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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Suzanne Vega
Acoustic Guitar
Michael Visceglia
Bass Guitar
Anton Sanko
Synthesizer
Marc Shulman
Electric Guitar
Steve Ferrera
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Suzanne Vega
Songwriter
Michael Visceglia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lenny Kaye
Producer
Steve Addabbo
Producer
Ronald K. Fierstein
Executive Producer
Arthur Zarate
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dan Nash
Assistant Recording Engineer
Geoff Keehn
Assistant Recording Engineer
George Cowan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jeff Lippay
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joe Martin
Assistant Recording Engineer
Marc Desisto
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mark McKenna
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rod O'Brien
Recording Engineer
Shelly Yakus
Mixing Engineer
Letra
If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be
These words are too solid
They don't move fast enough
To catch the blur in the brain
That flies by and is gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
I'd like to meet you
In a timeless, placeless place
Somewhere out of context
And beyond all consequences
Let's go back to the building
(Words are too solid)
On Little West Twelfth
It is not far away
(They don't move fast enough)
And the river is there
And the sun and the spaces
Are all laying low
(To catch the blur in the brain)
And we'll sit in the silence
(That flies by and is)
That comes rushing in and is
Gone (Gone)
I won't use words again
They don't mean what I meant
They don't say what I said
They're just the crust of the meaning
With realms underneath
Never touched
Never stirred
Never even moved through
If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be
And is gone
Gone
Gone
And is gone
Writer(s): Suzanne Vega, Michael Visceglia
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