I would like to tell you about yet another famous song with an interesting background
story. This time I chose “My name is Luka” by Suzanne Vega, a catchy
tune that seems to spread joy and happiness, but by taking a closer look
at the lyrics you realize that it is actually a very sad song about a
big issue.
Suzanne Vega released her highest-charting hit
“Luka” in 1987. It was one of the earliest songs that dealt with child
abuse and domestic violence. Contrary to the sad topic, the music is
quite lively and joyful and revokes feelings of happiness. This was made
on purpose and is supposed to be a metaphor for all the victims of
child abuse and domestic violence, who often tend to deny their abuse.
Suzanne Vega once said about her song: “A
few years ago, I used to see this group of children playing in front of
my building, and there was one of them, whose name was Luka, who seemed
a little bit distinctive from the other children. I always remembered
his name, and I always remembered his face, and I didn't know much about
him, but he just seemed set apart from these other children that I
would see playing. And his character is what I based the song Luka on.
In the song, the boy Luka is an abused child—in real life I don't think he was. I think he was just different.”
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 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
You just don't argue anymore
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
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
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
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
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
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 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
You just don't argue anymore
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
You just don't argue anymore
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