뉴욕, 파리, 발칸 반도를 넘나드는 20세 청년의 환상적인 음악 여정!뉴요커에서 집시로, 집시에서 파리지엔으로...천재 뮤지션으로 불리는 팝 로맨티스트 베이루트가 들려주는 팝, 록, 샹송, 집시 음악의 아름다운 만남. 데뷔작으로 2006년 ‘올모스트 쿨’ 선정 '올해의 음반' 2위를 석권했던 베이루트가 캐치한 선율, 풍성한 하모니, 심금을 울리는 사운드로 화제를 불러모으고 있는 바로 그 앨범! .... ....
Well it`s been a long time, long time now since I`ve seen you smile. And I`ll gamble away my fright. And I`ll gamble away my time. And in a year, a year or so this will slip into the sea Well, it`s been a long time, long time now since I`ve seen you smile
Nobody raise their voices Just another night in Nantes Nobody raise their voices Just another night in Nantes
All I want is the best for our lives my dear And you know my wishes are sincere What's to say, all the days I cannot bear
A Sunday smile, we wore it for a while And at cemetery mile we paused and sang A Sunday smile, we wore it for a while And at cemetery mile we paused and sang About a Sunday smile, and we felt clean
We burnt to the ground, left a view to admire Buildings aside, church of white We burnt to the ground, left a grave to admire Hills reach for the sky, reach the church of white
A Sunday smile, we wore it for a while And at cemetery mile we paused and sang A Sunday smile, we wore it for a while And at cemetery mile we paused and sang About a Sunday smile, and we felt clean
In the hall I heard your faints falling your trial and my corrections made
You have all the prayers of my loose heart. You have all the prayers of my
No I was not there on the church stairs. The wind in my hair, a flood through my tear No I was not there on the church stairs. The wind in my hair, a flood through my tear
Me, I wanted, I wanted the right time Me, I wanted, I wanted the fire in line Me, I wanted, I wanted the right time Me, I wanted, I wanted the fire in line
A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor Now I'll beat on my drum 'til I'm dead Yesterday, a fever, tomorrow, St. Peter I'll beat on my drum until then.
But what melody will lead my lover from his bed? What melody will see him in my arms again?
Set fire to foundation and burn out the station You'll never get nothing of mine The pane of my window will flicker and billow I won't leave a stitching behind
But what melody will lead my lover from his bed? What melody will see him in my arms again?
I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold
Like an ancient day and I'm on trial Let them seize the way, this once was an island And I could not stay for I believed them Left for the lights always in season Impassable night in a crowd of homesick Fully grown children, you'll leave the lights Your family may not wait, Sir, keep on believing Our parents rue the day, they find us kneeling Let them think what they may, for they've good reason Left for the lights always in season
All these saints that I move without I lose without a name All these saints, they move without They moved throughout again Well, all these places will lose without Will lose without a name
I built my house of reeds upon a marsh in Elise My father was released a day's walk from San Denise We buried him beneath the bone-white sands of San Denise
Silence of an airborne night push high above the roof Daughters of the Red lights blind the icy works of art The city lights and restless nights go once upon the Lord You and I will lie beside the fire sparked from boards
It's yours
RELEASES
2007-10-30
BA DA BING, Kang & Music (KACD-0721, 8804795014851)