There's perhaps an ever more powerful song about child abuse that is coming later in our feature. This one certainly raised consciousness about the evil act by helping us realize that the victim might be as close as upstairs. Suzanne Vega is spotlighted today with "Luka".
Words and Music by Suzanne Vega
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 (3x)
I think it's 'cause 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 (3x)
Yes 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 thrown
Just don't ask me how i am (3x)
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(3x)
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore (3x)
"Luka"
by Suzanne Vega
Words and Music by Suzanne Vega
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 (3x)
I think it's 'cause 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 (3x)
Yes 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 thrown
Just don't ask me how i am (3x)
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(3x)
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore (3x)
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