasons to even remember you now
spreading a memory all trough the sky
except for the boy in the belfry...

99.9 Fahrenheit degrees
It could be normal but it isn't quite
Stable now, with rising possibilities
Could make you want to stay awake at night

You seem to me
Like a man
0n the verge of burning
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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
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On the verge of running
Something cool

Against the skin
Is what you could be
Against the skin
Something cool
Is what you

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Could be needing

You seem to me
Like a man
On the verge of burning
99.9 Fahrenheit degrees

Against the skin
Something cool
Something cool
Is what you could be
Against your skin
Could be needing
Is what you

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99.9 Fahrenheit degrees

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;
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
It sings to hear the voice it's known
It sings to recognize the face

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
Fat man and dancing girl
And most of the show is concealed from view
And the way a world is revealed to you
I don't want to hear it

Monkey in the middle
Keeps singing that tune

Get rid of it soon
MC on the stage tonight
Is a man named Billy Purl
And he knows the worth of beautiful girl
He's The International Fun Boy

Stand on the tightrope
Never dreamed I would fall

Monkey in the middle
It's making me nervous
Keeps doing that trick
Get rid of it quick
I stand in a wide flat land

No shadow or shade of a doubt
That's covering most of her mouth
Where the megaphone man
Met the girl with her hand

Does she say it so no one can know?
Does she tell the truth?
Does she hide the lie?
Fat man and the dancing girl
And it's all part of the show

Never dreamed I could fall
Stand on the tightrope

Keeps singing that tune
Monkey in the middle
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

As a child
You see this doll
You have a doll
Sitting in her chair

Her eyes of glass
You watch her face
Her knees apart
She seems to

In a secretive stare
She seems to
She seems to
Have a life

Dig up a crack
Pick up a stick

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
They seem to
As a child

You see yourself
And wonder why
You can't seem to move

Hand on the doorknob
One foot on the sidewalk
Feel like a thing

Too much to prove
And you learn to
You learn to
You learn to
Have a life

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
I've gone serious and shy and they can't figure why
And the games we once played have no meaning
So they've left me to my own daydreaming

For bad wisdom
What price to pay
Too young to know
What price to pay
For bad wisdom
Too much too soon

Bad wisdom
Bad wisdom
Mother you've taught me the laws are so fine
If I'm good that I will be protected
And I'll never trust whoever gets elected
I've fallen through the crack and there's no getting back

And it wasn't what I was expecting
Mother your eyes have gone suddenly cold
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
For bad wisdom
What price to pay
Too young to know
Bad wisdom
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
For bad wisdom
Too young to know
What price to pay
Too much too soon
Bad wisdom
Bad wisdom

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

Settling of blame
So don't expect any slow and careful

I heard you say
You look out for the feet of clay
Without the chance
That someone will be falling next
For last respects

You feel the disappointment
When heroes go down
Man or woman revealed
On the battlefield

You can't expect any kind of mercy
I heard you say
You look out for the feet of clay
Without the chance for last respects
That someone will be falling next
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
When heroes go downWhen heroes go down

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

The real situation
Would I know for certain
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

As girls go
You make a really good girl
As girls go
As girls go
As girls go
As girls go

The dark side of the life
Let's chronicle
Did you ever keep the date
With the steel side of the knife

Which side of the line
Doesn't matter to me
At any given time
You happen to be
You make a really good girl
As girls go

As girls go
As girls go
As girls goAs girls go

If sand waves were sound waves
Could split this endless noon
What song would be in the air now

What stinging tune
And make the sky swell with rain
If war were a game that a man or a child
And leave the land with no stainCould think of winning
What kind of rule
Can overthrow a fool

Smile no smile
Jerk like a thing on a string
And go join the parade
On this face today
It won't help to win friends
Influence strangers
Code will keep your privacy in
Or otherwise be in the swim
Mask will keep your features in check

It's a one time thing
It just happens
A lot
Walk with me
What we have got
And we will see
Ah...My footsteps are ticking
Like water dripping from a tree
Walking a hairline
And stepping very carefully
Hearing muffled
Soon it will hit the Deep Freeze
Ah...My

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

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 she 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 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 she 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

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

There's a sound
Across the alley
Touching skin
Of cold metalAnd you can see
That she has gone and cut
If you look in her window
Her hair again
In straight lines
Straight lines
Those soft golden lights in the morningAre now on her wooden floor
Any more
The wind has swept them through the apartment
She don't need them
Any more...
Any moreShe's cut down
On her lovers
Though she still dreams
Of them at nightWhere once were flowers
She's growing straight lines
She is streamlined
She is taking the shade down
From the lightTo see the straight lines
Straight linesShe wants to cut through the circles
She wants to finally kill the delusions
She won't need them
That she has lived in before
Any more
Any more
Any more...
Across the alley
But there's a sound
Of cold metal
Too close to the bone
If you look in her window
And you can see
The face of a woman
Finally aloneBehind straight lines
Straight lines

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
Like sand against the stone
Salt wearing down to the bone
Against the shoreline
I am friend to the undertow
And now I have you
From the edge of a knife
I take you in, I don't let go
I wanted to learn all the secrets
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
And now I have you
I take you in, I don't let go
To be that sleek
I wanted to see how it would feel
Made me weak
And instead I find this hunger's
I would swallow you whole
I believe right now if I could
I would leave only bones and teeth
We could see what was underneath
I am friend to the undertow
And you would be free then
I take you in, I don't let go
I take you in, I don't let go
I am friend to the undertow
And now I have you
And now I have you

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?

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

And she never once took the crown from her head
Into her rooms with her tapestries red
She asked him there to sit down.

He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young
And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun
But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won
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 she closed herself up like a fan.
It cuts me inside, and often I've bled"
But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry

And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread
He laid his hand then on top of her head

"Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel
And he bowed her down to the ground.
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

But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away
And she wanted more than she ever could say
And he said, "I want to live as an honest man

And would not look at his face again.
To get all I deserve and to give all I can
Your highness, your ways are very strange."
And to love a young woman who I don't understand

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 while the queen went on strangeling in the solitude she preferred
And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word
The battle continued on

Watch while the queen
In one 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 any, do you love none,
Do you love me?
Do you love many, can you love one,
Do you love any, do you love none,
Do you love me?
Do you love many, can you love one,
One false move
Well, if you hold it against her,
And a secret prophecy
First hold it up and see
That it's one side stone
Standing alone among all men's desire
One side fire
They want to know
Do you love any, do you love none,
Do you love me?
Do you love many, can you love one,
Do you love any, do you love none,
Do you love many, can you love one,
And if you wonder
Do you love me?
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 gasoline
To quench a thirst
Until there's nothing there left at all
Do you love any, do you love none,
Do you love many, can you love one,
Do you love me?
Do you love many, can you love one,
Do you love any, do you love none,
"Walk on the blind side"?
Do you love me?
Was the answer to the joke
In her body
It's said there isn't a political bone
She would rather be a riddle
With a profound lack of history
But she keeps challenging the future
Do you love many, can you love one,
Do you love any, do you love none,
Do you love me?
Do you love any, do you love none,
Do you love many, can you love one,
Do you love me?
And watch while the queen
Turns herself into a pawn
In one false move
Sleepy and shaken
And watching while the blurry night
Turns into a very clear dawn
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me

We had our Neighborhood girl, she
We just wonder where she's gone..."
Used to hang out, in front of McKinsey's Bar, and we were
Clientele...
"Oh she's gone?"
Interested in her, and her
"Yes, she's gone, gone, gone."
"I think you know your
Neighborhood girl, she
Lives on my street, now, with
Eyes of ice
Walking in the sun
I've seen her in the morning, when she is
And I always thought that she
Looked kind of nice
At a party, I think
She spoke to me once
That she had had too much to drink, because she
And I thought at the time
Said to me, "There's a backbone gone
And I've got to get it back
Before going on...'
Seems to have resigned
And your neighborhood girl
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
Because I've got this feeling
Finding out if this is it
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 blonde hair, in front of McKinsey's Bar
And we were interested in her
We just wonder where she's gone..."
"Oh she's gone?"
And her Clientele...
"Yes, she's gone, gone, gone