Suzanne Vega - Close-Up Vol. 1, Love Songs [compilation] (2010) by Suzanne Vega (보컬) on maniadb.com

Today i am a small blue thing Like a marble or an eye With my knees aginst my mouth I am perectly round I am watching you I am cold aginst your skin You are perfectly reflected Iam lost inside your pocket I am lost against Your fingers I am falling down the stairs I am skipping on the sidewalk I am throwm aginst 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 I am cold aginst your skin You are perfectly reflected Iam lost inside your pocket I am lost against Your fingers I am falling down the stairs I am skipping on the sidewalk I am throwm aginst 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 Like a marble or an eye I am cool and smooth and curious I never blink I am turning in your hand Turning in your hand Turning in your hand Turning in your hand Small blue thing Turning in your hand Turning in your hand

It won't do
To dream of caramel,
To think of cinnamon
And long for you.

It won't 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 don't know
How I would live with myself,
What I'd forgive of myself
If you don't 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 don't know
What I would give of myself,
How I would live with myself,
If you don't go.

It won't do
To dream of caramel,
To think of cinnamon
And long for you.

If you were in my movie Small black bag I'd have you as the doctor And a big black coat I'd have you make a house call You could lay your To the woman Diagnostic hand Upon her belly and her throat You could be the detective If you were in my movie With a question on your lip You could sit behind the desk Examine her for motive Investigate the scene In the ever present danger Keep the holster at your hip If you were in my movie If you were in my movie If you were in my movie If you were in my movie You could be the priest Long black frock You could come to the confession White collar at the neck Keep her body in check You could save her from her passion You could give a girl a thrill If you were in my movie If you were in my movie If you were in my movie If you were in my movie Double-breasted pinstriped You could be the gangster Go running down the alley Man with the cigarette With a double-crossing blond Explaining to the jury That you hadn't done anything yet If you were in my movie...

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
Oh Oh

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
Oh 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 I hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you
through the heat
Oh Oh

Even if I am in love with you
All this to say, what's it to you?
Of the fingerprints on me from you
Observe the blood, the rose tattoo
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
I'm fighting things I cannot see
But the only soldier now is me
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 shot with the sawdust strewn
"Don't give away the goods too soon"
And I tried so hard to resist
Is what she might have told me
And reminded me of the night we kissed
And of why I should be leaving
When you held me in your handsome fist
Marlene watches from the wall
Of every man who's been here
Her mocking smile says it all
As the records the rise and fall
But the only one here now is me
I think it's called my destiny
I'm fighting things I cannot see
That I am changing
Marlene on the wall

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

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

[Chorus]

And so you go
No girl could say no
To you

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?

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]

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.

The sign said "Headshots"
And that was all,
A picture of a boy
And a number you could call,
Two eyes in the shade
A mouth so sad and small,
It's strange the way a shadow
Can fall across the wall,
And make the difference
In what you see
Ah...

He's just a poster, but
He's everywhere,
A face under a street lamp
Ripped and hanging in the air,
Turn the corner
And he's still there,
Watching all the people
Who are passing unaware,
Is there a judgement
In what he sees?
Ah...

On a day
As cold
And gray
As today...


The sign says "Headshots"
It's all I see,
A boy becomes a picture
Of guilt and sympathy,
And so I think of you
In memory
Of the days we were together,
And I knew that you loved me
That was the difference
In what we see,
But that's history...
Ah...

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

I don't care for tights, she says
and does not tell me why
revealing one brown thigh

She hikes her skirt above her knee
I see, I say, and wonder at
her slender little fingers
the threads of recent slumbers
How cleverly they pull upon
and passion does begin?

Do you know where friendship ends
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
told me I had no chance
But something in the way she laughed
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

So I'm assigned to read her mind, now
but it will never flower

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
It's between the binding
the way out on the way in) --
of her stockings and her skin.
(oh yeah

If I had met you on some journey
Where would we be now
If we had met some eastbound train
Would you have worn your silken robes
Would I have dressed in smoke and fire
Through some black sleeping town
All made of royal blue?
For you to see through?
Where p

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.