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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,

New York City spread herself before you
With her bangles and her spangles and her stars
You were impressed with the 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 27th floor above the midtown roar

I knew a plant
Whose roots were bound
And returned
Into the ground

Every day
I watched it grow
Every day

01. Tom’s Diner (solo)
02. Marlena On The Wall
03. Ludlow Street
04. New York Is A Woman
05. Caramel
06. Frank and Ava
07. Gypsy
08. (I’ll Never Be Your) Maggie May

99.9 Fahrenheit degrees
Stable now, with 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
0n the verge of burning

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

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

As a child
You have a doll
You see this doll
Sitting in her chair

You watch her face
Her knees apart
Her eyes of glass

You make a really good girl
As girls go
Still kind of look like a guy
I never thought to wonder why

If I could pull this off
Would I know for certain
The real situation

Mother the doctor knows something is wrong
Cause my body has strange information
He's looked in my eyes and knows I'm not a child
But he doesn't dare ask the right question

Mother my friends are no longer my friends
And the games we once played have no meaning
I've gone serious and shy and they can't figure why

One thing I know
This pain will go

Step through all that's left to feel
I wait to meet my love made real

Don't move, don't touch
Don't talk so much

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
Shouting through the roar
And I'd like to give the information
You're asking for

When blood sees blood
Of its own
It sings to see itself again
It sings to hear the voice it's known
It sings to recognize the face

One body split and passed along the line
From the shoulder to the hip

In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams

I took your urgent whisper
Stole the arc of a white wing
Rode like foam on the river of pity
Turned its tide to strength

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

My name is Calypso
And I have lived alone
I live on an island
And I waken to the dawn
A long time ago
I watched him struggle with the sea
I knew that he was drowning
And I brought him into me

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

Suzanne Vega
Released: May 1985
Recorded: January - March 1985
All songs written by Suzanne Vega

It's a one time thing
It just happens
A lot

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

The doctor said In the cardiac room As she's lying in bed There's a pan on the floor Filled with something black I need to know I'm afraid to ask I hug you I hum to you I've come to you I touch you I tell you I love you I sing to you Bring to you Anything Her little heart It beats so fast Her body trembles With the effort to last I hug you I hum to you I've come to you I touch you I tell you I love you I sing to you Bring to you Anything She's going home Tomorrow at ten The question is Will she try it again?

We go to the playground
In the wintertime
The sun is fading fast
Upon the slides into the past
Upon the swings of indecision
In the wintertime

In the dimming diamonds

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

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

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,

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

If you were to kill me now right here
I would still look you in the eye
And I would burn myself into your memory
As long as you were still alive

I would live inside of you
I'd make you wear me like a scar
And I would burn myself

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

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

If you want me

You can find me

Left of center

Off of the strip

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

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

Men in a war
If they've lost a limb
Still feel that limb
As they did before

He lay on a cot
He was drenched in a sweat
He was mute and staring

My favorite plum
hangs so far from me
See how it sleeps
and hear how it calls to me
See how the flesh
presses the skin,
It must be bursting
with secrets within,

Suzanne Vega
Released: May 1985
Recorded: January - March 1985
All songs written by Suzanne Vega

'we had our
Neighborhood girl, she
Used to hang out, in front of

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Ante up. and dont be shy.

Who is that man who is catching my eye?

Whats underneath all of the deadpan face?

Once I stood alone so proud
held myself above the crowd
now i am low on the ground.

From here i look around to see
what avenues belong to me
I can't tell what ive found.

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

Somewhere in a room
With a poster on a wall
Of a man with his hand
In a fist

Is a woman who's drinking
And her dress is so tight
You can see every breath

Do you remember how you walked with me
down the street into the square?
How the women selling rosemary
pressed the branches to your chest,
promised luck and all the rest,
and put their fingers in your hair?

I had met you just the day before,

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

Soap and Water

Soap and water
Take the day from my hand
Scrub the salt from my stinging skin
Slip me loose of this wedding band

Soap and water

Solitude Standing

Solitude stands by the window
She turns her head as I walk in the room
I can see by her eyes she's been waiting
Standing in the slant of the late afternoon

And she turns to me with her hand extended

The reproach on 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 don’t care for tights, she says
And does not tell me why
She hikes her skirt above her knee
Revealing one brown thigh

I see, I say, and wonder at
Her slender little fingers
How cleverly they pull upon

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

He is not my friend, but he is with me
Like a shadow is with a foot that falls
His hand is on my back when I step from the sidewalk
Or when I'm walking down these darkened halls

He's the Thin Man
With a date for me
To arrive at some point

Oh mom, the dreams are not so bad

Its just that theres so much to do

And Im tired of sleeping

Oh mom, the old man is telling me something

I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner

I am waiting
At the counter
For the man

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 fils it in 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 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

I knew a plant
Whose roots were bound
And returned
Into the ground

Every day
I watched it grow
Every day

If your love were taken from me
Every color would be black and white
It would be as flat as the world before Columbus
That's the day that I lose half my sight

If your life were taken from me
All the trees would freeze in this cold ground
It would be as cruel as the world before Columbus