Graham, are you REALLY the person about whom Suzanne is singing in "In Liverpool"? Of course, us 'Towies (except for a select few who may REALLY be in the know, and assuming Suzanne has ever seen that particular guy again)...well, many of us probably have this burning desire to know EXACTLY WHO that Liverpool-ian/ite/whatever was that inspired this, truly among Vega's best songs, and probably most consistently a "top 5" favorite.

Honestly, this song deserved to be a #1 hit for several weeks. If only...

-M

P.S. YES! Exploring Suzanne's work is a VERY good thing!!! WelCUM aboard!!!

William, I’d love to say I was the mystery Liverpudlian (aka Scouser) boyfriend of Suzanne’s but alas I was not. As I understand it, his name was Andy and they met in a camp in the States, a country I have never visited.

I am confident, however, given the evidence, that the Atlantic Tower is the hotel Suzanne stayed in in April 1990.

In Stockholm on Sunday...

Sometimes we are given a singular chance of travelling in time in our minds, revisiting a particular place that makes a particular sense to us. That place where time stood still.

Arriving is returning home. It is being greeted by the persistent and cold Summer light who's witnessed past memories of ice on the sidewalk, and brittle branches in the air. By the sculptural buildings breathing their wisdom through ancient walls, coffee shops and morning streets. By the singing of the blackbirds in the night dragging me to a past song. By the cobblestones that guide my feet no matter in which part of town.

It's to be homesick, for a town that is not even mine.

To be there is to recognize myself, to let old aromas, images and memories flood my senses. To remember time used to have a meaning, and I used to be have a child's heart in a adult's mind. It is to recognize life itself.

But having waited this long of a winter I fear I only croak and sigh.

This time the streets look down on me, the trees cringe when I pass by, the people look the other way when I approach. There's some sick complicity in the air. The clock has stopped and everything looks the same, but it just takes a closer look to see some tiny differences are there, like imperceptible new wrinkles on a familiar face. And then nothing seems to remain the same anymore. The town mirrors me, and through it I realise it's my face I can no longer recognize anymore. For is it I, not the town, who still tells the same time.

As I fight to turn my back on it and to all the memories still haunting me, ashamed, the town looks the other way. It's frightened. As if it was missing something or someone that it knows it can't have now.

And if it isn't, I certainly am!


In Stockholm on Sunday...
All reasons to still remember you now.

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i'm in gaia, portugal, and it's not even sunday, but your post, jc, made me travel to a "town that is not even mine" either. i'm homesick for minneapolis, a "place where time stood still" for a while, filled with possibilities, and where, after falling and not knowing how to rise up again, i still told the same time, because it was the only way to go on.

here we go, a fall and a rise, again and again, and what's in between.

love,
fátima

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chance is the only thing that doesn't happen by chance

"If you lie on the ground in somebody's arms you'll probably swallow some of their history."

 In a manner of speaking, that's the whole danger of falling in love.  Right there.  The dangerous part is also the wonderful part. 

 

 

 

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The wind kicks up with the smell of rain
The kids are gone but the souls remain

This is one of those SV songs where everything flows together, from the song itself to the mixing to the video. It's about as good as it gets. A complete entity that could have been made yesterday for it's timeless appeal. Anyone I've played the dvd video for says that they just love it. A personal favorite of mine.  

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"The future has a brilliant future in it."