Luka
Suzanne Vega's classic Luka is such an addictive and catchy tune and although I've liked it for years and years, I never really ever reflected on the lyrics being particularly about domestic violence until quite recently. I found this terrific description made by a critic of the song: the 'happy' music is a metaphorical denial, making this seem beautiful and serene while discussing something terrible and devastating. It is a wonderful use of tune as a metaphor for how many abuse victims also deny their abuse, and is a profound classic.
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If 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 was
I 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 proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
Yes I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
Well, 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 thrown
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Postat av: Jasna
When i read the title "Luka" I started to sing Suzanne Vega's song :) i love love love it! Allways makes me very happy!
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