JOHN CALE(존 케일)/FRANGMENTS OF A RAINY SEASON(1992)<BR>청중들이 감상하기 쉬운 존 케일의 베스트를 선곡하여 어쿠스틱 사운드로 연주한 일종의 회고집. 1973년작 "PARIS 1919"에 수록된 동명 타이틀곡과 `A CHILD`S CHRISTMAS IN WALES`를 비롯하여 케일의 발라드곡, 그리고 몇곡의 아방가르드 작품이 수록되어 있다. 좀 케일의 멋진 피아노 연주와 더불어 조용하고 기품있는 음악을 감상할 수 있는 앨범. .... ....
I've been chasing ghosts and I don't like it I wish someone would show me where to draw the line I'd lay down my sword if you would take it And tell everyone back home I'm doing fine
I was with you down in Acapulco Trading clothing for some wine Smelling like an old adobe woman Or a William Burroughs playing for lost time
I was thinking about my mother I was thinking about what's mine I was living my life like a Hollywood But I was dying on the vine
Who could sleep through all that noisy chatter The troops, the celebrations in the sun The authorities say my papers are all in order And if I wasn't such a coward I would run
I'll see you me when all the shooting's over Meet me on the other side of town Yes, you can bring all your friends along for protection It's always nice to have them hanging around
I was thinking about my mother I was thinking about what's mine I was living my life like a Hollywood But I was dying, dying on the vine
She makes me so unsure of myself Standing there but never ever talking sense Just a visitor you see So much wanting to be seen She'd open up the door and vaguely carry us away
It's the customary thing to say or do To a disappointed proud man in his grief And on Fridays she'd be there But on Mondays not at all Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall
You're a ghost la la la You're a ghost I'm in the church and I've come To claim you with my iron drum la la la
The Continent's just fallen in disgrace William William William Rogers put it in its place Blood and tears from old Japan Caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor singing crying singing tediously
Efficiency efficiency they say Get to know your job and tell the time of day As the crowds begin complaining How the Beaujolais is raining Down on darkened meetings on the Champs Elysee
The bugger in the short sleeves fucked my wife Did it quick and split Back home, fresh as a daisy to Maisy, oh Maisy
And the twelve-bore it stood in the corner Quite operatic in its self disgust It blew him all over the living room floor Like parrot shit, parrot spit, parrot shit was shot
Now suppose it was someone familiar Someone we all would know Embarrasing denouement, ne c'est pas? Familiar hyperbole
And there would go the secret plot The piss had missed the hole in the pot Like that ancient teenage dream From soul to poison soul to poison soul
Guts, guts, got no guts And stitches don't help at all Guts, guts, got no guts Holes in the body, holes in the legs Holes in the forehead, holes in the head Holes in the body, holes in the legs There should never be holes at all There should never be holes at all
So: kill all you want or more Make sure, do it right Dead is dead, and door nails forget And then you'll notice How the waster and the wasted Get to look like one another In the end, in the end In the end, in the end In the end, in the end
The Ship of Fools is coming in Take me off I've got to eat Same old stories same old thing Letting out and pulling in
Mister, there's a caravan parked out back Restless hoping for a Christian rider The black book, a grappling hook A hangman's noose on a burnt out tree Guess we must be getting close to Tombstone
The last time we had eaten Was when the flies were going for free You could count the hardships by the open doors But sandwiched in between Were the fishermen who still Wished they could sail from Tenessee to Arizona
So hold on, won't be long The call is on the line Hold on, Sister's gone South to give the sign
We picked up Dracula in Memphis It was just about the break of day And then hastily prayed for out souls to be saved There was something in the air that made us kind of weary
By the time we got to Swansea it was getting dark Tumble, jungles, bugles and the prize The tides turned west at Amerforth As if they didn't know what to do But Garnant stood its ground and asked for more
All the people seemed quite glad to see us Shaking hands and smiling like the clock Well we gave them all the message then That the Ship of Fools was in Make sure they get home for Christmas
So hold on, won't be long The call is on the line So hold on, Sister's gone South to give the sign
Looking for a friend, looking everywhere Walked along the boulevard, the boulevard of friends All those mild mannered friends I've got They're careless and they fall down All over the place, all over town I don't want them talking to me
'Cause I'm leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you Have to leave it, leave it, leave it up to you
All the buildings are breaking down Like the whispering in your heart And it's sordid how life goes on When I could take you apart And if you give me half a chance I'd do it now, I'd do it now, right now, you fascist I know we could all feel safe like Sharon Tate We could give it all up, we could give, give, give it all up And the newspapers, oh the newspapers They'd be listening, listening to me giving it to you And the radio, what about the radios? They'd be listening to me giving it to you
Right mama, damn right mama
I hear hissing, I hear hissing in the distance I hear the tanks crawling They're crawling over the hill, they're crawling over the hill Like rattlesnakes in the desert sun They're blistering up my spell, they're blistering it up They're breaking it up, they're breaking up my spell And what else is there, what else have I got? What else have I got but that spell?
Ah, leaving it, leaving it, I'm leaving it up to you Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it in the cloakroom for you
I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up, give it up Up, up, give it up
If you grow tired of the friends you make In case you mean to say something else Say they were the best of times you ever had The best of times with the thoughtless kind
We dress conservatively at the best of times Prefer the shadows to the bright lights in the eyes Of the ones we love, the bright lights in the eyes of the ones we love
What we see, what we imagine the eyes tell us nothing The bright lights in the eyes of the one we love will tell you Nothing except that you're the thoughtless kind
If you grow tired of the friends you make Never ever turn your back on them Say they were the best of times you ever had The best of times with the thoughtless kind
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
She was a princess, much lower than people thought A master of nothing a mistress of something she thought
She could talk about things that never mattered ever From one person's miserable life after another She could talk to the French and Germans at will They'd never listen ..they never will The chinese envoy was here, the chinese envoy was here but left The chinese envoy was here but left in his broken hearted pagoda
Calling out her name you'd be surprised at what came Galloping out of the darkness just like furniture We'd have lost it all if it hadn't been for Cardinal Richelieu And all his courtiers The chinese envoy was here, the chinese envoy was here but left The chinese envoy was here but left in his broken hearted pagoda.
Never win and never lose There's nothing much to choose Between the right and wrong Nothing lost and nothing gained Still things aren't quite the same Between you and me
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I still hear your voice at night When I turn out the light And try to settle down But there's nothing much I can do Because I can't live without you Any way at all
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your faith was strong, but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to a kitchen chair She broke your throne, she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Baby I've been here before I know this room, I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you I've seen your flag on the Marble Arch Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show it to me, do you? I remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above, all I ever learned from love Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you And it's not a cry you can hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah