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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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