Suzanne Vega Gypsy

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…

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…

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

Oh, hold me like a baby…

Suzanne Vega Don’t Uncork What You Can’t Contain

A man finds a bottle on the bottom shelf

Forgotten and covered in dust

The label is already half worn off

Still, open it up he must.

As the corkscrew into the cork it goes

He hears the weird refrain,

“Do you what you like, but never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain

Do what you like but never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain.”

Pandora had a pretty little box,

Wisely she kept it hid

Until one day she couldn’t resist

Playing around with the lid

As the demons flew and the shadows grew

This song went around her brain:

“You can do what you like but never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain,

You can do what you like but never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain.”

As the demons flew and the shadows grew

This song went around her brain:

“You can do what you like but never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain.”

Macklemore went to the thrift shop

Looking to pop some tags

Found an ancient oil lamp

Hidden among the rags

So he picked it up and he rubbed it down

Thought he’d gone insane

Cause a genie flew out, singing “Never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain”

Genie flew out, singing “Never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain”

He picked it up and he rubbed it down

Thought he’d gone insane

Cause the genie flew out singing “Never uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain.”

But sometimes though you have to

Let out what you’re keeping inside

If you keep it all in, your head will spin

And your mouth is all tongue tied

You’ve got to find the way to say what you say

And get it down on the page

Or the stage

It’s the cage for that tiger rage that you can’t contain

Yes the page and the stage is the cage for that tiger rage

That you can’t contain, for real

The page and the stage is the cage

For that tiger rage, what it is that you feel

So, do what you like but you better uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain

Do what you like but you better uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain

Cause the page and the stage is the cage

For that tiger rage that’ll cause you pain

Do what you like but you better uncork

Uncork what you can’t contain

Suzanne Vega Harbor Song

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.

Suzanne Vega Horizon

There is a road

Beyond this one

It’s called the path

We don’t yet take

I can feel how it longs

To be entered upon

It calls to me with a cry

And an ache

As we go along this one

And we live the way we do

Love pulls us on to that

Distant horizon so true.

I knew a man

He lived in jail

And his tale

Is often told

He dreamed of that line that he

Called the divine

And when he was free

He led his country

Yes he taught the way of love

And he lived in that way too

Love pulled him on to that

Distant horizon so true.

There is a road beyond this one

Called the path we don’t yet take

I can feel how it longs to be entered upon

It calls to me with a cry and an ache

As we go along this one

And we live the way we do

Love pulls us on to that distant horizon

Love pulled him on to that perfect horizon

Love pulls us on to that distant horizon

So true.

Suzanne Vega Book Of Dreams

In my book of dreams [X3]

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

Healed the hole that ripped in living

In my book of dreams [X3]

The spine is bound to last a life

Tough enough to take the pounding

Pages made of days of open hand

In my book of dreams [X3]

Number every page in silver

Underline in magic marker

Take the name of every prisoner

Yours is there my word of honor

I took your urgent whisper

Stole the arc of a white wing

Rode like foam on the river of pity

Healed the hole that ripped in living

In my book of dreams [X3]

Suzanne Vega In Liverpool

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

Except for the boy in the belfry

He’s crazy, he’s throwing himself

Down from the top of the tower

Like a hunchback in heaven

He’s ringing the bells in the church

For the last half an hour

He sounds like he’s missing something

Or someone that he knows he can’t

Have now and if he isn’t

I certainly am

Homesick for a clock

That told the same time

sometimes you made no sense to me

if you lie on the ground

in somebody’s arms

you’ll probably swallow some of their history

And the boy in the belfry

He’s crazy, he’s throwing himself

Down from the top of the tower

Like a hunchback in heaven

He’s ringing the bells in the church

For the last half an hour

He sounds like he’s missing something

Or someone that he knows he can’t

Have now and if he isn’t

I certainly am

I’ll be the girl who sings for my supper

You’ll be the monk whose forehead is high

He’ll be the man who’s already working

Spreading a memory all through the sky

In Liverpool

On Sunday

No reason to even remember you now

Except for the boy in the belfry

He’s crazy, he’s throwing himself

Down from the top of the tower

Like a hunchback in heaven

He’s ringing the bells in the church

For the last half an hour

He sounds like he’s missing something

Or someone that he knows he can’t

Have now and if he isn’t

I certainly am

In Liverpool [X2]

Suzanne Vega Institution Green

Institution green

The walls are cracked and dim

And we are standing in a line

Waiting for our faces to be seen

Institution green

Watch the floor and cound the hours

None will meet my eyes

Private people in this public place

I wonder if they’ll take a look

Find my name inside that book

Lose me on the printed page

Where to point the aimless rage

I cast my vote upon this earth

Take my place for what it’s worth

Hunger for a pair of eyes

To notice and to regognize

Institution green

A woman stands behind a table

She will call my name

After that I’ll be admitted in

I wonder if she’ll take a look

Find my name inside that book

Lose me on the printed page

Where to point the aimless rage

I cast my vote upon this earth

Take my place for what it’s worth

Hunger for a pair of eyes

To notice and to regognize

Institution green

Teach me how to pull the lever

Push the curtain closed

Take what’s needed then just

Let me go

Suzanne Vega Fat Man & Dancing Girl

I stand in a wide flat land

No shadow or shade of a doubt

Whore the megaphone man

Met the girl with her hand that’s

Covering most of her mouth

Fall in love with a bright idea

And the way a world is revealed to you

Fat man and dancing girl

And most of the show is concealed from view

Monkey in the middle

Keeps singing that tune

I don’t want to hear it

Get rid of it soon

MC on the stage tonight

Is a man named Billy Purl

He’s The International Fun Boy

And he knows the worth of beautiful girl

Stand on the tightrope

Never dreamed I would fall

Monkey in the middle

Keeps doing that trick

It’s making me nervous

Get rid of it quick

I stand in a wide flat land

No shadow or shade of a doubt

Where the megaphone man

Met the girl with her hand

That’s covering most of her mouth

Does she tell the truth?

Does she hide the lie?

Does she say it so no one can know?

Fat man and the dancing girl

And it’s all part of the show

Stand on the tightrope

Never dreamed I could fall

Monkey in the middle

Keeps singing that tune

I don’t want to hear it

Get rid of it soon

Monkey in the middle

Keeps doing that trick

It’s making me nervous

Get rid of it quick

Suzanne Vega Blood Makes Noise

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

But blood makes noise

It’s a ringing in my ear

Blood makes noise

And I can’t really hear you

In the thickening of fear

I think that you might want to know

The details and the facts

But there’s something in my blood

Denies the memory of the acts

So just forget it Doc.

I think it’s really

Cool that you’re concerned

But we’ll have to try again

After the silence has returned

Cause blood makes noise

It’s a ringing in my ear

Blood makes noise

And I can’t really hear you

In the thickening of fear

Blood makes noise…

Suzanne Vega Big Space

He said you stand in your own shoes

I said I’d rather stand in someone else’s

He said you look from your direction

I said I like to keep perspective

Close to the middle of the network

It seems we’re looking for a center

What if it turns out to be hollow?

We could be fixing what is broken

Between the pen and the paperwork

There must be passion in the language

Between the muscle and the brain work

There must be feeling in the pipeline

Beyond the duty and the discipline

I know there’s anger in a cold place

All feelings fall into the big space

Swept up like garbage on the week-end

Between the pen and the paperwork

There must be passion in the language

Between the muscle and the brain work

There must be feeling in the pipeline

All feeling

Falls into the big space

All feeling

Swept into the

Avenues of angles

Between the pen and the paperwork

I’m sure there’s passion in the language

Between the muscle and the brain work

I know there’s feeling in the pipeline