1-е сентября

[lazy_natalia]

А это то, что выложил бы мой брат Витя, если бы он был я, а я была он.

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 count 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 recognize

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 recognize

Institution green
Teach me how to pull the lever
Push the curtain closed
Take what's needed then just
Let me go

Comments

[march-hatter01.livejournal.com]

Гм. Красивая работа. А кто поёт?

[march-hatter01.livejournal.com]

Сюзанн Вега. Судя по музыке, англичанка.
Спасибо за подгон, Наташ. Мне как раз ещё с ночи мучительно хочется новой музыки.

[emma-loy.livejournal.com]

американка :)

[vriad-lee.livejournal.com]

вау - а я всю жизнь считал, что англичанка.

[emma-loy.livejournal.com]

Suzanne Vega was born July 11, 1959 in Santa Monica, California.[1] Her mother, Pat Vega, is a computer systems analyst of German-Swedish heritage. Her father, Richard Peck, is of Scottish-English-Irish extraction. They divorced soon after her birth.[2] Her stepfather, Ed Vega, also known as Edgardo Vega Yunque, was a writer and teacher from Puerto Rico.

Википедия все знает!

[march-hatter01.livejournal.com]

гм. американцы обычно по-другому аранжируют :)
смотри ленту ;)