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I work for MessageLabs [messagelabs.com] in Toronto, ON, Canada. I write spam filters, MTA software, high performance network software, string matching algorithms, and other cool stuff mostly in Perl and C.

Journal of Matts (1087)

Sunday April 06, 2003
05:00 AM

Poetry

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My wife was singing this yesterday.

                The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door
                He said, "I am not fighting for you any more"
                The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before
                And slowly she let him inside.

                He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill
                And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill
                But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
                Only first I am asking you why."

                Down in the long narrow hall he was led
                Into her rooms with her tapestries red
                And she never once took the crown from her head
                She asked him there to sit down.

                He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young
                But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won
                And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun
                And now will you tell me why?"

                The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye
                She said, "You won't understand, and you may as well not try"
                But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry
                But she closed herself up like a fan.

                And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread
                It cuts me inside, and often I've bled"
                He laid his hand then on top of her head
                And he bowed her down to the ground.

                "Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel
                As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed
                But I won't march again on your battlefield"
                And he took her to the window to see.

                And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray
                And she wanted more than she ever could say
                But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away
                And would not look at his face again.

                And he said, "I want to live as an honest man
                To get all I deserve and to give all I can
                And to love a young woman who I don't understand
                Your highness, your ways are very strange."

                But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break
                And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached
                She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait
                She would only be a moment inside.

                Out in the distance her order was heard
                And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word
                And while the queen went on strangeling in the solitude she preferred
                The battle continued on

THE QUEEN AND THE SOLDIER, Suzanne Vega

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  • I love "The Queen And The Soldier". Anyone who thinks they know Suzanne Vega because of "Luka" or "Tom's Diner" should pick up the first album. It's brilliant. "TQ&TS" is my favorite song on there, but "Cracking" and "Small Blue Thing" and "Freeze Tag" are all gems as well.
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