Richard Julian - Slow New York (2006)

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RELEASE DATE:	2006-06-00
DURATION:	-
# OF TRACKS:	14
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	락
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	73

INTRODUCTION

리틀 윌리스의 멤버이며 많은 음악팬들의 주목을 받고 있는 미국출신의 싱어송 라이터 리챠드 줄리안의 2005년 신작. 흔히 엘비스 코스텔로, 빌리 브레그, 윌코 등과 비교되는 그의 음악은 컬리지락의 영향을 받은 사회적인 메시지가 담긴 노랫말과 간결하지만 깊은 여운을 남기는 모던 포크의 모범적인 형식을 선사하며 지금까지 많은 팬들과 평론가들에게 찬사를 받고 있 ....

TRACKS

Disc 1

She's drunk enough when she is sober.
She don't need no alcohol,
Don't need no artificial means,
No amphetamines to cause her to fall.

She's like the rain in the middle of sunlight,
Leaves you confused, but still reborn.
I've been up all night, havin' a ball,
Starin' at the view of my brick wall in Slow New York.

I heard that creaking in the hallway,
I wiped my eyes and turned on the light.
I took some medicine from the shelf,
Just a bad influence on myself when you're out of sight.

I thought she asked me for the world once,
All she wanted was some comfort and nothing more.
But like the morning's on Monday, these things are colored grey in Slow New York.

And if you go back to the night,
We'll go by the Sunday times, a little salt, a couple lines to beat the heat.
You're gonna swear I make 'em better
Than the Mexicans on Remmington Street.

Took the latch off of the front gate.
I hid the key up over the door.
If you wanna come home like you once said,
I'm still on the same side of the bed in Slow New York.
If you wanna come home like you once said,
I'm still on the same side of the bed in Slow New York,
Slow New York.

If A Heart Breaks

Richard Julian

Just before the old man's eyeballs fixed,
He went pale as an eskimo.
Said, "Young man, ??? but,
Young man before I go,
I'm gonna leave you with a piece of advice,
Don't ever take advice from no one.
It doesn't matter if you're naughty or nice,
You still get a lump of coal.

And if a heart breaks
And nobody's around,
Tell me son, does it still make a sound?
And if a heart breaks
And nobody's around,
Tell me son, does it still make a sound?

You know, when I was your age,
There were these neighbors of mine,
Tried to make the Lord save your mind.
Came knocking on my door one morning around six,
Told them where to stick their crucifix.
Come 30 years later, yes son,
Guess who goes to church like his neighbors do?
I meet some good people there,
Some jackasses too,
Pretty much like the way it is everywhere.
Well, I'm getting that here.

But I'm trying to say,
Son, I'm concerned that you're losing your way.
You keep down that cocky little road you're on,
You're gonna wind up underground alone.

Chorus x3

Gotta sack away some money in my bottom drawer.
You can split that money with your brother.
Y'all go use that money for whatever you wanna use it for,
Just don't tell your mother."

I used to work in an ice cream shop,
Sugar cone with a cherry on top.
This girl, she had a pretty face,
I think her mother might've owned the place.
I stilll think about her sometimes, no reason at all.

I took a trip in a Buick once,
Stayed out West for a couple of months.
The apples and the oranges there,
They shine a lot better than they shine here,
Other than that, things turned out the same.

Oh no, we got bills to pay.
Oh no, we got errands to run.
Oh no, too many things to do.
And I'm not gonna do a damn one.

You see, I'm working off this leftover buzz,
Morning after a part of it was,
By all accounts a great success.
I have many friends and aquaintences,
Thing is, I've never been good with names.

Oh no, we got bills to pay.
Oh no, too many errands to run.
Oh no, too many bills to pay,
And I can't pay a damn one.

Oh, but I know I'm gonna make a lot of money one day,
I got this hunch that it's on the way.
I'm gonna stack it up on my living room floor,
Dig me a trench by the living room door.
Hunker down, and wait for the IRS.

Photograph

Richard Julian

The passenger window framed you like a screen,
And deep in my mind I was filming a scene,
Of the land rushing by, your shades, and your hat.
I prefer a memory to a photograph.

It was merely a muse,
It was in, it was out,
'Til I made the mistake of speaking out loud.
You said, "I got the camera right here in the back."
Oh, why'd I have to go and kill a moment like that?
I prefer the memory to the photograph.
Oooh, memory to a photograph.

You know, I sometimes get this little deja vu,
It comes in the dark when I'm lying with you.
And even the salt in the air comes back,
Then I'm open to anything but what you had.
The blur of the land, your shades, and your hat,
Oooh, I prefer a memory to a photograph.

No, the picture we took didn't capture all this.
Just a faraway look, a scene that I missed.
A sign of what was to come perhaps,
Did you know then that when you were showing me that?
I prefer the memory to the photograph.
One world is round, and the other is flat.
Oooh, memory to a photograph.

10.

11.

Damn	Richard Julian

Damn
I can't believe my luck
There's a lump in my throat like I'm passing the truck

Damn
I can't believe my luck
Am I reading you right?
Aw, shucks
Let's get outta here
This movie sucks

Damn
I can't believe my luck

You wanna go?
Well, come on, let's go.

Well, you still got all your baby fat
Where'd you learn to talk like that?

Damn
I ran my hand along the edge of your tan
You started talking like a sailor man

Damn
Where'd you learn to talk like that

You wanna go?
Well, come on, let's go.

I feel old
I feel young
I feel lost
I feel won
Callin' 911, Callin' 911
We got an old guy here
He's having too much fun
Damn

You wanna go?
Well, come on, let's go

Just tell me how you like it
Scrambled of fried
Overeasy
Poached on the side
Just tell me how you like it

I should've warned you
When you wake up with me
My kinky hair looks like a Joshua Tree
I should've warned you
Damn

Do you really have to go?
Do you really have to go?
Well, go on then, go
Damn.