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INTRODUCTION피터 브라이언 가브리엘은 영국의 록 음악가이다. 그는 제네시스의 보컬이자 리더로 음악생활을 시작했으며 1977년 이후 솔로 뮤지션의 길을 걸었고 월드뮤직 레이블인 리얼월드와 월드뮤직 축제인 WOMAD를 성공시킨 음악 사업가로서도 왕성하게 활동하고 있다.
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from Strange Days (스트레인지 데이즈) by Graeme Revell [best, ost] (1995)
Dali znaesh mila majko
shto sum ne srekjna Cel den doma sama sedam Nadvor ne smejam |
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from Vanilla Sky (바닐라 스카이) by Nancy Wilson [ost] (2001)
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close I heard a voice Standing stretching every nerve I had to listen had no choice I did not believe the information Just had to trust imagination My heart going boom-boom-boom Son, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home Eh, don't quit To keep in silence I resigned My friends would think I was a nut Turning water into wine Open doors would soon be shut So I went from day to day Oh, my life was in a rut 'Til I thought of what I'd say Which connection I should cut I was feeling part of the scenery I'd walk right out of the machinery My heart going boom-boom-boom Hey, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home Eh, back home When illusion spin her net I'm never where I want to be And liberty, she'd pirhouette When I think that I am free Watched by empty silhouettes Who close their eyes but still can see No one taught them etiquette I will show another me Today I don't need a replacement I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant My heart going boom-boom-boom Hey, I said, you can keep my things They've come to take me home |
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from Philadelphia (필라델피아) by Howard Shore [ost] (1993)
People go naked, and follow these trails, someone before me, lay down these rails, and it's loaded up too heavy, this engine fails, in Lovetown, can't seem to settle down, and do the teeth still match the wounds ? take a good look around, in Lovetown. This is Lovetown. Looking in Lovetown. Sometimes you're troubled waters, on which I pour my oil, in each others shadow, the roots reach into the soil, pull these knots so tightly tied, we cannot uncoil, in Lovetown, no place to settle down, and do the teeth still match the wounds ? take a good look around, Lovetown. This is Lovetown. Looking in Lovetown. Whose lonely lips, will find these hidden scars ? Who's seen the kisses, left in dim lit bars ? Who's out on the streets, looking for love like ours ? Whose looking in lovetown Tonight ? Have you got what you want ? Did you get what you need ? With what you did, and what you saw, Did you find, you needed more ? Have you got what you came for ? Are you really sure ? Are you really sure ? Living in Lovetown, Lovetown |
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from Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel 3 (1980)
I know something about opening windows and doors
I know how to move quietly To creep across creaky wooden floors I know where to find precious things In all your cupboards and drawers Slipping the clippers Slipping the clippers through the telephone wires The sense of isolation inspires Inspires me I like to feel the suspense When I'm certain you know I am there I like you lying awake, Your baited breath charging the air I like the touch and The smell of all the pretty dresses you wear Intruders happy in the dark Intruder come Intruder come and leave his mark, leave his mark |
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from Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel 3 (1980)
Got to get some food
I'm so hungry all the time I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop Got to get some sleep I'm so nervous in the night I don't know how to stop No, I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop Got to pick up the phone I will call any number I will talk to anyone I know I'm gone too far Much too far I gone this time And I don't want to think what I've done I don't know how to stop No, I don't know how to stop There are always hidden silences Waiting behind the chair They come out when the coast is clear They eat anything that moves I go shaky at the knees Lights go out, stars come down Like a swarm of bees No self-control no self-control No self-control No self-control No self-control No self-control No self-control You know I hate to hurt you I hate to see your pain But I don't know how to stop No, I don't know how to stop Street after street Night after night I walk on through the rain I walk on through the rain I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop No, I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop I don't know how to stop |
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from Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel 3 (1980)
I got no means to show identification
I got no papers show you what I am You'll have to take me just the way that you find me What's gone is gone and I do not give a damn Empty stomach, empty head I got empty heart and empty bed I don't remember I don't remember I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything at all I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything -Anything at all Strange is your language and I have no decoder Why don't you make your intentions clear With eyes to the sun and your mouth to the soda Saying, "Tell me the truth, you got nothing to fear Stop staring at me like a bird of prey I'm all mixed up, I got nothing to say I don't remember I don't remember I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything at all I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything Anything at all I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything at all I don't remember, I don't recall I got no memory of anything Absolutely anything at all I don't remember |
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from Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel 3 (1980)
The streets are lined with camera crews
Everywhere he goes is news Today is different Today is not the same Today I make the action Take snapshot into the light, snapshot into the light I'm shooting into the light Four miles down the cavalcade moves on Driving into the sun If I worked it out right They won't see me or the gun Two miles to go, they're clearing the road The cheering has really begun I've got my radio I can hear what's going on I've been waiting for this I have been waiting for this All you people in TV land I will wake up your empty shells Peak-time viewing blown in a flash As I burn into your memory cells 'Cos I'm alive They're coming 'round the corner With the bikers at the front I'm wiping the sweat from my eyes -It's a matter of time -It's a matter of will And the governor's car is not far behind He's not the one I've got in mind 'Cos there he is-the man of the hour, Standing in the limousine "I don't really hate you -I don't care what you do We were made for each other -Me and you I want to be somebody -You were like that too If you don't get given you learn to take And I will take you." Holding my breath Release the catch And I let the bullet fly All turned quiet-I have been here before Lonely boy hiding behind the front door Friends have all gone home There's my toy gun on the floor Come back Mum and Dad You're growing apart You know that I'm growing up sad I need some attention I shoot into the light |
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from Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel 3 (1980)
And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power And through the wire I see your face It's through the wire Friday night, you're staying at home I want you I'm tickling and clicking a metronome I want you Prowling the waterhole-I wait for the kill I want you Pressure's building-overspill I want you And through the wire You are secure And through the wire We can talk And through the wire We can walk It's through the wire Watchmaker steadies his delicate hand I want you For barbeque parties on blood red sands I want you Caught in the strugle tight on the rod I want you Bring out the devil to bring out the god I want you And through the wire I hear your voice And through the wire I touch the power And through the wire I see your face It's through the wire Driving 'round the city rings Staring at the shape of things I talk in pictures not in words Overloaded with everything we said Be careful where you tread Watch the wire And through the wire You are secure And through the wire We can talk And through the wire We can walk And through the wire We're clinging like leeches And through the wire We push out tailormade speeches And through the wire We get so strange across the border We get so strange across the border |
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from Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel 3 (1980)
Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it -Whistling tunes we hid in the dunes by the seaside -Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle It's a knockout If looks could kill, they probably will In games without frontiers-war without tears Games without frontiers-war without tears Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching's is blue They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names -Whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside -Whistling tunes we piss on the goons in the jungle It's a knockout If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers-wars without tears If looks could kill they probably will In games without frontiers-war without tears Games without frontiers-war without tears Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres Jeux sans frontieres |
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from Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel 3 (1980)
It's only water
In a stranger's tear Looks are deceptive But distinctions are clear A foreign body And a foreign mind Never welcome In the land of the blind You may look like we do Talk like we do But you know how it is You're not one of us Not one of us No you're not one of us Not one of us Not one of us No you're not one of us There's safety in numbers When you learn to divide How can we be in If there is no outside All shades of opinion Feed an open mind But your values are twisted Let us help you unwind You may look like we do Talk like we do -But you know how it is You're not one of us Not one of us No you're not one of us You're not one of us Not one of us No you're not one of us Not one of us You're not one of us Not one of us You're not one of us Not one of us You're not one of us |
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from Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel 3 (1980)
It's nice here with a view of the trees
Eating with a spoon? They don't give you knives? 'Spect you watch those trees Blowing in the breeze We want to see you lead a normal life |
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from Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel 3 (1980)
September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine It was business as usual In police room 619 Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja -The man is dead When I try to sleep at night I can only dream in red The outside world is black and white With only one colour dead Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja -The man is dead You can blow out a candle But you can't blow out a fire Once the flames begin to catch The wind will blow it higher Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja -The man is dead And the eyes of the world are Watching now Watching now |
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from Peter Gabriel - Up (2002)
i'm scared of swimming in the sea
dark shapes moving under me every fear i swallow makes me small inconsequential things occur alarms are triggered memories stir it's not the way it has to be i'm afraid of what i do not know i hate being undermined i'm afraid i can be devil man and i'm scared to be divine don't mess with me my fuse is short beneath this skin these fragments caught when i allow it to be there's no control over me i have my fears but they do not have me walking through the undergrowth, to the house in the woods the deeper i go, the darker it gets i peer through the window knock at the door and the monster i was so afraid of lies curled up on the floor is curled up on the floor just like a baby boy i cry until i laugh i'm afraid of being mothered with my balls shut in the pen i'm afraid of loving women and i'm scared of loving men flashbacks coming in every night don't tell me everything's alright when i allow it to be it has no control over me i own my fear so it doesn't own me walking through the undergrowth, to the house in the woods the deeper i go, the darker it gets i peer through the window knock at the door and the monster i was so afraid of lies curled up on the floor is curled up on the floor just like a baby boy i cry until i laugh Drums: Manu Katche, Dave Power Percussion: Mahut Dominique, Ged Lynch, Richard Chappell Bass: Tony Levin Guitars: David Rhodes The London Session Orchestra: Strings String Arrangement: Peter Gabriel, Will Gregory Orchestration: Nick Ingham Programming: Richard Chappell Additional Programming: Alex Swift Bosendorfer, Mutator, Keys, JamMan, MPC Groove: Peter Gabriel |
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from Peter Gabriel - Up (2002)
folded in your fleshy purse
i am floating once again while the muted sounds are pumping rhythm all the walls close in on me pressure's building wave on wave till the water breaks - and outside i go, oh one dot, that's on or off, defines what is and what is not, one dot two dot, a pair of eyes, a voice, a touch, complete surprise, two dot growing up, growing up, looking for a place to live growing up, growing up, gooking for a place to live growing up, growing up, looking for a place to live my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe, three dot four dot, is what will make a square, a bed to build on, it's all there, four dot my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space all the slow clouds pass us by make the Empire State look high as you take me in your sea-stained sweetness it spills, it tingles and it stings all the pleasure that it brings till the door has let the outside inside here well on the floor there's a long wooden table on the table there's an open book on the page there's a detailed drawing and on the drawing is the name i took my ghost likes to travel so far in the unknown my ghost likes to travel so deep into your space growing up, growing up, looking for a place to live growing up, growing up, looking for a place to live growing up, growing up, looking for a place to live growing up, growing up, looking for a place to live my ghost likes to travel my ghost likes to travel moving inside of your space my ghost likes to travel my ghost likes to travel moving inside of your space my ghost likes to travel moving inside my ghost likes to travel moving Inside of your space my ghost likes to travel moving inside my ghost likes to travel moving inside of your space the breathing stops, i don't know when in transition once again such a struggle getting through these changes and it all seems so absurd to be flying like a bird when i do not feel i've really landed here. |
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from Peter Gabriel - Up (2002)
lost my time lost my place in
sky blue those two blue eyes light your face in sky blue i know how to fly, i know how to drown in sky blue warm wind blowing over the earth sky blue i sing through the land, the land sings through me sky blue reaching into the deepest shade of sky blue sky blue so tired of all this travelling so many miles away from home i keep moving to be stable free to wander, free to roam train pulled out said my goodbyes sky blue back on the road alone with the sky sky blue there's a presence here no one denies sky blue sky blue so tired of all this travelling so many miles away from home i keep moving to be stable free to wander, free to roam i can hear the same voice calling crying out, from my heart and that cry, what a cry what a cry, it's going to be if i can stop to let it out, oh. Drums: Manu Katche Percussion: Ged Lynch, Daniel Lanois Bass: Tony Levin Guitars: David Rhodes, Daniel Lanois, Peter Green Hammond: David Sancious Additional Vocals: The Blind Boys Of Alabama Programming: Richard Chappell Additional Prgramming: Alex Swift Backing Vocals: David Rhodes, Melanie Gabriel Firefly Keys, Bosendorfer, Bass Pulse, MPC Groove: Peter Gabriel David Bottrill |
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from Peter Gabriel - Up (2002)
saw a group of people forming
round a figure lying down someone runs to make a phone call the man kneels on the ground the man kneels on the ground there's a tightening in my chest. i know that i'm drawn in oh god let it not - be you don't leave us don't leave like this don't leave me here again i'm not quitting on you there's no one else you're not quitting on us no running out the colour in your shirt is darkening, against the paleness of your skin i remember how you held the goldfish swimming around in a plastic bag swimming around in a plastic bag you held it up so high in the bright lights of the fair it slipped and fell we looked everywhere don't leave us (your eyes are bright, your blood is warm) don't leave like this (your heart is strong, you're holding on) don't leave me here again (i feel your pulse, i hold your hand) i'm not quitting on you there's no one else you're not quitting on us there's no way out no way out don't leave us don't leave like this don't leave me here again (i feel your pulse, i hold your hand) i'm not quitting on you there's no one else you're not quitting on us no running away - no way out |
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from Peter Gabriel - Up (2002)
It was only one hour ago
It was all so different then Nothing yet has really sunk in Looks like it always did This flesh and bone is just the way that we are tied in But there's no one home I grieve...... for you You leave....... me So hard to move on Still loving what's gone They say life carries on Carries on and on and on and on The news that truely shocks is the empty, empty page While the final rattle rocks it's empty, empty cage and I can't handle this I grieve....... for you You leave....... me Let it out and move on Missing what's gone They say life carries on They say life carries on and on and on Life carries on in the people I meet In everyone that's out on the street In all the dogs and cats In the flies and rats In the rot and the rust In the ashes and the dust Life carries on and on and on and on Life carries on and on and on Life carries on and on and on and on Life carries on and on and on Just the car that we ride in The home we reside in The face that we hide in The way we are tied in As life carries on and on and on and on Life carries on and on and on Did I dream this belief or did I believe this dream? Now I will find relief I grieve |
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from Peter Gabriel - Up (2002)
one man at the window
one girl at the bar saw that look of recognition when they know just who you are i seen you on the tv i seen you on that show where you make the people crazy and then you let them go before the show we calm them we sympathise, we care and the hostile folk we keep apart till the red light says 'on air' did you see our leather lovers all tied up to the chair did you catch those child molesters no one else goes there what a show, the barry williams show what a show, dysfunctional excess is all it took for my success the greater pain that they endure the more you know the show has scored its showtime got the reputation of a surgeon cos they cannot feel the cut it looks so very simple but it really is an art they call our studio 'the hospital' making money from the sick we let people be themselves there is no other trick 'my lover stole my girlfriend' 'i keep beating up my ex' 'i want to kill my neighbour' 'my daughter's selling sex' 'my s/m lover hurt me' 'my girl became a man' 'i love my daughter's rapist' 'my life's gone down the pan' what a show, the barry williams show the barry williams show dysfunctional excess is all it took for my success and when the punches start to fly the ratings always read so high its showtime that girl has got no scruples not a wrinkle on her face you would not believe the plot she concieved so they'd let her take my place well, no man is an island no man is a sea but this display of emotion is all but drowning me what a show, oh what a show on my show, the barry williams show it's my show what a show dysfunctional excess is all it took for my success the best tv you've ever seen where people say the things they really mean I hear my name, i hear them roar for the one more time i take the floor just one more barry williams show we're gonna take you where you want to go it's showtime come on down come on down |
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from Peter Gabriel - Up (2002)
the metal jangles as the key turns
unlock the door, wipe my feet clean oh my head sounds like that the oil is spitting in the saucepan i squeeze the sponge and let the cat out oh my head sounds like that oh my head oh oh oh oh oh oh the water's dripping in the hallway the guy next door, he knocks his wall down oh my head sounds like that the knife it scrapes across the burnt brown toast the freight train rumbles past my window oh my head sounds like that oh my head oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh around the axis we all spin to determine what's left out and what's left in what's left out and what's left in what's left out and what's left in who's left out and who's left in who's left in the moments come and go like water i try to hold them but they're fading oh my head sounds like that oh my head oh oh oh |
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