..Sting, "...Nothing Like the Sun", <1987,
A&M> | <1. The Lazarus Heart > | |
| He looked beneath
his shirt today There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide From the wound a lovely flower grew From somewhere deep inside He turned around to face his mother To show her the wound in his breast That burned like a brand But the sword that cut him open Was the sword in his mother's hand Every day another miracle Only death will tear us apart To sacrifice a life for yours I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart The blood of the Lazarus heart Though the sword was his protection The wound itself would give him power The power to remake himself at the time of his darkest hour She said the wound would give him courage and pain The kind of pain that you can't hide From the wound a lovely flower grew From somewhere deep inside Every day another miracle Only death will keep us apart To sacrifice a life for yours I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart The blood of the Lazarus heart Birds on the roof of my mother's house I've no stones that chase them away Birds on the roof of my mother's house Will sit on my roof someday They fly at the window, they fly at the door Where does she get the strength to fight them anymore She counts all her children as a shield against the rain Lifts her eyes to the sky like a flower to the rain Every day another miracle Only death will keep us apart To sacrifice a life for yours I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart The blood of the Lazarus heart |
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| <2. Be Still My Beating Heart> | |
| Be still my beating heart
It would be better to be cool It's not time to be open just yet A lesson once learned is hard to forget Be still my beating heart I'll be taken for a fool It's not healthy to run at this phase Blood run so red to my face I've been to every single book I know To soothe the thoughts that plague me so I sink like a stone that's been thrown in the ocean My logic has drowned in the sea of emotion Stop before you start Be still my beating heart Restore my broken dreams Shattered like a fallen glass I'm not ready to be broken just yet A lesson once learned is hard to forget Be still my beating heart You must learn to stand your ground It's not healthy to run at this phase Blood run so red to my face I've been to every single book I know To soothe the thoughts that plague me so I sink like a stone that's been thrown in the ocean My logic has drowned in the sea of emotion Stop before you start Be still my beating heart Never to be wrong Never to make promises that will break It's like singing in the wind, Writing on the surface of a lake I wriggle like a fish caught on dry land I struggle to avoid any help at hand I sink like a stone that's been thrown in the ocean My logic has drowned in the sea of emotion Stop before you start Be still my beating heart |
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| <3. Englishman In New York> | |
| I don't drink coffee I take
tea my dear I like my toast done on the side And you can hear it in my accent when I talk I'm an Englishman in New York See me walking down Fifth Avenue A walking cane here at my side I take it everywhere I walk I'm an Englishman in New York I'm an alien If "manners maketh man" as someone
said I'm an alien Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety Takes more than combat gear to make a
man If "manners maketh man" as someone
said I'm an alien |
Ä¿ÇÇ´Â ¾È¸¶¼Å¿ä ³ È«Â÷¸¦ ÁÖ¼¼¿ä Å佺Ʈµµ °çµé¿©Áà¿ä ³» ¿¢¼¾Æ®·Î ¾Ë ¼ö ÀÖÀ»°Å¿ä ³ ´º¿åÀÇ ¿µ±¹ÀÎ ´º¿å 5¹ø °¡¸¦ °ÉÀ»¶§ ³ ¿Ü±¹ÀÎ ¿¿³¯ ±× ´©°¡ ¸»ÇßµíÀÌ "¿¹ÀýÀÌ »ç¶÷À» ¸¸µç´Ù"¸é ³ ¿Ü±¹ÀÎ Á¤ÁßÇÔ, ¿¹Àǹٸ§ÀÌ ¾Ç¸íÀ» ³ºÀ» ¼öµµ ÀÖ°í »ç¶÷´Ù¿öÁö´Â °Ç ¹«±â¸¸µé±âº¸´Ù ¾î·Á¿î °Í ¿¿³¯ ±× ´©°¡ ¸»ÇßµíÀÌ "¿¹ÀýÀÌ »ç¶÷À» ¸¸µç´Ù"¸é ³ ¿Ü±¹ÀÎ |
ÀÌ ³ë·¡´Â Quentin Crisp¶ó´Â ½ºÆÃÀÇ Ä£±¸¸¦ À§ÇØ ¸¸µç³ë·¡ÀÔ´Ï´Ù. Quentin Crisp´Â 4-50³â´ë °ÔÀÌ¿¡´ëÇÑ °ÅºÎ°¨ÀÌ °Çß´ø ´ç½Ã ¼±¸ »çȸ¿¡¼ ÀÚ½ÅÀÌ °ÔÀÌÀÓÀ» ´ç´çÈ÷ ¹àÈ÷°í ³ª¼¹´ø Ãʱâ "Ä¿¹Ö¾Æ¿ô"ÀÇ ¼±±¸ÀÚ°ÝÀÎ »ç¶÷ÀÔ´Ï´Ù. ÀÌ »ç¶÷ÀÌ 70ÀÌ ³Ñ¾î¼ ´º¿åÀ¸·Î À̻縦 °¬´Ù°íÇØ¿ä. ±×·¡¼ ´º¿åÀÇ ¿µ±¹ÀÎÀ̵Ȱ̴ϴÙ. ½ºÆÃÀÇ ¸»¿¡ µû¸£¸é ±×·¸°Ô ´Ä¾ú¾îµµ ¾ÆÁ÷µµ ¸Å¿ì ¿ì¾ÆÇϰí Àڱ⠻ý°¢ÀÌ ºÐ¸íÇÑ "´©°¡ ¹¹¶ó°í ÇØµµ »ó°ü¾Ê´Â" Á¸°æ½º·± »ç¶÷À̶ó°í ÇÕ´Ï´Ù. ¹ÂÁ÷ºñµð¿À¿¡ ³ª¿Â ±× ÇҸӴϰ°Àº ´À³¦ÀÇ ÇҾƹöÁö°¡ Quentin CrispÀÔ´Ï´Ù. º»ÀÎ(Quentin Crisp)ÀÇ ¸»¿¡ µû¸£¸é ¹ÂÁ÷ºñµð¿À¸¦ ÂïÀº ½Ã±â°¡ 2¿ùÀ̶ó ³Ê¹« Ãß¿ö¼ Á¤½ÅÀÌ ¾ø¾ú´ÙÇÕ´Ï´Ù. -written by James |
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| <4. History Will Teach Us Nothing> | |
| If we seek solace
in the prisons of the distant past Security in human systems we're told will always always last Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast Without the breath of real freedom we're getting nowhere fast If God is dead and an actor plays his
part Sooner or later just like the world first
day History will teach us nothing Our written history is a catalogue of
crime Sooner or later Convince an enemy, convince him that he's
wrong History will teach us nothing Know your human rights |
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| <5. They Dance Alone (Gueca Solo) > | |
| Why are these
women here dancing on their own? Why is there this sadness in their eyes? Why are the soldiers here Their faces fixed like stone? I can't see what it is they despise They're dancing with the missing They're dancing with the dead They dance with the invisible ones Their anguish is unsaid They're dancing with their fathers They're dancing with their sons They're dancing with their husbands They dance alone They dance alone It's the only form of protest they're
allowed One day we'll dance on their graves Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos Hey Mr. Pinochet |
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| <6. Fragile> | |
| If blood will flow when flesh and steel
are one Drying in the colour of the evening sun Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away But something in our minds will always stay Perhaps this final act was meant To clinch a lifetime's arguments That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could For all those born beneath an angry star Lest we forget how fragile we are On and on the rain will fall Like tears from a star like tears from a star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are how fragile we are On and on the rain will fall Like tears from a star like tears from a star On and on the rain will say How fragile we are how fragile we are |
»ì°ú ¼è°¡ µÚ¾ûÄÑ Çǰ¡ È帣¸é Àú³á Ç޻쿡 ÇÇ´Â ¸¶¸£°í ³»ÀÏÀÇ ºñ´Â ±× ÈçÀûÀ» ¾Ä¾î³»¸®°ÚÁö¸¸ ¿ì¸® ¸¶À½¼Ó ¹«¾ùÀΰ¡´Â ¿µ¿øÈ÷ ³²°ÚÁö. ¾Æ¸¶µµ ±× ¸¶Áö¸· ÇàÀ§´Â ¿ì¸® ÀÏÆò»ý µ¿¾ÈÀÇ ³íÀïÀ» ³¡³»·Á´Â °ÍÀ̾ú°ÚÁö. Æø·ÂÀ¸·Î´Â ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ÀÌ·ê ¼ö ¾ø°í ¾ÕÀ¸·Îµµ °áÄÚ ±×·² ¼ö ¾øÀ» °ÍÀ̶ó´Â. ºÒ±æÇÑ º°ÀÚ¸® ¾Æ·¡ ž´Â ¸ðµç °ÍÀº ¿ì¸®°¡ ¾ó¸¶³ª ¾àÇÑÁö¸¦ »ó±â½Ã۱â À§ÇÔÀ̴ϱî. ½°¾øÀÌ ºñ´Â °è¼Ó ³»¸®³× º°ÀÌ È긮´Â ´«¹°Ã³·³ º°ÀÌ È긮´Â ´«¹°Ã³·³ °è¼ÓÇØ¼ ºñ´Â ¸» ÇϰÚÁö ¿ì¸®°¡ ¾ó¸¶³ª ¾àÇÏ³Ä°í ¿ì¸®°¡ ¾ó¸¶³ª ¾àÇϳİí <Trans. by James> |
*ÇØ¼³ ÀÌ ³ë·¡´Â ½ºÆÃ ³ë·¡ Áß¿¡¼µµ ¸Å¿ì µ¶Æ¯ÇÑ °îÀÔ´Ï´Ù. Ç×»ó º£À̽º¸¦ Àâ´Â ½ºÆÃÀÌ À¯ÀÏÇÏ°Ô ¸ÅÀα⟸¦ ¿¬ÁÖÇÑ´Ù´Â °Í°ú, °î Áß°£¿¡ ½ºÆÃÀÇ ÁïÈï±âŸ¿¬ÁÖ°¡ µé¾î ÀÖ´Ù´Â °ÍÀÌ °¡Àå µÎµå·¯Áø Ư¡À̰ÚÁÒ. ±×¸®°í ÀÌ ³ë·¡°¡ ¹ßÇ¥µÈ ÀÌÈķδ Ç×»ó °ø¿¬ÀÇ Á¦ÀÏ ³¡À» Àå½ÄÇØ ¿Ô´Ù´Â °Íµµ À̳뷤 µû¶ó´Ù´Ï´Â ¾ê±âÁßÀÇ ÇϳªÀÔ´Ï´Ù. ±×¸®°í ½ºÆÃÀÇ °æ·Â¿¡¼ ÀÌ ³ë·¡°¡ »ó¡ÇÏ´Â ¹Ùµµ Å®´Ï´Ù. ±¹Á¦¾ç½É¼ö»ç¸éÀ§¿øÈ¸¸¦ À§ÇÑ È°µ¿À» ÇÏ¸é¼ ³²¹Ì ³»Àü¿¡ °ü½ÉÀ» °¡Áö°Ô µÈ°á°ú ÀÌ ³ë·¡°¡ ¾²¿©Áø °ÍÀε¥, ±× ÈÄ ºê¶óÁúÀÇ »ê¸²º¸È£ ¿îµ¿À» À§Çؼ ÀÌ ³ë·¡°¡ ºÒ·ÁÁö°Ô µÇ¾î Å« ¼º°øÀ» °ÅµÎ¾ú°í, ¾ó¸¶Àü¿£ ¹Ì±¹Å×·¯ ´çÀÏ °ø¿¬À» ÅëÇØ Å×·¯Èñ»ýÀÚ¸¦ Ã߸ðÇÏ´Â ³ë·¡·Î ¾Æ¸¶µµ ½ºÆÃÀÇ °ø¿¬¿¡¼´Â ÃÖÃÊ·Î ÀÌ ³ë·¡°¡ °ø¿¬ "ù°î"À¸·Î ºÒ¸®¿öÁö°Ô µÇ¾ú½À´Ï´Ù. ±×·¯¸é¼ ½ºÆÃÀÇ ³ë·¡ Áß¿¡¼± óÀ½À¸·Î ½º½º·Î ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ °îÀ» ¸®¸ÞÀÌÅ©ÇØ¼ ¹ßÇ¥ÇÑ ½Ì±ÛÀÌ µÇ¾î¹ö¸®±âµµ ÇßÁÒ. Àß ¸¸µç ³ë·¡´Â ÀÌ·¸°Ô ²÷ÀÓ¾ø´Â »ý¸í·ÂÀ» ºÎ¿©¹Þ°Ô µÇ³ªº¾´Ï´Ù. (James) |
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| <7. We'll be Together> | |
| I see me with
you and all the things you do Keep turning round and round in my mind Forget the weather we should always be together And any other thought is unkind To have you with me I would swim the seven
seas We'll be together, yeah I see you with me and all I want to be To have you with me I would swim the seven
seas We'll be together, yeah Call me baby. You can call me anything
you want I see you with me and baby makes three |
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| <8. Straight to My Heart> | |
| Well in a hundred years from
now They will attempt to tell us how A scientific means to bliss Will supercede the human kiss A sub atomic chain But why ever should we care A future sugar coated pill But what will make me yours Come into my door You'll never have to sweep the floor If it's a future world we fear But if our love is pure If I should seek immunity But they only dealt one card Come into my door |
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| <9. Rock Steady> | |
| Saw an ad in
the newspaper that caught my eye I said to my baby this sounds like the ticket for you and I It said volunteers wanted for a very special trip To commune with Mother Nature on a big wooden ship We took a taxi to the river in case any places were free There was an old guy with a beard And every kind of creature as far as the eye could see This old guy was the boss, he said, "It's Rock steady Rock steady It rained for forty days and forty long
nights Rock steady Rock steady Woke up this morning and something had
changed Rock steady Rock steady |
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| <10. Sister Moon> | |
| Sister Moon will be my guide
In your blue blue shadows I would hide All good people asleep tonight I'm all by myself in your silver light I would gaze at your face the whole night through I'd go out of my mind, but for you Lying in a mother's arms The primal root of a woman's charms I'm a stranger to the sun My eyes are too weak How cold is a heart When it's warmth that he seeks? You watch every night, you don't care what I do I'd go out of my mind, but for you I'd go out of my mind, but for you My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun My hunger for her explains everything I've done To howl at the moon the whole night through And they really don't care if I do I'd go out of my mind, but for you |
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| <11. Little Wing> | |
| Well, she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind That's running wild. Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams And fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about... Riding with the wind. When I'm sad she comes to me Fly on, little wing |
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| <12. The Secret Marriage> | |
| No earthly church has ever
blessed our union No state has ever granted us permission No family bond has ever made us two No company has ever earned commission No debt was ever paid no dowry to be granted No treaty over border land or power No semblance of the world outside remained To stain the beauty of this nuptial hour The secret marriage vow is never spoken No flowers on the alter The secret marriage vow is never spoken |
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