Suzanne Vega

99.9f


99.9 farhrenheit degrees
stable now, whit 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
on the verge of the burning
99.9 fahrenheit degrees
pale as 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 farhenheit degrees
something cool against the skin
is what you could be, something cool
against the skin, is what you could be needing
99.9 farhenehit degrees
you seem to me like a man
on the verge of burning
99.9 fahrenheit degrees

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,shoating trough the roar
and i'd like to give the information you're asking for
But blood makes noise
it's aringing 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
denyes the memory of the acts
so just forget it doc. i thinks it's really
cool that you're concerned
but we'll have to try again after silence has returned
cause blood makes noise
it's a ringing in my hear
blood makes noise.....

Caramel


i won't do, to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon
and long for you
i won't do, to stir a deep desire
to fan a hidden fire
that can never bur true
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
i won't you, to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.

Gipsy


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
I curl me up inside you
Let me hear you through the heat
Oh...

You're the jester of this courtyard
With a smile like a girl's
Distracted by the women
With the dimpels and the curls
By the pretty and the mischievous
By the timed 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
I curl me up inside you
Let me hear you through the heat
Oh...

You have hands of rain and 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

Yeah 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
I curl me up inside you
Let me hear you through the heat
Oh...

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

But now hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
I curl me up inside you
Let me hear you through the heat
Oh...

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 an unchback in heaven
he is ringing the bells in the church
for the last half an hour
he sound's 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 nosense 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 an unchback in heaven,he's ringing the bells in the church
for the last half an hour
he sound 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 sing 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 trough the sky
in liverpool on sunday
no reasons to even remember you now
except for the boy in the belfry.......

Left Of The Center


if you want me, you can find me
left of the center off of the strip
in the outskirts,in the fringers
in the corner out of the grip

if you want me, you can find me
left of the center off of the strip
in the outskirts,in the fringers
in the corner out of the grip

when they ask me "what are you looking at?"
i always answer "nothing 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 fringers, on the edge
and off the avenue,
and if you want me
you can find me, left of the 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 the center agains the train
if you want me, you can find me
left of the center off of the strip
in the outskirts,in the fringers
in the corner out of the grip

when they ask me "what are you looking at?"
i always answer "nothing 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 fringers, on the edge
and off the avenue,
and if you want me
you can find me, left of the center
wondering about you

and if you want me
you can find me, left of the center
wondering about you
and if you want me
you can find me, left of the center
wondering about you
wondering about you

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 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

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

The Queen and the Soldier


The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door
He said, "I am not fighting for you any more"
The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before
And slowly she let him inside.


He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill
And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill
But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
Only first I am asking you why."


Down in the long narrow hall he was led
Into her rooms with her tapestries red
And she never once took the crown from her head
She asked him there to sit down.


He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young
But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won
And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun
And now will you tell me why?"


The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye
She said, "You won't understand, and you may as well not try"
But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry
But she closed herself up like a fan.


And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread
It cuts me inside, and often I've bled"
He laid his hand then on top of her head
And he bowed her down to the ground.


"Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel
As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed
But I won't march again on your battlefield"
And he took her to the window to see.


And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray
And she wanted more than she ever could say
But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away
And would not look at his face again.


And he said, "I want to live as an honest man
To get all I deserve and to give all I can
And to love a young woman who I don't understand
Your highness, your ways are very strange."


But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break
And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached
She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait
She would only be a moment inside.


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

The rock in my pocket


Excuse me, if I may
turn your attention, my way
One moment, I wont pleed
It isnt much, its what I need..

And whats so small to you
Is so large to me
If its the last thing Ill do
Ill make you see

If you turn to me, you
Darken my sun
Snap that thin thread
I call my horizon
And Id like to remind you
Of something small
That the rock in this pocket
Could cause your fall

And whats so small to you
Is so large to me
If its the last thing Ill do
Ill make you see

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

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
And Instead
I pour the milk

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

Who had died
While he was drinking
He 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

World Before Columbus


if your love were taken from me,
every colour would be black and white
it could be as flat as world before columbus
that's the day that i lose half my sight
if your life were taken from me
all the tree would freeze in this cold ground
it would be as cruel as world before columbus
sail to the edge and i'd be there looking down
those man who lust for land
and for riches strange and new
who love those trinkets of desire
oh they never will have you
and they'll never know the gold
or the copper in your hair
how could they weigh the whort of you so rare
if your love were taken from me
every lights that bright would soon go dim
it would be as dark as the world before columbus
down the waterfall and i'd swim over the brim
those man who lust for land,and for riches strange and new
who love those trinkets of desire,oh they will never have you.