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My name is Luka
제 이름은 루카예요 I live on the second floor 2층에 살지요 I live upstairs from you 당신 집 바로 위층이요 Yes I think you've seen me before 그래요, 전에 한번 본 적 있어요 If you hear something late at night 밤 늦게 말썽이 생긴것 같거나 Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight 누군가 싸우는 소리가 들려도 Just don't ask me what it was 무슨 일이 있었는지는 묻지 말아주세요 Just don't ask me what it was 별 일 아니니까 Just don't ask me what it was 아무것도 묻지 말아주세요 I think it's because I'm clumsy 제가 잘못한 일이거든요 I try not to talk too loud 조용히 말해야 하는데 Maybe it's because I'm crazy 아마 제가 좀 어리석었나봐요 I try not to act too proud 주눅든 표정을 지어야 하는데 They only hit until you cry 아래층에서 소리지르면 더이상 안때려요 And after that you don't ask why 무슨 일이었는진 묻지 마세요 You just don't argue anymore 더이상 설득하려고 하지마세요 You just don't argue anymore 제가 잘못한 거니까 You just don't argue anymore 아무것도 못들은척 해주세요 Yes I think I'm okay 네, 전 괜찮아요 I walked into the door again 다시 들어가봐야 해요 Well, if you ask that's what I'll say 만약 다음에 또 물어오시면 And it's not your business anyway 당신이 참견할일이 아니라고 말할 거예요 I guess I'd like to be alone 이제 혼자 있고 싶어요 With nothing broken, nothing thrown 부러지지도 않았고 삔곳도 없어요 Just don't ask me how I am ... 더이상 괜찮은지는 묻지 마세요 |
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| 2. |
| 3:48 |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
Tom's Diner I am sitting in the morning At the diner on the corner I am waiting at the counter For the man to pour the coffee (아침에 길모퉁이에 있는 식당에 앉아 있어 식당 주인이 커피를 따라 주기를 기다리며 카운터에 있었지.) And he fills it only halfway And before I even argue He is looking out the window At somebody coming in (그가 커피를 반 잔밖에 따르지 않아서 따지려고 했지만^^* 그는 누군가가 들어 오는 것을 보고 그 쪽을 바라봤어.) Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee "It is always nice to see you" Says the man behind the counter To the woman who has come in She is shaking her umbrella ("당신만 보면 기분이 좋아요" 방금 들어온 그 여인에게 카운터에서 그가 말했지. 그녀는 우산을 털고 있었어.) And I look the other way As they are kissing their hellos I'm pretending not to see them Instead, I pour the milk (그들이 서로에게 가벼운 키스로 인사를 나누고 있을 때 난 다른 쪽을 보고 있었어. 그 대신 우유를 부으면서 그들을 안 보고 있는 척 했어.) Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee I open up the paper There's a story of an actor Who had died while he was drinking It was no one I had heard of (신문을 폈어.술 먹다가 죽은 배우에 관한 기사가 있었지. 한 번도 못 들어본 배우였어.) And I'm turning to the horoscope And looking for the funnies When I'm feeling someone watching me And so I raise my head (오늘의 운세를 보고 나서 재미있는 게 있을까 해서 뒤적거렸어. 그 때 누군가 날 보고 있는 것 같아 고개를 들었어.) Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee There's a woman on the outside Looking inside, does she see me? No she does not really see me 'Cause she sees her own reflection (밖에서 어떤 여인이 안을 들여다 보고 있었어. 날 보고 있는 걸까? 아냐, 실제로는 날 보는 게 아니었어. 창에 비친 그녀의 모습을 보는 거였지.) And I'm trying not to notice That she's hitching up her skirt And while she's straightening her stockings Her hair is getting wet (그녀가 치마를 치켜 올리는 걸 안 보는 척 했지. 그녀가 스타킹을 반듯이 하는동안 그녀의 머리는 젖고 있었어.) Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee Oh, this rain, it will continue Through the morning as I'm listening To the bells of the cathedral I am thinking of your voice (성당의 종소리가 들리는 이 오전 내내 비가 계속 될거야. ) And of the midnight picnic Once upon a time before the rain began I finish up my coffee It's time to catch the train (난 당신 목소리를 떠올려. 그리고, 비가 내리기 전에 했었던 그 예전 한 때의 야간 피크닉을 생각해. 커피를 다 마셨어. 이제 기차를 탈 시간이군...) |
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| 3. |
| 3:39 |
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Even if I am in love with you
All this to say, what's it to you? Observe the blood, the rose tattoo of the fingerprints on me from you Other evidence has shown that you and I are still alone We skirt around the danger zone and don't talk about it later Marlene watches from the wall her mocking smile says it all as she records the rise and fall of every soldier passing But the only soldier now is me I'm fighting things I cannot see I think it's called my destiny that I am changing Marlene on the wall I walk to your house in the afternoon by the butcher shop with the sawdust strewn "Don't give away the goods too soon" Is what she might have told me And I tried so hard to resist when you held me in your handsome fist and reminded me of the night we kissed and of why I should be leaving Marlene watches from the wall her mocking smile says it all as she records the rise and fall of every man who's been here But the only one here now is me I'm fighting things I cannot see I think it's called my destiny that I am changing Marlene on the wall |
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| 4. |
| 2:53 |
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It wont do to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon and long for you. It wont do to stir a deep desire, to fan a hidden fire that can never burn true I know your name, I know your skin, I know the way these things begin But I dont know how I would live with myself, what Id forgive of myself if you dont go So goodbye, sweet appetite, no single bite could satisfy I know your name, I know your skin, I know the way these things begin But I dont know what I would give of myself, how I would live with myself if you dont go It wont do to dream of caramel to think of cinnamon and long for you |
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| 5. |
| 3:13 |
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99.9 Fahrenheit degrees
Stable now, with rising possibilities It could be normal but it isn't quite Could make you want to stay awake at night You seem to me Like a man 0n the verge of burning 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees Pale as a candle And your face is hot And if I touch you I might get what you've got You seem to me Like a man On the verge of running 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees Something cool Against the skin Is what you could be Something cool Against the skin Is what you Could be needing 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees You seem to me Like a man On the verge of burning 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees Something cool Against the skin Is what you could be Something cool Against your skin Is what you Could be needing 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees |
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| 6. |
| 3:54 |
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Today I am
A small blue thing Like a marble Or an eye With my knees against my mouth I am perfectly round I am watching you I am cold against your skin You are perfectly reflected I am lost inside your pocket I am lost against Your fingers I am falling down the stairs I am skipping on the sidewalk I am thrown against the sky I am raining down in pieces I am scattering like light Scattering like light Scattering like light Today I am A small blue thing Made of china Made of glass I am cool and smooth and curious I never blink I am turning in your hand Turning in your hand Small blue thing |
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| 7. |
| 2:29 |
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I'd like to help you doctor
Yes I really really would But the din in my head It's too much and it's no good I'm standing in a windy tunnel Shouting through the roar And I'd like to give the information You're asking for But blood makes noise It's a ringing in my ear Blood makes noise And I can't really hear you In the thickening of fear I think that you might want to know The details and the facts But there's something in my blood Denies the memory of the acts So just forget it Doc I think it's really Cool that you're concerned But we'll have to try again After the silence has returned Cause blood makes noise It's a ringing in my ear Blood makes noise And I can't really hear you In the thickening of fear Blood makes noise |
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| 3:33 |
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If you want me
You can find me Left of center Off of the strip In the outskirts In the fringes In the corner Out of the grip If you want me You can find me Left of center Off of the strip In the outskirts In the fringes In the corner Out of the grip When they ask me What are you looking at I always answer Nothing much not much I think they know that I'm looking at them I think they think I must be out of touch But I'm only In the outskirts And in the fringes On the edge And off the avenue And if you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you I think that somehow Somewhere inside of us We must be similar If not the same So I continue To be wanting you Left of center Against the grain If you want me You can find me Left of center Off of the strip In the outskirts In the fringes In the corner Out of the grip When they ask me What are you looking at I always answer Nothing much not much I think they know that I'm looking at them I think they think I must be out of touch But I'm only In the outskirts And in the fringes On the edge And off the avenue And if you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you Wondering about you Wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you If you want me You can find me Left of center Wondering about you Wondering about you Wondering about you |
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| 9. |
| 4:44 |
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In Liverpool
On Sunday No traffic On the avenue The light is pale and thin Like you No sound, down In this part of town Except for the boy in the belfry He's crazy, he's throwing himself Down from the top of the tower Like a hunchback in heaven He's ringing the bells in the church For the last half an hour He sounds like he's missing something Or someone that he knows he can't Have now and if he isn't I certainly am Homesick for a clock That told the same time sometimes you made no sense to me if you lie on the ground in somebody's arms you'll probably swallow some of their history And the boy in the belfry He's crazy, he's throwing himself Down from the top of the tower Like a hunchback in heaven He's ringing the bells in the church For the last half an hour He sounds like he's missing something Or someone that he knows he can't Have now and if he isn't I certainly am I'll be the girl who sings for my supper You'll be the monk whose forehead is high He'll be the man who's already working Spreading a memory all through the sky In Liverpool On Sunday No reason to even remember you now Except for the boy in the belfry He's crazy, he's throwing himself Down from the top of the tower Like a hunchback in heaven He's ringing the bells in the church For the last half an hour He sounds like he's missing something Or someone that he knows he can't Have now and if he isn't I certainly am In Liverpool In Liverpool |
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| 4:04 |
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You come from far away
With pictures in your eyes Of coffeeshops and morning streets In the blue and silent sunrise But night is the cathedral Where we recognized the sign We strangers know each other now As part of the whole design Oh, hold me like a baby That will not fall asleep Curl me up inside you And let me hear you through the heat You are the jester of this courtyard With a smile like a girl's Distracted by the women With the dimples and the curls By the pretty and the mischievous By the timid and the blessed By the blowing skirts of ladies Who promise to gather you to their breast Oh, hold me like a baby That will not fall asleep Curl me up inside you And let me hear you through the heat You have hands of raining water And that earring in your ear The wisdom on your face Denies the number of your years With the fingers of the potter And the laughing tale of the fool The arranger of disorder With your strange and simple rules Yes now I've met me another spinner Of strange and gauzy threads With a long and slender body And a bump upon the head Oh, hold me like a baby That will not fall asleep Curl me up inside you And let me hear you through the heat With a long and slender body And the sweetest softest hands And we'll blow away forever soon And go on to different lands And please do not ever look for me But with me you will stay And you will hear yourself in song Blowing by one day Oh, hold me like a baby That will not fall asleep Curl me up inside you And let me hear you through the heat |
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| 3:22 |
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Book Of Dreams
In my book of dreams In my book of dreams In my book of dreams I took your urgent whisper Stole the arc of a white wing Rode like foam on the river of pity Turned its tide to strength Healed the hole that ripped in living In my book of dreams In my book of dreams In my book of dreams The spine is bound to last a life Tough enough to take the pounding Pages made of days of open hand In my book of dreams In my book of dreams In my book of dreams Number every page in silver Underline in magic marker Take the name of every prisoner Yours is there my word of honor I took your urgent whisper Stole the arc of a white wing Rode like foam on the river of pity Healed the hole that ripped in living In my book of dreams In my book of dreams In my book of dreams |
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| 12. |
| 3:09 |
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No Cheap Thrill (Music & Lyrics by Suzanne Vega)
Ante up. And don’t be shy. Who is that man who is catching my eye? What’s unde eath all of the deadpan face? Sitting so pretty with a criminal grace? Lamebrain Pete wants to Spit in the Sea. He’s got a cool hand but it isn’t for me. Butcher Boy thinks he’ll be splitting the pot. But I’ve seen what he’s got and it isn’t a lot. (When deuces are wild you can follow the queen. I’d go too except I know where she’s been.) I’ll see you, I’ll call you, I’ll raise you But it’s no cheap thrill It will cost you, cost you, cost you Anything you have to pay. I limit the straddles, and you shuffle and deal. When will the dealer reveal how he feels? Is the lucky beginner just a five-card stud? Is this winning streak going to be nipped in the bud? I’ll see you, I’ll call you, I’ll raise you But it’s no cheap thrill It will cost you, cost you, cost you Anything you have to pay. I’ll match you, I’ll bet you, I’ll play you, But it’s no cheap thrill It will cost you, cost you, cost you Anything you have to pay........ |
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| 3:26 |
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It would be as flat as the world before Columbus
That's the day that I lose half my sight If your life were taken from me All the trees would freeze in this cold ground It would be as cruel as the world before Columbus Sail to the edge and I'd be there looking down Those men who lust for land And for riches strange and new Who love those trinkets of desire Oh they never will have you And they'll never know the gold Or the copper in your hair How could they weigh the worth Of you so rare If your love were taken from me Every light that's bright would soon go dim It would be as dark as the world before Columbus Down the waterfall and I'd swim over the brim Those men who lust for land And for riches strange and new Who love those trinkets of desire Oh they will never have you And they'll never know the gold Or the copper in your hair How could they weigh the worth Of you so rare |
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| 1:54 |
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When heroes go down
They go down fast So don't expect any time to Equivocate the past When heroes go down They land in flame Settling of blame So don't expect any slow and careful I heard you say You look out for the feet of clay Without the chance That someone will be falling next For last respects You feel the disappointment When heroes go down Man or woman revealed On the battlefield You can't expect any kind of mercy I heard you say You look out for the feet of clay Without the chance for last respects That someone will be falling next You feel the disappointment When heroes go down Man or woman revealed Do you show any kind of mercy On the battlefield? When heroes go down When heroes go downWhen heroes go down |
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Do you remember how you walked with me
down the street into the square? How the women selling rosemary pressed the branches to your chest promised luck and all the rest and put their fingers in your hair? I had met you just the day before like an accident of fate in the window there behind your door How I wanted to break in to that room beneath your skin but all that would have to wait In the Carmen of the Martyrs with the statues in the courtyard whose heads and hands were taken in the burden of the sun I had come to meet you with a question in my footsteps I was going up the hillside and the journey just begun My sister says she never dreams at night there are days when I know why those possibilities within her sight with no way of coming true Some things just don't get through into this world , although they try In the Carmen of the Martyrs with the statues in the courtyard whose heads and hands were taken in the burden of the sun I had come to meet you with a question in my footsteps I was going up the hillside and the journey just begun All I know of you is in my memory All I ask is you Remember me |
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