Suzanne Vega
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    Suzanne Vega

    My Name Is Luca

    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
    Osmeh Je Kriva Linija Koja Ispravlja Sve Stvari

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    Odgovor: Suzanne Vega

    Neighborhood Girls

    "We had our
    Neighborhood girl, she
    Used to hang out, in front of
    McKinsey's Bar, and we were
    Interested in her, and her
    Clientele...
    We just wonder where she's gone..."
    "Oh she's gone?"
    "Yes, she's gone, gone, gone."

    "I think you know your
    Neighborhood girl, she
    Lives on my street, now, with
    Eyes of ice
    I've seen her in the morning, when she is
    Walking in the sun
    And I always thought that she
    Looked kind of nice

    She spoke to me once
    At a party, I think
    And I thought at the time
    That she had had too much to drink, because she
    Said to me, `There's a backbone gone
    And I've got to get it back
    Before going on...'

    And your neighborhood girl
    Seems to have resigned
    She was looking out at people
    From the back of her mind
    And before she went off
    She spoke to me again
    She came up and said

    `You have the eyes of a friend
    And there's a razor's edge
    That I have lost somewhere
    And I would like it back
    So if you've seen it anywhere...
    I've been out for a while
    But I'll be back in a bit
    I am just walking through the smoke
    Finding out if this is it
    Because I've got this feeling
    That things are going grey
    And I'd like to hear a straight line
    To help me find my way...'

    I looked at her
    And I did not know waht to say.
    She had long black hair."

    "Must be a different
    Neighborhood girl, cause
    Ours had blonde hair, in front of
    McKinsey's Bar
    And we were interested in her
    And her
    Clientele...
    We just wonder where she's gone..."
    "Oh she's gone?"
    "Yes, she's gone, gone, gone."
    Osmeh Je Kriva Linija Koja Ispravlja Sve Stvari

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    Odgovor: Suzanne Vega

    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
    Instead
    I pour the milk

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

    Who had died
    While he was drinking
    It 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
    Osmeh Je Kriva Linija Koja Ispravlja Sve Stvari

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    Odgovor: Suzanne Vega

    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
    Osmeh Je Kriva Linija Koja Ispravlja Sve Stvari

  5. #5

    Odgovor: Suzanne Vega

    Small Blue Thing

    Today I am
    A small blue thing
    Like a marble
    Or an eye

    With my knees against my mouth
    I am perfectly round
    I am watching you

    I am cold against your skin
    You are perfectly reflected
    I am lost inside your pocket
    I am lost against
    Your fingers

    I am falling down the stairs
    I am skipping on the sidewalk
    I am thrown against 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
    Small blue thing
    Osmeh Je Kriva Linija Koja Ispravlja Sve Stvari

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