Suzanne Nadine Vega (Santa Monica, Califórnia, 11 de julho de 1959) é uma cantora americana. Tornou-se conhecida mundialmente com a canção Luka, presente no álbum Solitude Standing de 1987.
Filha de um escritor porto-riquenho chamado Ed Vega, Suzanne cresceu e viveu grande parte de sua juventude em uma região de Manhattan, Nova York, habitada predominantemente por latinos. Desde pequena seu interesse pela literatura foi notável: escrevia poemas e já arranhava no mundo das artes.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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LANGUAGE (Suzanne Vega) ----------------------- [I learned this from the book _The_Authentic_Guitar_Style_of_Suzanne_Vega_, published by Cherry Lane Music. No guitar-playing Suzanne Vega fan should be without it. Buy it; it's only $12.95, and it has very good transcriptions of eleven songs from Suzanne's first two albums. If your local music store doesn't have it, do a special order or call Hal Leonard (Cherry Lane's distributor) directly; that's how I got it.]
Every chord in this song has exactly four strings in it. Play each chord as an arpeggio of six sixteenth notes (each chord is half of a 12/16 measure.) Here's an example:
A(9)/E G/DCmaj7Bm7Am9GG/FG If language were liquid, it would be rushing in A(9)/E G/DCmaj7Bm7Am9GG/FG Instead here we are, in a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be A(9)/E G/DCmaj7Bm7Am9GG/FG These words are too solid, they don't move fast enough A(9)/E G/DCmaj7Bm7Am9GG/FG/F To catch the blur in the brain that flies by and is gone Esus4Esus4/BEsus4Esus4/BF#m7(4) F#m7(4) G6(9) G6(9) And is gone, and is gone, gone, F#m7(4) F#m7(4) G6(9) G6(9) Asus9 Asus9 Asus9 Asus9 Gone, gone, and is gone
I'd like to meet you in a timeless, placeless place Somewhere out of context and beyond all consequences Let's go back to the building on Little West 12th; it is not far away and the river is there (Words are too solid, they don't move fast enough) And the sun and the spaces are all laying low, and we'll sit in the slience that comes rushing in (To catch the blur in the brain that flies by...) And is gone, and is gone, gone, Gone, gone, and is gone
I won't use words again, they don't mean that I meant, they don't say what I said It's just the crust of the meaning with realms underneath, never touched, never stirred, never even moved through If language were liquid, it would be rushing in A(9)/E G/DCmaj7Bm7Am9GG/FG/F Instead here we are in a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be Esus4Esus4/BEsus4Esus4/BF#m7(4) F#m7(4) G6(9) G6(9) And is gone, gone, F#m7(4) F#m7(4) G6(9) G6(9) Asus9 Asus9 Asus9 Asus9 Gone, gone, and is gone [repeat and fade]