Suzanne Vega, cantante y compositora, nació el 11 de julio de 1959 en Santa Mónica, Los Ángeles, California.
A los dos años de edad, se trasladó con su familia a Nueva York. Se crió en el barrio hispano de Harlem; a los nueve años escribió su primer poema y con catorce empezó a componer canciones. Cursó estudios de danza contemporánea y frecuentó los clubes de Greenwich Village mientras asistía a clases de literatura en la escuela de arte Barnard College.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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STRAIGHT LINES (Suzanne Vega) ----------------------------- [It was next-to-impossible to accurately depict the timing, but it should be obvious if you've heard the song. Ds4 is actually Dsus4, and Ds9 is Dsus9.]
DD - Ds4D Ds9 - D - Ds4 [intro] D Ds9 - D - Ds4D Ds9 - D - Ds4 [intro]
Ds9 - D - Ds4 Ds9 - D - Ds4 There's a sound across the alley Ds9 - D - Ds4 Ds9 - D - Ds4 Of cold metal touching skin D Ds9 - D - Ds4D Ds9 - D - Ds4 And you can see if you look in her window D Ds9 - D - Ds4D Ds9 - D - Ds4 That she has gone and cut her hair again
D Ds9 - D - Ds4D Ds9 - D - Ds4 In straight lines D Ds9 - D - Ds4D Ds9 - D - Ds4 Straaaaaight lines
EbF Those soft golden lights in the morning EbF Are now on her wooden floor EbF The wind has swept them through the apartment, she won't need them GmFEbDs4 Anymore, anymore, anymore
She's cut down on her lovers Though she still dreams of them at night She's growing straight lines where once were flowers She is streamlined, she is taking the shade down from the light
To see the straight lines Straaaaaight lines
She wants to cut through the circles That she has lived in before She wants to finally kill the delusions, she won't need them Anymore, anymore, anymore
There's a sound across the alley Of cold metal too close to the bone And you can see if you look in her window The face of a woman finally alone