80년대 중반 전설적인 뉴 웨이브 그룹 `Til Tuesday`를 결성하며 팝싼에 뛰어든 이래 폴 토마스 엔더슨이 감독한 `메그놀리아`의 사운드 트랙을 담당하여 평단의 극찬을 받았던 싱어송 라이터 에이미 만의 신작앨범으로 이제는 불혹의 접어든 그녀가 겪고 있는 중년 여성의 고뇌와 그로 인해 보다 진지해진 내적 성찰이 가득찬 노랫말과 정제되고 일체의 과장이나 장식을 배제한 고품스러운 뉘앙스가 가득찬 완성도 높은 사운드를 들려준다. .... ....
Say you were split, you were split in fragments And none of the pieces would talk to you Wouldn't you want to be who you had been Well, baby I want that too
So better take the keys and drive forever Staying won't put these futures back together All the perfect drugs and superheroes Wouldn't be enough to bring me up to zero
Baby, you're great, you've been more than patient Saying it's not a catastrophe But I'm not the girl you once put your faith in Just someone who looks like me
So better take the keys and drive forever Staying won't put these futures back together All the perfect drugs and superheroes Wouldn't be enough to bring me up to zero
So get out while you can Get out while you can Baby I'm pouring quicksand And sinking is all I had planned So better just go
Oh better take the keys and drive forever Staying won't put these futures back together All the perfect drugs and superheroes Wouldn't be enough to bring me up to zero
All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put baby together again All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put baby together again
Lost in space A bubble drifting Into a place Where planets shift and The moon's erased Its features lift in the glare
But I'm the stuff Of happy endings Though mostly bluff Belief suspending But close enough For just pretending to care
And I'm pretending to care When I'm not even there Gone, but I don't know where
Well, she's the face And I'm the double Who keeps the pace And clears the rubble And, lost in space Fills up the bubble with air
By just pretending to care Like I'm not even there Gone, but I don't know where
You split like a cell And then cannot tell The line from its parallel
So baby, beware I'm just pretending to care Like I'm not even there Gone, but I don't know where Gone, but I don't know where Gone, but I don't know where
This is how it goes You'll get angry at yourself And think you can think of something else And I'll hear the clanging of the bells 'Cause I can't stop you baby...
'Cause I don't have the bribery in place No bright shiny surface to my face So I won't go near the market place With what I'm selling lately 'Cause this is how it goes
'Cause it's all about drugs It's all about shame And whatever they want Don't tell 'em your name
This is how it goes: One more failure to connect With so many how could I object? And you, what on earth did you expect? Well, I can't tell you, baby When this is how it goes
'Cause it's all about drugs It's all about shame And whatever they want Don't tell 'em your name
So I'll try to hold on While you try to let go You won't tell me it's gone But, baby, I'll know Baby, I'll know Baby, I'll know
Guys like me We don't know how it feels Absentee Even closing the deal With every player there's a payoff in the final reel But never with guys like me
Cause guys like me We look good at the gate But you'll agree With the odds on the slate And put your money on a bona-fide heavyweight And take it off guys like me Take off guys like me
They'll pull you close but never really Looking warm but feeling chilly You'll describe us as "impassioned" When it's just a front we've fashion
Cause guys like me We all vow to become Clear and free of the fife and the drum And block the circulation till we're all completely numb Let's hear it for guys like me Let's hear it for guys like me Let's hear it for guys Guys like me
Oh Mario, sit here by the window Stay here 'til we reach Idaho And when we go Hold my hand on take-off Tell me what I already know That we can't talk about it No, we can't talk about it
Because nobody knows That's how I nearly fell Trading clothes And ringing Pavlov's Bell History shows There's not a chance in hell, but
Oh Mario. we're only to Ohio It's kinda getting harder to breathe I won't let it show I'm all about denial But can't denial let me believe? That we could talk about it But we can't talk about it
Because nobody knows That's how I nearly fell Trading clothes And ringing Pavlov's Bell History shows but rarely shows it well Well, well, well
Oh Mario, why if this is nothing I'm finding it so hard to dismiss If you're what I need, Then only you can save me So come on baby. give me the fix And let's just talk about it I've got to talk about it
Because nobody knows That's how I nearly fell Trading clothes And ringing Pavlov's Bell History shows Like it was show and tell So tell me That's how I nearly fell By ringing Pavlov's Bell So, baby, show and tell Oh Mario, Mario
You don't know, so don't say you do-- You don't You might think that things will change, But take my word-- They won't You paint a lovely picture, But reality intrudes With a message for you And it's real bad news
I was undecided like you At first But I could not stem the tide of overwhelm And thirst You try to keep it going, but a lot of avenues Just aren't open to you When you're real bad news
I've got love and anger They come as a pair You can take your chances But buyer beware And I won't Make you feel bad When I show you This big ball of sad isn't Worth even filling with air
And baby, let me tell you You can get some things confused Like whose secrets are whose And that's real bad news Real bad news Real bad news
There comes a time when you swim or sink So I jumped in the drink 'Cause I couldn't make myself clear
Maybe I wrote in invisible ink Oh, I've tried to think How I could have made it appear
But another illustration is wasted 'Cause the results are the same I feel like a ghost who's trying to move your hands Over some Ouija board in the hopes I can spell out my name
What some take for magic at first glance Is just sleight-of-hand depending on what you believe Something gets lost when you translate It's hard to keep straight Perspective is everything
And I know now which is which and what angle I oughta look at it from I suppose I should be happy to be misread Better be that than some of the other things I have become
But nobody wants to hear this tale The plot is cliched, the jokes are stale And baby we've all heard it all before Oh, I could get specific but Nobody needs a catalog With details of love I can't sell anymore
And aside from that, this chain of reaction, Baby, is losing a link Though I'd hope you'd know what I tried to tell you And if you don't I could draw you a picture in invisible ink
But nobody wants to hear this tale The plot is cliched, the jokes are stale And baby we've all heard it all before Oh, I could get specific but Nobody needs a catalog With details of love I can't sell anymore
Better pack your bags and run Or stay until the job is done Or maybe you can sit and hope That providence will fray the rope And sink like a stone Or go it alone
And isn't it enough - for you? Isn't it enough?
So better pack your bags and run And send it to oblivion Where you don't look like anyone That anyone would care about And do what you do 'Til it buries you
And isn't it enough - for you? Isn't it enough?
And baby - isn't it enough? Like Major Reno at the bluff Wondering aloud if help is on the way And baby, isn't this your chance To make a break with circumstance Isn't it enough to prove today's the day? Isn't it enough to prove today's the day?
The moth don't care when he sees the flame he might get burned but he's in the game and once he's in he can't go back, and beat his wings 'til he burns them black no the moth don't care when he sees the flame no the moth don't care when he sees the flame
the moth don't care if the flame is real cuz flame and moth got a sweetheart deal and nothing fuels a good flirtation like need and anger and desperation no the moth don't care if the flame is real no the moth don't care if the flame is real
So come on let's go ready or not cuz there's a flame I know hotter than hot and with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot away
the moth don't care if the flame burns low cuz moth believes in an afterglow and flames are never douzed completely all you really need is a love of heat no, the moth don't care if the flame burns low no, the moth don't care if the flame burns low
So come on let's go ready or not cuz there's a flame I know hotter than hot and with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot away
I keep going round and round on the same old circuit A wire travels underground to a vacant lot Where something I can't see interupts the current And shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot And from behind the screen, it can look so perfect But it's not
So here I'm sitting in my car at the same old stop light I keep waiting for a change, but I don't know what So red turns into green turning into yellow But I'm just frozen here on the same old spot And all I have to do is to press the pedal But I'm not No, I'm not
People are tricky, you can't afford to show Anything risky, anything they don't know The moment you try, well, kiss it goodbye
So baby kiss me like a drug, like a respirator And let me fall into the dream of the astronaut Where I get lost in space that goes on forever And you make all the rest just an afterthought And I believe it's you who could make it better though it's not No, it's not No, it's not