Suzanne Vega Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) - Sayfa 4

**Prenses** · 31.08.08, 05:00

Institution Green

Institution green
The walls are cracked and dim
And we are standing in a line
Waiting for our faces to be seen

Institution green
Watch the floor and cound the hours
None will meet my eyes
Private people in this public place

I wonder if they'll take a look
Find my name inside that book
Lose me on the printed page
Where to point the aimless rage

I cast my vote upon this earth
Take my place for what it's worth
Hunger for a pair of eyes
To notice and to regognize

Institution green
A woman stands behind a table
She will call my name
After that I'll be admitted in

I wonder if she'll take a look
Find my name inside that book
Lose me on the printed page
Where to point the aimless rage

I cast my vote upon this earth
Take my place for what it's worth
Hunger for a pair of eyes
To notice and to regognize

Institution green
Teach me how to pull the lever
Push the curtain closed
Take what's needed then just
Let me go...

Suzanne Vega

**Prenses** · 31.08.08, 05:01

Ironbound & Fancy Poultry

In the ironbound section near Avenue L
where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell
the clouds so low the morning so slow
as the wires cut through the sky

The beams and bridges cut the light on the ground
into little triangles and the rails run round
through the rust and the heat
the light and sweet coffee color of her skin

Bound up in wire and fate
watching her walk him up to the gate
in front of the ironbound school yard.

Kids will grow like weeds on a fence
She says they look for the light they try to make sense.
They come up through the cracks
Like grass on the tracks
She touches him goodbye.

Steps off the curb and into the street
the blood and feathers near her feet
into the ironbound market

In the ironbound section near Avenue L
where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell
the clouds so low the morning so slow
as the wires cut through the sky

She stops at the stall
fingers the ring
opens her purse
feels a longing
away from the ironbound border

"Fancy poulty parts sold here.
Breasts and thighs and hearts.
Backs are cheap and wings are nearly free.
Nearly free"

Suzanne Vega

**Prenses** · 31.08.08, 05:03

It Makes Me Wonder

The virgin mary on a chain
Has hit me in the mouth again
As we explore the carnal score
Of sacred and profane

Sulky boy won't drink his milk
Mothers breast beneath the silk
Remains untouched it's way too much
Reject all of that ilk

I have to say it makes me wonder
İf you are holding me
To the same blue flame that you are under
I feel you scolding me

Your virgin mary's in the way
Hallucinate her face by day
Obscure the view in front of you
İt's me here made of clay

You're playing near that line so thin,
Austerity? or just give in
To endless appetite,
Embrace that white oblivion?

I have to say it makes me wonder
İf you are holding me
To the same blue flame that you are under
I feel you scolding me

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
İf you were holding me
To that cold blue flame that you are under
When you were holding me...

Suzanne Vega

**Prenses** · 31.08.08, 05:04

Knight Moves

Watch while the queen
In one false move
Turns herself into a pawn

Sleepy and shaken
And watching whlie the blurry night
Turns into a verry clear dawn

Do you love any, do you love none
Do you love many, can you love one
Do you love me?
Do you love any, do you love none
Do you love twenty, can you love one
Do you love me?

One false move
And a secret prophecy
Well, if you hold it against her
First hold it up and see
That it`s one side stone
One side fire
Standing alon among all men`s desire
(they want to know)

Do you love ...

And if you wonder
What I am doing
As I am heading
For the sink
I am spitting out all the bitterness
Along with half of my last drink
I am thinking
Of your woman
Who is crying in the hall
It`s like drinking gasolinne
To quench a thirst
Until there`s nothing there left at all

Do you love ...

"Walk on her blind side"
Was the answer to the joke
It`s said there isn`t a political bone
In her body

She would rather be a riddle
But she keeps challenging the future
With a profound lack of history

Do you love ...

And watch while the queen
In a false move
Turns herself into a pawn

Sleepy and shaken
And watching while the blurry night
Turns into a very clear dawn

Do you love me?

Suzanne Vega

**Prenses** · 31.08.08, 05:04

Language

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...

Suzanne Vega

**Prenses** · 31.08.08, 05:06

Last Year's Troubles

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

Last year's troubles

But trouble is still trouble and evil still evil
Sometimes we wonder; is there more now, or less?
İf we had a tool or could tally the handfuls
Measure for measure it's the same would be my guess...

Suzanne Vega

**Prenses** · 31.08.08, 05:07

Lolita

Lolita
Almost grown
Lolita
Go on home

Hey girl
Don't be a dog all your life
Don't beg for
Some little crumb of affection

Don't try
To be somebody's wife
So young
You need a word of protection

Lolita
Almost grown
Lolita
Go on home

Hey girl
I've been where you are standing
Leaning in the doorway
In your mother's black dress

So hungry
For the one understanding
Looking for a token of
Blood or tenderness

Lolita
Almost grown
Lolita
Go on home

Lolita...

Suzanne Vega

**Prenses** · 31.08.08, 05:08

Ludlow Street

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 nicotene.

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...

Suzanne Vega

**Prenses** · 31.08.08, 05:16

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...

Suzanne Vega

**Prenses** · 31.08.08, 05:17

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 the 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's 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 the 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...

Suzanne Vega

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31.08.08, 05:00	#31 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Institution Green Institution Green Institution green The walls are cracked and dim And we are standing in a line Waiting for our faces to be seen Institution green Watch the floor and cound the hours None will meet my eyes Private people in this public place I wonder if they'll take a look Find my name inside that book Lose me on the printed page Where to point the aimless rage I cast my vote upon this earth Take my place for what it's worth Hunger for a pair of eyes To notice and to regognize Institution green A woman stands behind a table She will call my name After that I'll be admitted in I wonder if she'll take a look Find my name inside that book Lose me on the printed page Where to point the aimless rage I cast my vote upon this earth Take my place for what it's worth Hunger for a pair of eyes To notice and to regognize Institution green Teach me how to pull the lever Push the curtain closed Take what's needed then just Let me go... Suzanne Vega

31.08.08, 05:01	#32 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Ironbound & Fancy Poultry Ironbound & Fancy Poultry In the ironbound section near Avenue L where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell the clouds so low the morning so slow as the wires cut through the sky The beams and bridges cut the light on the ground into little triangles and the rails run round through the rust and the heat the light and sweet coffee color of her skin Bound up in wire and fate watching her walk him up to the gate in front of the ironbound school yard. Kids will grow like weeds on a fence She says they look for the light they try to make sense. They come up through the cracks Like grass on the tracks She touches him goodbye. Steps off the curb and into the street the blood and feathers near her feet into the ironbound market In the ironbound section near Avenue L where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell the clouds so low the morning so slow as the wires cut through the sky She stops at the stall fingers the ring opens her purse feels a longing away from the ironbound border "Fancy poulty parts sold here. Breasts and thighs and hearts. Backs are cheap and wings are nearly free. Nearly free" Suzanne Vega

31.08.08, 05:03	#33 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	It Makes Me Wonder It Makes Me Wonder The virgin mary on a chain Has hit me in the mouth again As we explore the carnal score Of sacred and profane Sulky boy won't drink his milk Mothers breast beneath the silk Remains untouched it's way too much Reject all of that ilk I have to say it makes me wonder İf you are holding me To the same blue flame that you are under I feel you scolding me Your virgin mary's in the way Hallucinate her face by day Obscure the view in front of you İt's me here made of clay You're playing near that line so thin, Austerity? or just give in To endless appetite, Embrace that white oblivion? I have to say it makes me wonder İf you are holding me To the same blue flame that you are under I feel you scolding me 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 İf you were holding me To that cold blue flame that you are under When you were holding me... Suzanne Vega

31.08.08, 05:04	#34 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Knight Moves Knight Moves Watch while the queen In one false move Turns herself into a pawn Sleepy and shaken And watching whlie the blurry night Turns into a verry clear dawn Do you love any, do you love none Do you love many, can you love one Do you love me? Do you love any, do you love none Do you love twenty, can you love one Do you love me? One false move And a secret prophecy Well, if you hold it against her First hold it up and see That it`s one side stone One side fire Standing alon among all men`s desire (they want to know) Do you love ... And if you wonder What I am doing As I am heading For the sink I am spitting out all the bitterness Along with half of my last drink I am thinking Of your woman Who is crying in the hall It`s like drinking gasolinne To quench a thirst Until there`s nothing there left at all Do you love ... "Walk on her blind side" Was the answer to the joke It`s said there isn`t a political bone In her body She would rather be a riddle But she keeps challenging the future With a profound lack of history Do you love ... And watch while the queen In a false move Turns herself into a pawn Sleepy and shaken And watching while the blurry night Turns into a very clear dawn Do you love me? Suzanne Vega

31.08.08, 05:04	#35 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Language Language 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... Suzanne Vega

31.08.08, 05:06	#36 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Last Year's Troubles Last Year's Troubles 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 Last year's troubles But trouble is still trouble and evil still evil Sometimes we wonder; is there more now, or less? İf we had a tool or could tally the handfuls Measure for measure it's the same would be my guess... Suzanne Vega

31.08.08, 05:07	#37 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Lolita Lolita Lolita Almost grown Lolita Go on home Hey girl Don't be a dog all your life Don't beg for Some little crumb of affection Don't try To be somebody's wife So young You need a word of protection Lolita Almost grown Lolita Go on home Hey girl I've been where you are standing Leaning in the doorway In your mother's black dress So hungry For the one understanding Looking for a token of Blood or tenderness Lolita Almost grown Lolita Go on home Lolita... Suzanne Vega

31.08.08, 05:08	#38 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Ludlow Street Ludlow Street 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 nicotene. 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... Suzanne Vega

31.08.08, 05:16	#39 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Machine Ballerina 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... Suzanne Vega

31.08.08, 05:17	#40 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Marlene On The Wall 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 the 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's 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 the 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... Suzanne Vega

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