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from Suzanne Vega - Songs In Red And Gray (2001)
(I`ll Never Be) Your Maggie May
no capo December 2000 1. 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 2. 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 3. 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? 4. instrumental And so you go no girl could say no to you 5. 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 6. 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 .. |
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from Suzanne Vega - 99.9f/Suzanne Vega (1999)
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 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 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees On the verge of running Something cool Against the skin Is what you could be Against the skin Something cool Is what you 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees 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 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
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 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees |
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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 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees |
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from Suzanne Vega - - Beauty & Crime (2007)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - - Beauty & Crime (2007)
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 each street Make the time for all your possibilities They live on every street |
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from Suzanne Vega - 99.9f/Suzanne Vega (1999)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - 99.9f/Suzanne Vega (1999)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - - Beauty & Crime (2007)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - 99.9f/Suzanne Vega (1999)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Days Of Open Hand (2000)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Nine Objects Of Desire (1999)
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 it's a tight squeeze vice grip ice and fire she's a hot little treasure and the wave goes higher birth-day birth-day |
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from Suzanne Vega - Nine Objects Of Desire (1999)
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 it's a tight squeeze vice grip ice and fire she's a hot little treasure and the wave goes higher birth-day birth-day |
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from Suzanne Vega - 99.9f/Suzanne Vega (1999)
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. |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - 99.9f/Suzanne Vega (1999)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Days Of Open Hand (2000)
Book Of Dreams
In my book of dreams In my 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 In my book of dreams 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 In my book of dreams 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 In my book of dreams In my book of dreams |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
Book Of Dreams
In my book of dreams In my 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 In my book of dreams 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 In my book of dreams 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 In my book of dreams In my book of dreams |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
Book Of Dreams
In my book of dreams In my 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 In my book of dreams 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 In my book of dreams 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 In my book of dreams In my book of dreams |
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from Suzanne Vega - - Beauty & Crime (2007)
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. |
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from Suzanne Vega - Solitude Standing (2004)
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 |
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from The Truth About Cats & Dogs (고양이와 개에 관한 진실) by Howard Shore [ost] (1996)
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. |
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from Suzanne Vega - Sessions At West 54Th (1998)
It won't do 소용 없어요 To dream of caramel 카라멜의 꿈을 꾸는 것도 To think of cinnamon 시나몬을 생각하는 것도 And long for you 그리고 당신을 원하는 것도 It won't do 소용 없어요 to stir a deep desire 깊은 욕망을 젓는 것도 To fan a hidden fire 숨겨진 불꽃에 부채질을 하는 것도 That can never burn true 절대 진실하게 타오를 수 없어요 I know your name 당신의 이름을 알아요 I know your skin 당신의 살결을 알아요 I know the way 이런것들이 어떻게 시작되는지 These things begin 난 알아요 But I don't know 하지만 난 몰라요 How I would live with myself 어떻게 내 자신을 견뎌내야 하는지 What I'd forgive of myself 스스로의 무엇을 용서해야 하는건지 If you don't go 만일 당신이 가지 않는다면.. So goodbye 그러니 잘 가요 Sweet appetite 달콤한 입맛이여 No single bite 단 한 번으론 Could satisfy 만족하지 못하겠죠 I know your name 당신의 이름을 알아요 I know your skin 당신의 살결을 알아요 I know the way 알아요 These things begin 이런 것들이 어떻게 시작되는지 But I don't know 하지만 난 몰라요 How I would live with myself 어떻게 나 자신을 붙들어야 하는지 What I would give of myself 스스로 무엇을 주어야 하는지 If you don't go 만일 당신이 가지 않는다면 It won't do 소용 없어요 To dream of caramel 캐러멜의 꿈을 꾸는 것도 To think of cinnamon 시나몬을 생각하는 것도 And long for you 그리고 당신을 원하는 것도
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from Suzanne Vega - Nine Objects Of Desire (1999)
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 How I would live with myself What I would give of myself, If you don't go. It won't do To dream of caramel, To think of cinnamon And long for you. |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
It wont do to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon and long for you. It wont 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 dont know how I would live with myself, what Id forgive of myself if you dont 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 dont know what I would give of myself, how I would live with myself if you dont go It wont do to dream of caramel to think of cinnamon and long for you |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
It wont do to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon and long for you. It wont 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 dont know how I would live with myself, what Id forgive of myself if you dont 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 dont know what I would give of myself, how I would live with myself if you dont go It wont do to dream of caramel to think of cinnamon and long for you |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
It wont do to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon and long for you. It wont 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 dont know how I would live with myself, what Id forgive of myself if you dont 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 dont know what I would give of myself, how I would live with myself if you dont go It wont do to dream of caramel to think of cinnamon and long for you |
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from Suzanne Vega - Nine Objects Of Desire (1999)
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 That bound us close, and say we called a bluff I'd rather break the thread I do not need to drink that bitter stuff 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 When the heat of love becomes the chill of doubt Observe the moment 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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Suzanne Vega (1985)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Sessions At West 54Th (1998)
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 heart is broken It is worn out at the knees Seeing blind Ice on the sidewalk I don't know where And something is cracking The sun Brittle branches Wondering where the hell In the air Is blinding Dizzy golden, dancing green Through the park in the afternoon I have been Ah |
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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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - - Beauty & Crime (2007)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Ludlow Street (2007)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - 99.9f/Suzanne Vega (1999)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Suzanne Vega (1985)
We go to the playground
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We go to the playground
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from Suzanne Vega - Sessions At West 54Th (1998)
You come from far away
In the blue and silent sunrise With pictures in your eyes Of coffeeshops and morning streets Where we recognized the sign But night is the cathedral We strangers know each other now As part of the whole design Curl me up inside you That will not fall asleep Oh, hold me like a baby And let me hear you through the heat You are the jester of this courtyard With a smile like a girl's With the dimples and the curls Distracted by the women 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 The arranger of disorder And the laughing tale of the fool 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 Blowing by one day But with me you will stay And you will hear yourself in song Oh, hold me like a baby |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
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 That will not fall asleep Curl me up inside you And let me hear you through the heat 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 That will not fall asleep Curl me up inside you And let me hear you through the heat 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 That will not fall asleep Curl me up inside you And let me hear you through the heat |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
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 That will not fall asleep Curl me up inside you And let me hear you through the heat 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 That will not fall asleep Curl me up inside you And let me hear you through the heat 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 That will not fall asleep Curl me up inside you And let me hear you through the heat |
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from Suzanne Vega - Solitude Standing (2004)
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... |
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from Suzanne Vega - Songs In Red And Gray (2001)
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 it 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 if 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. |
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from Suzanne Vega - Nine Objects Of Desire (1999)
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... |
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from Suzanne Vega - Nine Objects Of Desire (1999)
the ceiling had a painting on it
in our room in France so we were living underneath some angels in a dance and so we went to bed my husband was not feeling well he woke up complaining of an aching in his head that one by one the old and young had come through our room that night he said a hundred people 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 when we asked her the next day with coffee and a magazine the concierge was less than helpful we went to the desk to pay "what happened in that room?" he asked "a death or something strange?" and returned to him his change she smiled at him politely and this will be a mystery, why none appeared to me? well, what I'd like to know is with all the people in that room when we sleep so close together that our hair becomes entwined I must have missed that moment in the gateway to his mind |
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from Suzanne Vega - Songs In Red And Gray (2001)
oooh if 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 if 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 in a pocket knife attack all folded up inside until you see the shine and then you'll want it back oooh if 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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - 99.9f/Suzanne Vega (1999)
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... |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
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 In Liverpool |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
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 In Liverpool |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
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 In Liverpool |
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from Suzanne Vega - Solitude Standing (2004)
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 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 I would not run I would not turn I would not hide In the eye Look me in the eye |
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from Suzanne Vega - Days Of Open Hand (2000)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Songs In Red And Gray (2001)
1. the virgin mary on a chain has hit me in the mouth again as we explore the carnal score of sacred and profane 2. sulky boy won't drink his milk mothers breast beneath the silk remains untouched it's way too much reject all of that ilk ch; i have to say it makes me wonder if you are holding me to the same blue flame that you are under i feel you scolding me 3. your virgin mary's in the way hallucinate her face by day obscure the view in front of you it's me here made of clay 4. you're playing near that line so thin, austerity? or just give in to endless appetite, embrace that white oblivion? ch; 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 if you were holding me to that cold blue flame that you are under when you were holding me |
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from Suzanne Vega - Suzanne Vega (1985)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - 99.9f/Suzanne Vega (1999)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Solitude Standing (2004)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Songs In Red And Gray (2001)
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 etc. last year's troubles but trouble is still trouble and evil still evil sometimes we wonder; is there more now, or less? if we had a tool or could tally the handfuls measure for measure it's the same would be my guess |
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If you want me
You can find me Left of center Off of the strip In the outskirts In the fringes In the corner Out of the grip If you want me You can find me Left of center Off of the strip In the outskirts In the fringes In the corner Out of the grip When they ask me What are you looking at I always answer Nothing much not much I think they know that I'm looking at them I think they think I must be out of touch But I'm only In the outskirts And in the fringes On the edge And off the avenue And if you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you I think that somehow Somewhere inside of us We must be similar If not the same So I continue To be wanting you Left of center Against the grain If you want me You can find me Left of center Off of the strip In the outskirts In the fringes In the corner Out of the grip When they ask me What are you looking at I always answer Nothing much not much I think they know that I'm looking at them I think they think I must be out of touch But I'm only In the outskirts And in the fringes On the edge And off the avenue And if you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you Wondering about you Wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you Wondering about you Wondering about you |
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If you want me
You can find me Left of center Off of the strip In the outskirts In the fringes In the corner Out of the grip If you want me You can find me Left of center Off of the strip In the outskirts In the fringes In the corner Out of the grip When they ask me What are you looking at I always answer Nothing much not much I think they know that I'm looking at them I think they think I must be out of touch But I'm only In the outskirts And in the fringes On the edge And off the avenue And if you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you I think that somehow Somewhere inside of us We must be similar If not the same So I continue To be wanting you Left of center Against the grain If you want me You can find me Left of center Off of the strip In the outskirts In the fringes In the corner Out of the grip When they ask me What are you looking at I always answer Nothing much not much I think they know that I'm looking at them I think they think I must be out of touch But I'm only In the outskirts And in the fringes On the edge And off the avenue And if you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you Wondering about you Wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you Wondering about you Wondering about you |
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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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - - Beauty & Crime (2007)
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 nicotine 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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Ludlow Street (2007)
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 nicotine 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 |
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from va - Grammy's Greatest Moments Vol. Ⅲ (0000)
My name is Luka
제 이름은 루카예요 I live on the second floor 2층에 살지요 I live upstairs from you 당신 집 바로 위층이요 Yes I think you've seen me before 그래요, 전에 한번 본 적 있어요 If you hear something late at night 밤 늦게 말썽이 생긴것 같거나 Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight 누군가 싸우는 소리가 들려도 Just don't ask me what it was 무슨 일이 있었는지는 묻지 말아주세요 Just don't ask me what it was 별 일 아니니까 Just don't ask me what it was 아무것도 묻지 말아주세요 I think it's because I'm clumsy 제가 잘못한 일이거든요 I try not to talk too loud 조용히 말해야 하는데 Maybe it's because I'm crazy 아마 제가 좀 어리석었나봐요 I try not to act too proud 주눅든 표정을 지어야 하는데 They only hit until you cry 아래층에서 소리지르면 더이상 안때려요 And after that you don't ask why 무슨 일이었는진 묻지 마세요 You just don't argue anymore 더이상 설득하려고 하지마세요 You just don't argue anymore 제가 잘못한 거니까 You just don't argue anymore 아무것도 못들은척 해주세요 Yes I think I'm okay 네, 전 괜찮아요 I walked into the door again 다시 들어가봐야 해요 Well, if you ask that's what I'll say 만약 다음에 또 물어오시면 And it's not your business anyway 당신이 참견할일이 아니라고 말할 거예요 I guess I'd like to be alone 이제 혼자 있고 싶어요 With nothing broken, nothing thrown 부러지지도 않았고 삔곳도 없어요 Just don't ask me how I am ... 더이상 괜찮은지는 묻지 마세요 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Sessions At West 54Th (1998)
My name is Luka
제 이름은 루카에요 I live on the second floor 2층에 살지요 I live upstairs from you 당신 집 바로 윗층이요 Yes, I think you've seen me before 그래요, 전에 한번 본 적 있어요 If you hear something late at night 밤 늦게 말썽이 생긴것 같거나 Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight 누군가 싸우는 소리가 들려도 Just don't ask me what it was 무슨 일이 있었는지 묻지 말아주세요 Just don't ask me what it was 아무일도 아니니까 Just don't ask me what it was 제발 아무것도 묻지 말아주세요 I think it's because I'm clumsy 제가 서툴러서 그런거같아요 I try not to talk too loud 조용히 말하려고 애쓰기는 해요 Maybe it's because I'm crazy 아마 제가 좀 어리석었나봐요 I try not to act too proud 주눅든 표정을 지어야 하는데 They only hit until you cry 그들은 그냥 울때까지만 때려요 And after that you don't ask why 그러니까 왜냐고 묻지마세요 You just don't argue anymore 더이상 설득하려고 하지마세요 You just don't argue anymore 제가 잘못한 거니까 You just don't argue anymore 더 이상 설득하려고 하지 마세요 Yes, I think I'm O.K 네, 전 괜찮아요. I walked into the door again 다시 들어가봐야 해요 Well, if you ask that's what I'll say 다음에 또 내게 물어오시면 And it's not your business anyway 당신이 참견할 일이 아니라고 말할 거에요 I guess I'd like to be alone 이제 혼자 있고 싶어요 With nothing broken, 아무데도 부러지지 않았고 nothing thrown 삔 곳도 없어요. Just don't ask me how I am 단지, 제가 어떤지는 묻지 마세요 Just don't ask me how I am 아무렇지도 않으니 Just don't ask me how I am 제발 괜찮냐고 내게 묻지 마세요 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
My name is Luka
제 이름은 루카예요 I live on the second floor 2층에 살지요 I live upstairs from you 당신 집 바로 위층이요 Yes I think you've seen me before 그래요, 전에 한번 본 적 있어요 If you hear something late at night 밤 늦게 말썽이 생긴것 같거나 Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight 누군가 싸우는 소리가 들려도 Just don't ask me what it was 무슨 일이 있었는지는 묻지 말아주세요 Just don't ask me what it was 별 일 아니니까 Just don't ask me what it was 아무것도 묻지 말아주세요 I think it's because I'm clumsy 제가 잘못한 일이거든요 I try not to talk too loud 조용히 말해야 하는데 Maybe it's because I'm crazy 아마 제가 좀 어리석었나봐요 I try not to act too proud 주눅든 표정을 지어야 하는데 They only hit until you cry 아래층에서 소리지르면 더이상 안때려요 And after that you don't ask why 무슨 일이었는진 묻지 마세요 You just don't argue anymore 더이상 설득하려고 하지마세요 You just don't argue anymore 제가 잘못한 거니까 You just don't argue anymore 아무것도 못들은척 해주세요 Yes I think I'm okay 네, 전 괜찮아요 I walked into the door again 다시 들어가봐야 해요 Well, if you ask that's what I'll say 만약 다음에 또 물어오시면 And it's not your business anyway 당신이 참견할일이 아니라고 말할 거예요 I guess I'd like to be alone 이제 혼자 있고 싶어요 With nothing broken, nothing thrown 부러지지도 않았고 삔곳도 없어요 Just don't ask me how I am ... 더이상 괜찮은지는 묻지 마세요 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
My name is Luka
제 이름은 루카예요 I live on the second floor 2층에 살지요 I live upstairs from you 당신 집 바로 위층이요 Yes I think you've seen me before 그래요, 전에 한번 본 적 있어요 If you hear something late at night 밤 늦게 말썽이 생긴것 같거나 Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight 누군가 싸우는 소리가 들려도 Just don't ask me what it was 무슨 일이 있었는지는 묻지 말아주세요 Just don't ask me what it was 별 일 아니니까 Just don't ask me what it was 아무것도 묻지 말아주세요 I think it's because I'm clumsy 제가 잘못한 일이거든요 I try not to talk too loud 조용히 말해야 하는데 Maybe it's because I'm crazy 아마 제가 좀 어리석었나봐요 I try not to act too proud 주눅든 표정을 지어야 하는데 They only hit until you cry 아래층에서 소리지르면 더이상 안때려요 And after that you don't ask why 무슨 일이었는진 묻지 마세요 You just don't argue anymore 더이상 설득하려고 하지마세요 You just don't argue anymore 제가 잘못한 거니까 You just don't argue anymore 아무것도 못들은척 해주세요 Yes I think I'm okay 네, 전 괜찮아요 I walked into the door again 다시 들어가봐야 해요 Well, if you ask that's what I'll say 만약 다음에 또 물어오시면 And it's not your business anyway 당신이 참견할일이 아니라고 말할 거예요 I guess I'd like to be alone 이제 혼자 있고 싶어요 With nothing broken, nothing thrown 부러지지도 않았고 삔곳도 없어요 Just don't ask me how I am ... 더이상 괜찮은지는 묻지 마세요 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
My name is Luka
제 이름은 루카예요 I live on the second floor 2층에 살지요 I live upstairs from you 당신 집 바로 위층이요 Yes I think you've seen me before 그래요, 전에 한번 본 적 있어요 If you hear something late at night 밤 늦게 말썽이 생긴것 같거나 Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight 누군가 싸우는 소리가 들려도 Just don't ask me what it was 무슨 일이 있었는지는 묻지 말아주세요 Just don't ask me what it was 별 일 아니니까 Just don't ask me what it was 아무것도 묻지 말아주세요 I think it's because I'm clumsy 제가 잘못한 일이거든요 I try not to talk too loud 조용히 말해야 하는데 Maybe it's because I'm crazy 아마 제가 좀 어리석었나봐요 I try not to act too proud 주눅든 표정을 지어야 하는데 They only hit until you cry 아래층에서 소리지르면 더이상 안때려요 And after that you don't ask why 무슨 일이었는진 묻지 마세요 You just don't argue anymore 더이상 설득하려고 하지마세요 You just don't argue anymore 제가 잘못한 거니까 You just don't argue anymore 아무것도 못들은척 해주세요 Yes I think I'm okay 네, 전 괜찮아요 I walked into the door again 다시 들어가봐야 해요 Well, if you ask that's what I'll say 만약 다음에 또 물어오시면 And it's not your business anyway 당신이 참견할일이 아니라고 말할 거예요 I guess I'd like to be alone 이제 혼자 있고 싶어요 With nothing broken, nothing thrown 부러지지도 않았고 삔곳도 없어요 Just don't ask me how I am ... 더이상 괜찮은지는 묻지 마세요 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Solitude Standing (2004)
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 |
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from I Write The Songs: 36 Singer Songwriters Performing... (2005)
My name is Luka
제 이름은 루카예요 I live on the second floor 2층에 살지요 I live upstairs from you 당신 집 바로 위층이요 Yes I think you've seen me before 그래요, 전에 한번 본 적 있어요 If you hear something late at night 밤 늦게 말썽이 생긴것 같거나 Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight 누군가 싸우는 소리가 들려도 Just don't ask me what it was 무슨 일이 있었는지는 묻지 말아주세요 Just don't ask me what it was 별 일 아니니까 Just don't ask me what it was 아무것도 묻지 말아주세요 I think it's because I'm clumsy 제가 잘못한 일이거든요 I try not to talk too loud 조용히 말해야 하는데 Maybe it's because I'm crazy 아마 제가 좀 어리석었나봐요 I try not to act too proud 주눅든 표정을 지어야 하는데 They only hit until you cry 아래층에서 소리지르면 더이상 안때려요 And after that you don't ask why 무슨 일이었는진 묻지 마세요 You just don't argue anymore 더이상 설득하려고 하지마세요 You just don't argue anymore 제가 잘못한 거니까 You just don't argue anymore 아무것도 못들은척 해주세요 Yes I think I'm okay 네, 전 괜찮아요 I walked into the door again 다시 들어가봐야 해요 Well, if you ask that's what I'll say 만약 다음에 또 물어오시면 And it's not your business anyway 당신이 참견할일이 아니라고 말할 거예요 I guess I'd like to be alone 이제 혼자 있고 싶어요 With nothing broken, nothing thrown 부러지지도 않았고 삔곳도 없어요 Just don't ask me how I am ... 더이상 괜찮은지는 묻지 마세요 |
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from Cool - Legends (2009)
My name is Luka
제 이름은 루카예요 I live on the second floor 2층에 살지요 I live upstairs from you 당신 집 바로 위층이요 Yes I think you've seen me before 그래요, 전에 한번 본 적 있어요 If you hear something late at night 밤 늦게 말썽이 생긴것 같거나 Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight 누군가 싸우는 소리가 들려도 Just don't ask me what it was 무슨 일이 있었는지는 묻지 말아주세요 Just don't ask me what it was 별 일 아니니까 Just don't ask me what it was 아무것도 묻지 말아주세요 I think it's because I'm clumsy 제가 잘못한 일이거든요 I try not to talk too loud 조용히 말해야 하는데 Maybe it's because I'm crazy 아마 제가 좀 어리석었나봐요 I try not to act too proud 주눅든 표정을 지어야 하는데 They only hit until you cry 아래층에서 소리지르면 더이상 안때려요 And after that you don't ask why 무슨 일이었는진 묻지 마세요 You just don't argue anymore 더이상 설득하려고 하지마세요 You just don't argue anymore 제가 잘못한 거니까 You just don't argue anymore 아무것도 못들은척 해주세요 Yes I think I'm okay 네, 전 괜찮아요 I walked into the door again 다시 들어가봐야 해요 Well, if you ask that's what I'll say 만약 다음에 또 물어오시면 And it's not your business anyway 당신이 참견할일이 아니라고 말할 거예요 I guess I'd like to be alone 이제 혼자 있고 싶어요 With nothing broken, nothing thrown 부러지지도 않았고 삔곳도 없어요 Just don't ask me how I am ... 더이상 괜찮은지는 묻지 마세요 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Songs In Red And Gray (2001)
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? Ch: 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? Chorus again |
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from Suzanne Vega - Suzanne Vega (1985)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Sessions At West 54Th (1998)
Even if I am in love with you All this to say, what's it to you? Of the fingerprints on me from you Observe the blood, the rose tattoo 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 I'm fighting things I cannot see But the only soldier now is me 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 shot with the sawdust strewn "Don't give away the goods too soon" And I tried so hard to resist Is what she might have told me And reminded me of the night we kissed And of why I should be leaving When you held me in your handsome fist Marlene watches from the wall Of every man who's been here Her mocking smile says it all As the records the rise and fall But the only one here now is me I think it's called my destiny I'm fighting things I cannot see That I am changing Marlene on the wall |
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from Suzanne Vega - 99.9f/Suzanne Vega (1999)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Tired And True (2000)
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 |
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from Suzanne Vega - Days Of Open Hand (2000)
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 |
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