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Suzanne Nadine Vega (santa Mônica, Califórnia, 11 De Julho De 1959) é Uma Cantora Estadunidense. Tornou-se Conhecida Mundialmente Com A Canção "luka", Presente No álbum Solitude Standing De 1987. (wikipédia)
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suzanne vega - luka
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
I think it's 'cause I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
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
Walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
suzanne vega - edith wharton s figurines
edith wharton's lovely figurines
still speak to me today
from their mantlepiece in time
where they wrestle and they play
with passions and with prudences
finances and fears
her face and what its worth to her
in the passing of the years
see the portrait come to life
see the vanity behind
cause in the struggle for survival
love is never blind
now, olivia lies under anasthesia
her wit and wonder snuffed
in a routine operation
her own beauty not enough,
her passions and her prudences
finances and fears
her face, what it was worth to her
in the passing of the years
see the portrait come to life
see the vanity behind
cause in the struggle for survival
love is never blind
edith whartons lovely figurines
still speak to me today
from their mantlepiece in time
where they wrestle and they play
we lie under anesthesia
our wit and wonder snuffed
in our routine operations
our own beauty not enough
suzanne vega - my favorite plum
My favorite plum
hangs so far from me
See how it sleeps
and hear how it calls to me
See how the flesh
presses the skin,
It must be bursting
with secrets within,
I've seen the rest, yes
and that is the one for me
See how it shines
it will be so sweet
I've been so dry
it would make my heart complete
See how it lays
languid and slow
Never noticing
me here below
I've seen the best, yes
and that is the one for me
Maybe a girl will take it
Maybe a boy will steal it
Maybe a shake of the bough
will wake it and make it fall
My favorite plum
lies in wait for me
I'll be right here
longing endlessly
You'll say that I'm
foolish to trust
But it will be mine
and I know that it must
cause I've had the rest, yes
and that is the one for me
I've seen the best, yes
and that is the one for me
suzanne vega - daniella
Daniella, she sits by the tree in the playground
sometimes we go there and the children all play
But no one can tell me just where is Daniella
when she looks in the distance that way
Daniella, your hair is growing wild like a jungle
like a garden of ivy that's been blown by the wind
In the morning we brush it and tie it with a ribbon
and in the evening it has flown loose again
In the afternoon when the day seems forever
and the night feels like never then she will sigh
But no one can tell me just where is Daniella
when her thoughts wander off to the sky
Ilana's her friend, she runs fast like a squirrel
she has big brown eyes and sometimes she cries
But she stops very soon and they both play together
making castles and strawberry pies
And sometimes Daniella believes she's a sparrow
she sits by the window and eats sunflower seeds
She watches the rain and the birds on the rooftops
often I wonder just what she sees
In the afternoon when the day seems forever
and the night feels like never then she will sigh
Oh no one can tell me just where is Daniella
when her thoughts wander off to the sky
suzanne vega - tired of sleeping
Oh Mom, the dreams are not so bad
It's just that there's so much to do
And I'm tired of sleeping
Oh Mom, the old man is telling me something
His eyes are wide and his mouth is thin
And I just can't hear what he's saying
Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking
It's just that there's so much to do
And I'm tired of sleeping
Oh Mom, the kids are playing in pennies
They're up to their knees in money
And the dirt of the churchyard steps
Oh Mom, that man he ripped out his lining
He tore out a piece of his body
To show us his clean quilted heart
Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking
It's just that there's so much to do
And I'm tired of sleeping
Oh Mom, the bird on the string is hanging
Her bones are twisting and dancing
She's fighting for her small life
Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking
It's just that there's so much to do
And I'm tired of sleeping
Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking
It's just that there's so much to do
And I'm tired of sleeping
suzanne vega - woman on the tier
Too hot. No air.
Loud fan and a big tin can.
Wait here. Steer clear.
They've gone to get your man.
10 AM.
Through gate 3 with picture ID.
This old billfold
Experiences security.
I hear the click. These men are hard.
I'll see your face through bar and guard.
You're new to me. I'm new to you.
I see your fate. I'll see you
You through.
Ice within.
And it's all cement in the government.
Approved? Then move
To the plywood booth where the prisoner's sent.
You read in red
The letters on the door and you know what they're for.
You feel unreal.
And the rattling chain's coming over the floor.
I hear the clock. These walls are green.
I see your face through tin and screen.
You're new to me. I'm new to you.
I see your fate. I'll see you
You through.
Too hot. No air.
Loud fan and a big tin can.
Wait here. Steer clear.
They've gone to get your man.
suzanne vega - frank amp; ava
suzanne vega - if i were a weapon
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
suzanne vega - penitent
Once I stood alone so proud
held myself above the crowd
now i am low on the ground.
From here i look around to see
what avenues belong to me
I can't tell what ive found.
Now what would You have me do
i ask you please?
I wait to hear.
The mother, and the matador,
the mystic, all were here before,
like me, to stare You down.
You appear without a face,
disappear, but leave your trace,
i feel your unseen frown.
Now what would you have me do
I ask you please?
i wait to hear
your voice,
the word,
you say.
i wait to see your sign
would i
obey?
I look for you in heathered moor,
the desert, and the ocean floor
how low does one heart go.
looking for your fingerprints
i find them in coincidence,
and make my faith to grow.
Forgive me all my blindnesses
my weakness and unkindnesses
as yet unbending still.
struggling so hard to see
my fist against eternity
and will you break my will?
Now what would you have me do
i ask you please?
i wait to hear
your voice,
the word
you say
i wait
to see your sign
could i
obey?
suzanne vega - widow s walk
Consider me a widow, boys
and I will tell you why.
It's not the man, but it's the marriage
that was drowned.
So I walk the walk
and wait with watchful eye out to the sky,
Looking for a kind of vessel
I have never found.
Though I saw it splinter
I keep looking out to sea,
Like a dog with little sense,
I keep returning,
To the very area where
I did see the thing go down
as if there's something at the site
I should be learning.
That line is the horizon.
We watch the wind and set the sail,
but save ourselves when all omens
point to fail.
If I tell the truth
then I will have to tell you this
Though I grieve (and I believe
i feel it truly)
But I knew that ship was empty
by the time it hit the rocks,
we could not hold on
when fate became unruly.
So consider me a widow, boys,
and I have told you why.
Does the weather say
a better day is nearing?
I'll set my house in order now
and wait upon the Will
It's clear that I need
better skill in steering...
That line is the horizon.
We watch the wind and set the sail,
But save ourselves when all omens
point to fail.
suzanne vega - those whole girls
Those whole girls
Hurl down words
Run in packs
With bloom to spare
They know health
Know it well
Skim the cream
And fill the brim
Drip with news
Spin intact
Blaze and stun
And feel no lack
Breathe with ease
Need no mercy
Move in light
Run in grace
Run in grace [X3]
suzanne vega - pilgrimage
This line is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every step is a day in the week
It's a Sunday or Monday
A march over months of the year
This life is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every death is an end in the race
It's a stopping and starting
A march over millions of years
Travel. Arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
This land is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every line is a place on a map
It's a city or valley
A mark on these miles of fields
Travel. Arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
This line is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every step is a day in the week
It's a Wednesday or Thursday
A march over months of the year
Travel. Arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time
Take this
Mute mouth
Broken tongue.
Now this
Dark life
Is shot through with light
suzanne vega - stockings
I don't care for tights, she says
and does not tell me why
She hikes her skirt above her knee
revealing one brown thigh
I see, I say, and wonder at
her slender little fingers
How cleverly they pull upon
the threads of recent slumbers
Do you know where friendship ends
and passion does begin?
It's between the binding of
her stockings and her skin.
(oh yeah)
She stayed up so late I thought
she'd ask me to go dance
But something in the way she laughed
told me I had no chance
The fiction in her family
was that she was never nice
I'd say she was very
I just did not see the price
Do you know where friendship ends
and passion does begin?
When the gin and tonic
makes the room begin to spin.
(oh yeah)
There may be attraction here
but it will never flower
So I'm assigned to read her mind, now
in this witching hour
Here's no game for those who claim
to be easily bruised
But how can I complain
when she's so easily amused?
Do you know where friendship ends
and passion does begin?
(When she does not show you
the way out on the way in) --
It's between the binding
of her stockings and her skin.
(oh yeah)
suzanne vega - machine ballerina
Am I an afternoon's pastime?
a thing on a string
to be thrown and retrieved
like a phone call received
on somebody's birthday
to tease and delight
and then say goodnight
and then just say goodbye?
Am I a toy on a tray ?
a soft piece of clay
queen or clown for the day
machine ballerina
soldier of tin
standing so loyal
while you sit so royal
then I'm put away?
For your approval,
perusal,
and your possible
refusal,
I'm amusing,
I'm a puppet for your play.
Am I your Mad Magazine?
skin trampoline
pin-up pinball machine
your fantasy girl
of puzzling parts
but none fits or starts
we match wits but not hearts
I'm heard but never seen?
For your approval,
perusal,
and your possible
refusal,
I'm amusing,
I'm a puppet for your play.
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