Cover di Days of Open Hand

Days of Open Hand
Album - 17 aprile 1990 - Debaser id 10504

di Suzanne Vega

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Tired of Sleeping (04:23)
Suzanne Vega • Days of Open Hand
Oh Mom, the dreams are not so bad
It's just that there's so much to do
And I'm tired of sleeping

Oh Mom, the old man is telling me something
His eyes are wide and his mouth is thin
And I just can't hear what he's saying

Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking
It's just that there's so much to do
And I'm tired of sleeping

Oh Mom, the kids are playing in pennies
They're up to their knees in money
And the dirt of the churchyard steps

Oh Mom, that man he ripped out his lining
He tore out a piece of his body
To show us his "clean quilted heart"

Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking
It's just that there's so much to do
And I'm tired of sleeping

Oh Mom, the bird on the string is hanging
Her bones are twisting and dancing
She's fighting for her small life

Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking
It's just that there's so much to do
And I'm tired of sleeping

Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking
It's just that there's so much to do
And I'm tired of sleeping
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Book of Dreams (03:23)
Suzanne Vega • Days of Open Hand
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
Healed the hole that ripped in living


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


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
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams


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
In my book of dreams
In my book of dreams
Il tuo voto:
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Big Space (03:47)
Suzanne Vega • Days of Open Hand
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
Il tuo voto:
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Fifty-Fifty Chance (02:36)
Suzanne Vega • Days of Open Hand
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?
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