Suzanne Vega Instant Of The Hour After

That’s enough. Out of you.

Tonight. My darling.

This show is over for now.

The monkey is dead.

I detest all this drunken brawling.

Now let’s see if you can make it into this bed.

How I love you. How I loathe you.

It’s a sharp, quick love. I feel. My darling.

You’re not as drunk as you seem. So why pretend.

On your cheek, that sweet shadow falling.

The pulse in your neck, how I’ll know it, right to the end.

How I love you. How I loathe you.

All you can say is:

“Reverberating vacuity.”

“Lousy simile.”

“Vacant majesty.”

In the instant of the hour after.

But right now. It’s you and me.

My darling.

Trapped here inside of this bottle, drowning like flies.

When the frenzy’s over.

We’re crawling.

Specimens. Spent and exhausted,

We press to the sides.

How I love you. How I loathe you.

Suzanne Vega Fifty-Fifty Chance

50-50 chance

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?

Suzanne Vega Birth-Day

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

strip and find the place to kneel

I wait to meet my love made real

one thing I know

this day will go

don’t touch don’t talk crawl the wall

she’s the ticket to the future don’t listen down the hall

you can say your prayer to the head of this bed

when it begins at your knees and goes right to your head

birth-day

strap me down from wrist to heel

I wait to meet my love made real

one thing I know

this day will go

shake all over like an old sick dog

there’s a needle here needle there tremble in the fog

it’s a tight squeeze vice grip ice and fire

she’s a hot little treasure and the wave goes higher

birth-day [X2]

Suzanne Vega Annemarie

I saw your face

I’d knew you’d haunt me

For all… of my life.

Rising above me.

If you could want me, I’d be

No man’s wife.

Everyone sees you

Everyone knows you

How can I possibly compare?

Who could attain you, with

All of your pain, who could

Possibly hold one so fair?

Terror, pity, love.

Annemarie.

Brilliant and stormy

Her perfect beauty

She moves through the world. With

Money and family

She glitters with trouble she’s that

Kind of girl

Everyone wants you

Everyone loves you

How can I possibly compete?

Who can explain you

With all of your pain, who

Could possibly make you complet

Terror pity love.

Annemarie.

If I could see God

His face would be sacred

Like yours… Annemarie

But God’s face is hidden and

Your face is suddenly

All I can see

Everyone worships you

Everyone needs you

How can I possibly complain?

Who will contain you,

With all of your pain, could I

Gather up all that you remain?

Terror pity love.

Annemarie.

Suzanne Vega As You Are Now

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

Suzanne Vega Freeze Tag

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

Scattering in the park

In the tickling

And the trembling

Of freeze tag

In the dark

We play that we’re actors

On a movie screen

I will be Dietrich

And you can be Dean

You stand

With your hand

In your pocket

And lean against the wall

You will be Bogart

And I will be

Bacall

And we can only say yes now

To the sky, to the street, to the night

Slow fade now to black

Play me one more game

Of chivalry

You and me

Do you see

where I’ve been hiding

In this hide-and-seek?

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

Wintertime

Wintertime

We can only say yes now

To the sky, to the street, to the night

We can only say yes now

To the sky, to the street, to the night