Luka, Suzanne Vega
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you’ve seen me beforeIf you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it wasI think it’s because I’m clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it’s because I’m crazy
I try not to act too proudThey only hit until you cry
After that you don’t ask why
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymoreYes I think I’m okay
I walked into the door again
If you ask that’s what I’ll say
And it’s not your business anyway
I guess I’d like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrownJust don’t ask me how I am
Just don’t ask me how I am
Just don’t ask me how I amMy name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you’ve seen me beforeIf you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it wasAnd they only hit until you cry
After that, you don’t ask why
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
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WOW! This song really tell the story, huh? It is so poignant. I think Luka needs someone to come save her, and tell her she is more than what she is subjected to. She needs love and kindness not abuse.
How many people do we pass on the street or in our cars, that live in such a situation ass this? I dare say it is too many. Too many have to deal with physical and mental abuse in our world. We should try our best to help and notice it.
Enough said.
Take a listen.
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MwsR<3
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