Suzanne Vega - - Beauty & Crime (2007) by Suzanne Vega (보컬) on maniadb.com

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?

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

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.

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

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

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