Suzanne Vega

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

New York City spread herself before you
With her bangles and her spangles and her stars
You were impressed with a city so undressed
You had to go out cruising all the bars

Your business trip extended through the weekend
Suburban boy here for your first time
From the twenty-seventh floor above the midtown roar
You were dazzled by her beauty and her crime

And she's every girl you've seen in every movie
Every dame you've ever known on late night TV
In her steam and steel is the passion you feel
Endlessly

New York is a woman, she'll make you cry
And to her you're just another guy

Look down and see her ruined places
Smoke and ash still rising to the sky
She's happy that you're here, but when you disappear
She won't know that you're gone to say goodbye

New York is a woman, she'll make you cry
And to her you're just another guy

And she's every girl you've seen in every movie
Every dame you've ever known on late night TV
In her steam and steel is the passion you feel
Desperately

New York is a woman, she'll make you cry
And to her you're just another guy

she's a pornographer's dream: he said
I knew what he meant
but it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
he would have, that hadn't been spent?

would he still dream of the thigh?
of the flesh upon high?
what he saw so much of?
wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never
could quite get the touch of?

it's out of his hands, over his head
out of his reach, under this real life
hidden in veils, covered in silk
he's dreaming of what might be
(dreaming of mystery)

Bettie Page is still the rage
with her legs and leather
she turns to tease the camera, and please us at home
and we let her

who's to know what she'll show of herself
in what measure?
if what she reveals, or what she conceals
is the key to our pleasure?

it's out of our hands, over our heads
out of our reach, under this real life
hidden in veils, covered in silk
we're dreaming of what might be
(dreaming of mystery)

it's out of our hands, over our heads
out of our reach, under this real life
hidden in veils
we're dreaming of mystery

she's a pornographer's dream, he said
I knew what he meant
but it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
he would have?

I knew a plant
Whose roots were bound
And then returned
Into the ground
Every day
I watched it grow
Every day
It struggled so

Roots were bound, the roots were bound
The roots were bound into the ground
Watched it grow, watched it grow
Watched it as it struggled so

I dug it up
I cut the twine
And so like this
I made it mine
I watched it drink
And watched it feed
And grow beyond
Its simple need

Cut the twine, I've cut the twine
Cut the twine and made it mine
Watched it feed, watched it feed
Watched it feed the simple need

Unbound, roots unbound
Unbound into the ground
Unbound, roots unbound
Unbound into the ground

I was once
Tied at the root
Confined with twine
Both mind and foot
I cut it loose
And now am free
As anything
Alive can be

At the root, bound at the root
At the root both mind and foot
Am free, now am free
As anything alive can be

Unbound, roots unbound
Unbound into the ground
Unbound, roots unbound
Unbound into the ground
Unbound, roots unbound
Unbound into the ground
Unbound, roots unbound
Unbound into the ground

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

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

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...

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

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

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

By day give thanks
By night beware
Half the world in sweetness
The other in fear

When the darkness takes you
With her hand across your face
Don't give in too quickly
Find the thing she's erased

Find the line, find the shape
Through the grain
Find the outline, things will
Tell you their name

The table. the guitar
The empty glass

All will blend together when
Daylight has passed

Find the line, find the shape
Through the grain
Find the outline, things will
Tell you their name

Now I watch you falling into sleep
Watch your fist curl against the sheet
Watch your lips fall open and your eyes dim
In blind faith

I would shelter you
Keep you in light
But I can only teach you
Night vision
Night vision
Night vision

Solitude stands by the window
She turns her head as I walk in the room
I can see by her eyes she's been waiting
Standing in the slant of the late afternoon

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

Solitude stands in the doorway
And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says "I've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"

I turn to the crowd as they're watching
They're sitting all together in the dark in the warm
I wanted to be in there among them
I see how their eyes are gathered into one

And then she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says"l've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"

Solitude stands in the doorway
And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)





Tom's Diner

I am sitting in the morning
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee

(아침에 길모퉁이에 있는 식당에 앉아 있어
식당 주인이 커피를 따라 주기를 기다리며
카운터에 있었지.)

And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in

(그가 커피를 반 잔밖에 따르지 않아서 따지려고 했지만^^*
그는 누군가가 들어 오는 것을 보고
그 쪽을 바라봤어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

"It is always nice to see you"
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella

("당신만 보면 기분이 좋아요"
방금 들어온 그 여인에게
카운터에서 그가 말했지.
그녀는 우산을 털고 있었어.)

And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
I'm pretending not to see them
Instead, I pour the milk

(그들이 서로에게 가벼운 키스로
인사를 나누고 있을 때 난 다른 쪽을 보고 있었어.
그 대신 우유를 부으면서
그들을 안 보고 있는 척 했어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

I open up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no one I had heard of

(신문을 폈어.술 먹다가 죽은 배우에 관한 기사가 있었지.
한 번도 못 들어본 배우였어.)

And I'm turning to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me
And so I raise my head

(오늘의 운세를 보고 나서 재미있는 게 있을까 해서 뒤적거렸어.
그 때 누군가 날 보고 있는 것 같아 고개를 들었어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

There's a woman on the outside
Looking inside, does she see me?
No she does not really see me
'Cause she sees her own reflection

(밖에서 어떤 여인이 안을 들여다 보고 있었어.
날 보고 있는 걸까? 아냐, 실제로는 날 보는 게 아니었어.
창에 비친 그녀의 모습을 보는 거였지.)

And I'm trying not to notice
That she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings
Her hair is getting wet

(그녀가 치마를 치켜 올리는 걸 안 보는 척 했지.
그녀가 스타킹을 반듯이 하는동안 그녀의 머리는 젖고 있었어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

Oh, this rain, it will continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice
(성당의 종소리가 들리는 이 오전 내내 비가 계속 될거야. )


And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time before the rain began
I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train

(난 당신 목소리를 떠올려.
그리고, 비가 내리기 전에 했었던
그 예전 한 때의 야간 피크닉을 생각해.
커피를 다 마셨어.
이제 기차를 탈 시간이군...)

to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)





Tom's Diner

I am sitting in the morning
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee

(아침에 길모퉁이에 있는 식당에 앉아 있어
식당 주인이 커피를 따라 주기를 기다리며
카운터에 있었지.)

And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in

(그가 커피를 반 잔밖에 따르지 않아서 따지려고 했지만^^*
그는 누군가가 들어 오는 것을 보고
그 쪽을 바라봤어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

"It is always nice to see you"
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella

("당신만 보면 기분이 좋아요"
방금 들어온 그 여인에게
카운터에서 그가 말했지.
그녀는 우산을 털고 있었어.)

And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
I'm pretending not to see them
Instead, I pour the milk

(그들이 서로에게 가벼운 키스로
인사를 나누고 있을 때 난 다른 쪽을 보고 있었어.
그 대신 우유를 부으면서
그들을 안 보고 있는 척 했어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

I open up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no one I had heard of

(신문을 폈어.술 먹다가 죽은 배우에 관한 기사가 있었지.
한 번도 못 들어본 배우였어.)

And I'm turning to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me
And so I raise my head

(오늘의 운세를 보고 나서 재미있는 게 있을까 해서 뒤적거렸어.
그 때 누군가 날 보고 있는 것 같아 고개를 들었어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

There's a woman on the outside
Looking inside, does she see me?
No she does not really see me
'Cause she sees her own reflection

(밖에서 어떤 여인이 안을 들여다 보고 있었어.
날 보고 있는 걸까? 아냐, 실제로는 날 보는 게 아니었어.
창에 비친 그녀의 모습을 보는 거였지.)

And I'm trying not to notice
That she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings
Her hair is getting wet

(그녀가 치마를 치켜 올리는 걸 안 보는 척 했지.
그녀가 스타킹을 반듯이 하는동안 그녀의 머리는 젖고 있었어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

Oh, this rain, it will continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice
(성당의 종소리가 들리는 이 오전 내내 비가 계속 될거야. )


And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time before the rain began
I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train

(난 당신 목소리를 떠올려.
그리고, 비가 내리기 전에 했었던
그 예전 한 때의 야간 피크닉을 생각해.
커피를 다 마셨어.
이제 기차를 탈 시간이군...)

I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner

I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee

And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue

He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in

"It is always
Nice to see you"
Says the man
Behind the counter

To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrella

And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos

I'm pretending
Not to see them
Instead
I pour the milk

I open
Up the paper
There's a story
Of an actor

Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of

And I'm turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies

When I'm feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head

There's a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?

No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection

And I'm trying
Not to notice
That she's hitching
Up her skirt

And while she's
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Is getting wet

Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I'm listening

To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice

And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began

I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train

I came out of the darkness A small white wooden horse I'd been holding inside Holding one thing If you could tell them this And when I'm dead What was wood became alive That what was wood became alive In the night the walls disappeared In the day they returned "I want to be a rider like my father" Were the only words I could say And when I'm dead If you could tell them this What was wood became alive That what was wood became alive Alive A moving piece of sun And I fell under Freedom Holding one thing I know I have a power I am afraid I may be killed I came out of the darkness But when I'm dead What was wood became alive If you could tell them this That what was wood became alive Alive

I came out of the darkness
Holding one thing
A small white wooden horse
I'd been holding inside

And when I'm dead
If you could tell them this
That what was wood became alive
What was wood became alive

In the night the walls disappeared
In the day they returned
"I want to be a rider like my father"
Were the only words I could say

And when I'm dead
If you could tell them this
That what was wood became alive
What was wood became alive

Alive
And I fell under
A moving piece of sun
Freedom

I came out of the darkness
Holding one thing
I know I have a power
I am afraid I may be killed

But when I'm dead
If you could tell them this
That what was wood became alive
What was wood became alive
Alive

(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

..

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.

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

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

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

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

Once I stood alone so proud now i am low on the ground. held myself above the crowd From here i look around to see what avenues belong to me I can't tell what ive found. Now what would You have me do i ask you please? I wait to hear. The mother, and the matador, the mystic, all were here before, like me, to stare You down. disappear, but leave your trace, You appear without a face, i feel your unseen frown. Now what would you have me do i wait to hear I ask you please? the word, your voice, you say. i wait to see your sign would i I look for you in heathered moor, obey? the desert, and the ocean floor how low does one heart go. looking for your fingerprints i find them in coincidence, and make my faith to grow. Forgive me all my blindnesses my weakness and unkindnesses as yet unbending still. my fist against eternity struggling so hard to see and will you break my will? Now what would you have me do i wait to hear i ask you please? your voice, the word you say i wait to see your sign could i obey?

1. she'd come to my house
and dance in the hall
with the music up loud
against the light on the wall

I danced beside her
feeling no shame
we were in costume
and this was a game

2. she'd put on her skirt
of layers of chiffon
the top of the umbrella had come off
so I put that on

we'd dance together then
an awkward ballet
she was 20 years older than I was
but still we did play

3. She was 20 years older than me
and many times my size
but it's her little feet I remember
and the look in her eyes

once when I saw her
she made me a doll
of ribbon and paper and ink
and lace, I recall

4. I danced beside her
feeling no shame
we were in costume
and this was a game

I think of her now I'm older
I still love to dance
something will shine through the body
if you give it a chance

Soap and water
take the day from my hand
scrub the salt from my stinging skin
slip me loose of this wedding band

Soap and water
hang my heart on the line
scour it down in a wind of sand
bleach it clean to a vinegar shine

Daddy's a dark riddle
Mama's a headful of bees
you are my little kite
carried away in the wayward breeze

Soap and water
wash the year from my life
straighten all that we trampled and tore
heal the cut we call husband and wife

Daddy's a dark riddle
Mama's a handful of thorns
you are my little kite
caught up again in the household storms

Daddy's a dark riddle
Mama's a headful of bees
you are my little kite
carried away in the wayward breeze

1.
Black on the red and the red on the black.
It's a tic of a tired mind.
Come and sit down, won't you try your luck.
See if you unwind.

2.
Never use your threes and twos.
Follow superstition.
Otherwise you are going to lose.
Compulsion makes you listen.

Take what's wrong, and make it go right.
Weave it like a prayer.
Wonder if you you'll spend the night?
Playing solitaire?

3.
Do it again, when you find you're all done.
Like an idiot savant.
Shuffle up your luck. You see, you almost won.
Now wrestle down what you want.

4.
Jack on the Queen, and the ten on the Jack.
It's a happy repetition.
You and your fate in a kind of check-mate.
And you are your only competition.

Take what's wrong, and make it go right.
Weave it like a prayer.
Wonder if you you'll spend the night?
Playing solitaire?

the reproach in your daughter's most beautiful face
made me wonder just how she could know
of that something that happened between you and me
so much more than a long time ago

her mother, I can see, lives within her still
cause she looked at me with her eyes
though I had only just met her right then
I feel that she peeled back my guilty disguise

did i break the thread, or did you break the thread?
well at this point we could ask who cares
as for the promises broken and frayed
it's 19 years late for repairs

the grey pewter vase held the deep red rose,
one piece of coral shone white,
by the brass candlestick near your red velvet coat,
is everything I can recall of one night

will you please tell me why I remember these things
after all of this time, I don't know
i must have left all those feelings inside
cause that year I had no courage to show

was i the name you could never pronounce?
or did i even figure at all?
all of this happened before she was born
did i shadow her young pencil marks on the wall

still i am sure i was only but one
of a number who darkened that door
of your home and your hearth and your family and wife
who'd been darkened so often before

oh, the red leaf looks to the hard gray stone
to each other, they know what they mean
somewhere, their future is still yet to come
in ways that are yet as of now unforeseen

call on that saint
and the candle that burns
keeping her safe
until her return

plaster and paint
holding the fire
a poor woman's saint
holding all man's desire

bold little bird
fly away home
could I but ride herd
on the wind and the foam

all of the souls
that curl by the fire
they never know
all man's desire

watercress clings
to the banks of the stream
in the first grip of spring
when the snow melts to green

barefoot and cold
and holding a lyre
by the side of the road
holding all man's desire

call on the saint
when the white candle burns
keeping her safe
until her return

Consider me a widow, boys and I will tell you why. It's not the man, but it's the marriage that was drowned. and wait with watchful eye out to the sky, So I walk the walk Looking for a kind of vessel I have never found. Though I saw it splinter Like a dog with little sense, I keep looking out to sea, I did see the thing go down I keep returning, as if there's something at the site To the very area where I should be learning. We watch the wind and set the sail, That line is the horizon. point to fail. but save ourselves when all omens Though I grieve (and I believe If I tell the truth i feel it truly) then I will have to tell you this But I knew that ship was empty by the time it hit the rocks, we could not hold on when fate became unruly. So consider me a widow, boys, and I have told you why. a better day is nearing? Does the weather say and wait upon the Will It's clear that I need I'll set my house in order now better skill in steering... That line is the horizon. We watch the wind and set the sail, But save ourselves when all omens point to fail.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No Cheap Thrill (Music & Lyrics by Suzanne Vega)


Ante up. And don’t be shy.
Who is that man who is catching my eye?
What’s unde
eath all of the deadpan face?
Sitting so pretty with a criminal grace?

Lamebrain Pete wants to Spit in the Sea.
He’s got a cool hand but it isn’t for me.
Butcher Boy thinks he’ll be splitting the pot.
But I’ve seen what he’s got and it isn’t a lot.

(When deuces are wild you can follow the queen.
I’d go too except I know where she’s been.)

I’ll see you, I’ll call you, I’ll raise you
But it’s no cheap thrill
It will cost you, cost you, cost you
Anything you have to pay.

I limit the straddles, and you shuffle and deal.
When will the dealer reveal how he feels?
Is the lucky beginner just a five-card stud?
Is this winning streak going to be nipped in the bud?

I’ll see you, I’ll call you, I’ll raise you
But it’s no cheap thrill
It will cost you, cost you, cost you
Anything you have to pay.

I’ll match you, I’ll bet you, I’ll play you,
But it’s no cheap thrill
It will cost you, cost you, cost you
Anything you have to pay........

No Cheap Thrill (Music & Lyrics by Suzanne Vega)


Ante up. And don’t be shy.
Who is that man who is catching my eye?
What’s unde
eath all of the deadpan face?
Sitting so pretty with a criminal grace?

Lamebrain Pete wants to Spit in the Sea.
He’s got a cool hand but it isn’t for me.
Butcher Boy thinks he’ll be splitting the pot.
But I’ve seen what he’s got and it isn’t a lot.

(When deuces are wild you can follow the queen.
I’d go too except I know where she’s been.)

I’ll see you, I’ll call you, I’ll raise you
But it’s no cheap thrill
It will cost you, cost you, cost you
Anything you have to pay.

I limit the straddles, and you shuffle and deal.
When will the dealer reveal how he feels?
Is the lucky beginner just a five-card stud?
Is this winning streak going to be nipped in the bud?

I’ll see you, I’ll call you, I’ll raise you
But it’s no cheap thrill
It will cost you, cost you, cost you
Anything you have to pay.

I’ll match you, I’ll bet you, I’ll play you,
But it’s no cheap thrill
It will cost you, cost you, cost you
Anything you have to pay........

Do you remember how you walked with me
down the street into the square?
How the women selling rosemary
pressed the branches to your chest
promised luck and all the rest
and put their fingers in your hair?

I had met you just the day before
like an accident of fate
in the window there behind your door
How I wanted to break in
to that room beneath your skin
but all that would have to wait

In the Carmen of the Martyrs
with the statues in the courtyard
whose heads and hands were taken
in the burden of the sun
I had come to meet you
with a question in my footsteps
I was going up the hillside
and the journey just begun

My sister says she never dreams at night
there are days when I know why
those possibilities within her sight
with no way of coming true
Some things just don't get through
into this world , although they try

In the Carmen of the Martyrs
with the statues in the courtyard
whose heads and hands were taken
in the burden of the sun
I had come to meet you
with a question in my footsteps
I was going up the hillside
and the journey just begun

All I know of you
is in my memory
All I ask is you
Remember me

Do you remember how you walked with me
down the street into the square?
How the women selling rosemary
pressed the branches to your chest
promised luck and all the rest
and put their fingers in your hair?

I had met you just the day before
like an accident of fate
in the window there behind your door
How I wanted to break in
to that room beneath your skin
but all that would have to wait

In the Carmen of the Martyrs
with the statues in the courtyard
whose heads and hands were taken
in the burden of the sun
I had come to meet you
with a question in my footsteps
I was going up the hillside
and the journey just begun

My sister says she never dreams at night
there are days when I know why
those possibilities within her sight
with no way of coming true
Some things just don't get through
into this world , although they try

In the Carmen of the Martyrs
with the statues in the courtyard
whose heads and hands were taken
in the burden of the sun
I had come to meet you
with a question in my footsteps
I was going up the hillside
and the journey just begun

All I know of you
is in my memory
All I ask is you
Remember me

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

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

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?

to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)





Tom's Diner

I am sitting in the morning
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee

(아침에 길모퉁이에 있는 식당에 앉아 있어
식당 주인이 커피를 따라 주기를 기다리며
카운터에 있었지.)

And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in

(그가 커피를 반 잔밖에 따르지 않아서 따지려고 했지만^^*
그는 누군가가 들어 오는 것을 보고
그 쪽을 바라봤어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

"It is always nice to see you"
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella

("당신만 보면 기분이 좋아요"
방금 들어온 그 여인에게
카운터에서 그가 말했지.
그녀는 우산을 털고 있었어.)

And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
I'm pretending not to see them
Instead, I pour the milk

(그들이 서로에게 가벼운 키스로
인사를 나누고 있을 때 난 다른 쪽을 보고 있었어.
그 대신 우유를 부으면서
그들을 안 보고 있는 척 했어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

I open up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no one I had heard of

(신문을 폈어.술 먹다가 죽은 배우에 관한 기사가 있었지.
한 번도 못 들어본 배우였어.)

And I'm turning to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me
And so I raise my head

(오늘의 운세를 보고 나서 재미있는 게 있을까 해서 뒤적거렸어.
그 때 누군가 날 보고 있는 것 같아 고개를 들었어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

There's a woman on the outside
Looking inside, does she see me?
No she does not really see me
'Cause she sees her own reflection

(밖에서 어떤 여인이 안을 들여다 보고 있었어.
날 보고 있는 걸까? 아냐, 실제로는 날 보는 게 아니었어.
창에 비친 그녀의 모습을 보는 거였지.)

And I'm trying not to notice
That she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings
Her hair is getting wet

(그녀가 치마를 치켜 올리는 걸 안 보는 척 했지.
그녀가 스타킹을 반듯이 하는동안 그녀의 머리는 젖고 있었어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

Oh, this rain, it will continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice
(성당의 종소리가 들리는 이 오전 내내 비가 계속 될거야. )


And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time before the rain began
I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train

(난 당신 목소리를 떠올려.
그리고, 비가 내리기 전에 했었던
그 예전 한 때의 야간 피크닉을 생각해.
커피를 다 마셨어.
이제 기차를 탈 시간이군...)

to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)





Tom's Diner

I am sitting in the morning
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee

(아침에 길모퉁이에 있는 식당에 앉아 있어
식당 주인이 커피를 따라 주기를 기다리며
카운터에 있었지.)

And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in

(그가 커피를 반 잔밖에 따르지 않아서 따지려고 했지만^^*
그는 누군가가 들어 오는 것을 보고
그 쪽을 바라봤어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

"It is always nice to see you"
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella

("당신만 보면 기분이 좋아요"
방금 들어온 그 여인에게
카운터에서 그가 말했지.
그녀는 우산을 털고 있었어.)

And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
I'm pretending not to see them
Instead, I pour the milk

(그들이 서로에게 가벼운 키스로
인사를 나누고 있을 때 난 다른 쪽을 보고 있었어.
그 대신 우유를 부으면서
그들을 안 보고 있는 척 했어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

I open up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no one I had heard of

(신문을 폈어.술 먹다가 죽은 배우에 관한 기사가 있었지.
한 번도 못 들어본 배우였어.)

And I'm turning to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me
And so I raise my head

(오늘의 운세를 보고 나서 재미있는 게 있을까 해서 뒤적거렸어.
그 때 누군가 날 보고 있는 것 같아 고개를 들었어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

There's a woman on the outside
Looking inside, does she see me?
No she does not really see me
'Cause she sees her own reflection

(밖에서 어떤 여인이 안을 들여다 보고 있었어.
날 보고 있는 걸까? 아냐, 실제로는 날 보는 게 아니었어.
창에 비친 그녀의 모습을 보는 거였지.)

And I'm trying not to notice
That she's hitching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings
Her hair is getting wet

(그녀가 치마를 치켜 올리는 걸 안 보는 척 했지.
그녀가 스타킹을 반듯이 하는동안 그녀의 머리는 젖고 있었어.)

Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee

Oh, this rain, it will continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
I am thinking of your voice
(성당의 종소리가 들리는 이 오전 내내 비가 계속 될거야. )


And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time before the rain began
I finish up my coffee
It's time to catch the train

(난 당신 목소리를 떠올려.
그리고, 비가 내리기 전에 했었던
그 예전 한 때의 야간 피크닉을 생각해.
커피를 다 마셨어.
이제 기차를 탈 시간이군...)