<B>조안 바에즈/ 링템 벨즈 (JOAN BAEZ/ RING THEM BELLS)</B><BR>미국을 대표하는 여성포크싱어 조안 바에즈의 95년 뉴욕 공연 실항 앨범. 세계 포크씬의 여왕으로서의 위용을 입즈아듯, 메리블랙 (아일랜드) 티쉬 히노호사(멕시코) 다 월리암스 (영국) 재니스 이안, 메리 채핀 카펜터, 인디고 걸스 등 기라성같은 여성뮤지션들이 참가하여 그녀와 함게 감동적 협연을 펼치고 있다. `THE LILY OF THE WEST`등 힛트곡부터 70년대까지의 베스트 넘버는 물론 코헨의 `SUZANNE`, 재니스 이언의 `JESSIE` 등 포크의 명곡도 들려준다.<BR><B>수입(아일랜드)</B> .... ....
When first I came to Louisville Some pleasure there to find A damsel there from Lexington Was pleasing to my mind Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips Like arrows pierced my breast And the name she bore was Flora The Lily Of The West
I courted lovely Flora Some pleasure there to find She turned unto another man Which sore distressed my mind She robbed me of my liberty Deprived me of my rest Still I love my faithless Flora The Lily Of The West
Down in yonder shady grove A man of high degree Conversing with my Flora there It seemed so strange to me And the answer that she gave to him It sure did me oppress I was betrayed by Flora The Lily Of The West
I stepped up to my rival My dagger in my hand I seized him by the collar and I boldly made him stand Being mad to desperation I pierced him in the breast All for my lovely Flora The Lily Of The West
I had to stand my trial I had to make my plea They placed me in the criminal box And then commenced on me Although she swore my life away Deprived me of my rest And I still love my faithless Flora The Lily Of The West
Sweet Sir Galahad came in through the window in the night when the moon was in the yard. He took her hand in his and shook the long hair from his neck and he told her she'd been working much too hard. It was true that ever since the day her crazy man had passed away to the land of poet's pride, she laughed and talked alot with new people on the block but always at evening time she cried.
And here's to the dawn of their days.
She moved her head a little down on the bed until it rested softly on his knee. And there she dropped her smile and there she sighed awhile, and told him all the sadness of those years that numbered three. Well you know I think my fate's belated because of all the hours I waited for the day when I'd no longer cry. I get myself to work by eight but oh, was I born too late, and do you think I'll fail at every single thing I try?
And here's to the dawn of their days.
He just put his arm around her and that's the way I found her eight months later to the day. The lines of a smile erased the tear tracks upon her face, a smile could linger, even stay. Sweet Sir Galahad went down with his gay bride of flowers, the prince of the hours of her lifetime.
And here's to the dawn of their days, of their days.
Now when I was a young man I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover. Then in 1915, my country said, 'Son, It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done.' So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, And they marched me away to the war.
And the band played 'Waltzing Matilda,' As the ship pulled away from the quay, And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears, We sailed off for Gallipoli.
And how well I remember that terrible day, How our blood stained the sand and the water; And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head, And when I woke up in my hospital bed And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead Never knew there was worse things than dying.
For I'll go no more 'Waltzing Matilda,' All around the green bush far and free To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs, No more 'Waltzing Matilda' for me.
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed, And they shipped us back home to Australia. The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane, Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla. And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay, I looked at the place where me legs used to be, And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me, To mourn grieve and the pity. And the band plays 'Waltzing Matilda,' And the young men still answer the call, But as year follows year, more young men disappear Someday, no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda Who'll come a-waltzing Mathilda with me And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong Who'll come a-waltzing Mathilda with me ?
Willie Moore was a king, his age twenty-one, He courted a damsel fair; O, her eyes was as bright as the diamonds every night, And wavy black was her hair.
He courted her both night and day, 'Til to marry they did agree; But when he came to get her parents consent, They said it could never be.
She threw herself in Willie Moore's arms, As oftime had done before; But little did he think when they parted that night, Sweet Anna he would see no more.
It was about the tenth of May, The time I remember well; That very same night, her body disappeared In a way no tongue could tell.
Sweet Annie was loved both far and near, Had friends most all around; And in a little brook before the cottage door, The body of sweet Anna was found.
She was taken by her weeping friends, And carried to her parent's room, And there she was dressed in a gown of snowy white, And laid her in a lonely tomb.
Her parents now are left all alone, One mourns while the other one weeps; And in a grassy mound before the cottage door, The body of sweet Anna still sleeps.
[Willie Moore never spoke that anyone heard, And at length from his friends did part, And the last heard from him, he'd gone to Montreal, Where he died of a broken heart.]
This song was composed in the flowery West By a man you may never have seen; O, I'll tell you his name, but it is not in full
Come wander quietly and listen to the wind Come here and listen to the sky Come walking high above the rolling of the sea And watch the swallows as they fly
There is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings There is no choir like their song There is no power like the freedom of their flight While the swallows roam alone
Do you hear the calling of a hundred thousand voice Hear the trumbling in the stone Do you hear the angry bells ringing in the night Do you hear the swallows when they've flown?
And will the breezes blow the petals from your hand And will some loving ease your pain And will the silence strike confusion from your soul And will the swallows come again?
It seems the songs we're singing Are all about tomorrow Tunes of promises you can't keep Ev'ry moment bringing The love I can only borrow You're telling me lies in your sleep
Do you think I'm not aware of what you're saying Or why you're saying it? Is it hard to keep me where you want me staying? Don't go on betraying it Don't make promises you can't keep
We had a chance to find it Our time was now or never You promised me things that I need But then the things behind it Took away the chance forever You're telling me lies in your sleep
Do you think I'm not aware of what you're saying Or why you're saying it? Is it hard to keep me where you want me staying? Don't go on betraying it Don't make promises you can't keep Don't make promises you can't keep
Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bed Where we slept; now it's growing cold. Jesse your face, in the place where we lay By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart
And I'm leaving the light on the stairs No I'm not scared; I wait for you Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home.
Jesse the stairs in the halls, recalling Your step; and I remember too. All the pictures are shaded and fading in grey And I still set a place on the table at noon
And I'm leaving the light on the stairs No I'm not scared; I wait for you Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home.
Jesse the spread on the bed, It's like when you left, I kept it for you. All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned And are seemingly new; hey Jess, me and you.
We'll swallow the light on the stairs I'll fix up my hair, we'll sleep unawares Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home
Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams For they're deep and they're wide And the world on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride.
Ring them bells Saint Peter where the four winds blow Ring them bells with an ironhand So the people will know Oh it's rush hour now On the wheel and the plow And the sun is going down upon the sacred cow.
Ring them bells Sweet Martha for the poor man's son Ring them bells so the world will know that God is one Oh the shepherd is asleep Where the willows weep And the mountains are filled with lost sheep Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf Ring them bells for all of us who are left Ring them bells for the chosen few Who will judge the many when the game is through Ring them bells for the time that flies For the child that cries When innocence dies.
Ring them bells Saint Catherine from the top of the room Ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom Oh the lines are long and the fighting is strong And they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong
Welcome me to The City of Angels Devil prophets still hold my hand I walked your stillborn streets for hours Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials They tell me I'll
I'll be the first to praise the sun The first to praise the moon The first to hold the lone coyote Last to set it free
Welcome me to a haven given Oh, it's well received into my open arms Oh, I, I ran in my sleep through shaking tremors I felt the splitting earth echoing in my ears And I feel it all
I'll be the first to praise the sun The first to praise the moon The first to hold the lone coyote The last to set it free
Welcome me to your City of Angels There's a Devil monkey laying on our backs Now tell me, where's the heart? Where's the bullet for breaking? Who's gonna give me a weapon, a pacifying weapon? An' I need it all
I'll be the first to praise the sun The first to praise the moon, oh The first to hold the lone coyote The last to set it free I said, I said, "Welcome me"
I'll be the first to praise the sun The first to praise the moon, oh The first to hold the lone coyote The last to set it free I said, "Welcome me"
Suzzane takes you down To a place by the river. You can see the boats go by, You could spend the night forever. And you know that she's half crazy And that's why you want to be there. And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China. And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her, She takes you in her arms And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover.
And you want to travel with her, And you want to travel blind. And you think you'll maybe trust her 'Cause she's touched you, And she's moved you, And she's kind.
Jesus was a sailor When he walked up the water. He spent a long time watching From a lonely wooden tower. And when He knew for certain Only drowning men could see Him, He said, "All men shall be sailors then, Until the sea shall free them." He Himself was broken Long before the sky was open; Forsaken, almost human, He sank beneath your wisdom like a star.
And you want to travel with Him, And you want to travel blind. And you think you'll maybe trust Him 'Cause He's touched you And He's moved you, And He's kind.
Suzzane takes your hand, And she leads you to the river. She's wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters. And the sun shines down in full On our lady of the harbor. And she shows you where to look Beneath the garbage and the flowers. There are heroes in the seaweed, There are children in the morning.
And you want to travel with her, And you want to travel blind. And you think you'll maybe trust her 'Cause she's touched you, And she's moved you, And she's kind.
Why is it that as we grow older and stronger The road signs point us adrift and make us afraid Saying, 'You never can win' 'Watch your back', 'Where's your husband?' I don't like the signs that the signmakers made
So I'm going to steal out with my paint and brushes I'll change the directions, I'll hit every street It's the Tinseltown scandal, the robin hood vandal She goes out and steals the king's English And in the morning you wake up and the signs point to you
They say, "I'm so glad that you finally made it here You thought nobody cared but I did, I could tell And this is your year and it always starts here And oh, you're aging well"
Well I know a woman with a collection of sticks She could fight back the hundreds of voices she heard She could poke at the greed, she could fend off her need And with anger she found she could pound every word
But one voice got through, caught her up by surprise It said, "Don't hold us back we're the story you tell" And no sooner than spoken, a spell had been broken And the voices before her were trumpets and tympani Violins, basses and woodwinds and cellos, singing
"We're so glad that you finally made it here You thought nobody cared, but we did, we could tell And now you'll dance through the days while the orchestra plays And oh, you're aging well"
Now when I was fifteen, oh I knew it was over The road to enchantment was not mine to take 'Cause lower calf, upper arm should be half what they are I was breaking the laws that the signmakers made
And all I could eat was the poisonous apple And that's not a story I was meant to survive I was all out of choices but the woman of voices She turned round the corner with music around her She gave me the language that keeps me alive, she said
"I'm so glad that you finally made it here With the things you know now, that only time could tell Looking back, seeing far, landing right where we are And oh, you're aging, oh and I am aging oh, aren't we aging well?"
Well I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid
Oh, Mary was a maiden When the birds began to sing She was sweeter than the blooming rose so early in the spring Her thoughts were gay and happy and the morning gay and fine For her lover was a river boy from the river in the pines 메리라는 아가씨가 있었어요 새들이 노래하기 시작했을때 봄이되면 그녀는 피어나는 장미보다도 더 아름다웠죠 그녀는 맑고 화창한 아침처럼 무척이나 행복했었죠 그녀에게는 솔밭사이로 흐르는 강가에 사는 연인이 있었으니까 Now Charlie, he got married to his Mary in the spring When the trees were budding early and the birds began to sing But early in the autumn When the fruit is in the wine I'll return to you, my darling From the river in the pines 찰리, 그는 메리와 봄에 결혼을 했어요 나무에선 새싹이 돋고, 새들이 노래하기 시작했을 때 그러나 이른 가을에 과일주가 읽으때 쯤이면 돌아올게요 다링 그 솔밭 사이의 강에서라고 메리에게 말했죠 It was early in the morning in Wisconsin's dreary clime When he heard the fatal rapids for that last and fatal time They found his body lying on the Rocky shore below 황랑한 날씨의 위스콘신의 이른 아침이었어요 그가 치명적인 급류에 휘말려서 운명했던 것을 사람들은 록키 해안 아래에서 숨진 그를 발견했죠 Where the silent water ripples and the whispering cedars blow Now every raft of lumber that comes down, the cheerful way There's a lonely grave that's visited by drivers on their way 잔잔한 강물이 흐르고 떡갈나무 아래에 묻어주었어요 지금도 뗏목들이 그 폭포를 내려가고 있어요 사람들이 차를 몰고 지나가는 그 길목에 외로운 무덤이 있어요 They plant wild flowers upon it in the morning fair and fine It is the grave of two young lovers from the river in the pines 맑게 개인 아침에 그들은 그 무덤에 야생화를 심었죠 솔밭 사이로 흐르는 강가에 두 젊은 연인의 무덤이 있는 곳에