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INTRODUCTION아일랜드의 가수·작곡가·색소폰 연주자. 솔로 싱글 리듬앤드블루스곡 《브라운 아이드 걸》을 내 크게 히트했고 《문댄스》, 《밴로즈 스테어웨이》 등을 발표했다. 앨범《애스트럴 위크스》는 록뮤직의 여러 가능성을 모색한 앨범으로 크게 평가 받는다.
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from Bridget Jones''s Diary 2 (브리짓 존스의 일기 2) by Patrick Doyle [ost] (2001)
I've been searching a long time
For someone exactly like you I've been travelling all around the world Waiting for you to come through. Someone like you makes it All worth while Someone like you keeps Me satisfied. Someone exactly Like you. I've been travellin' a hard road Lookin' for someone exactly like you I've been carryin' my heavy load Waiting for the light to come Shining through. Someone like you makes it All worth while Someone like you keeps Me satisfied. Someone exactly Like you. I've been doin' some soul searching To find out where you're at I've been up and down the highway In all kinds of foreign lands Someone like you... etc. I've been all around the world Marching to the beat of a different Drum. But just lately I have Realised The best is yet to come. Someone like you... etc. |
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from Wonder Boys (원더 보이즈) [ost] (2000)
Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone
I'm still searching for, searching for my home Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road And my head is aching and my hands are cold And I'm looking for the silver lining, silver lining in the clouds And I'm searching for and I'm searching for the philosophers stone And it's a hard road, Its a hard road daddy-o When my job is turning lead into gold He was born in the back street, born in the back street Jelly Roll I'm on the road again and I'm searching for The philosophers stone Can you hear that engine Woe can you hear that engine drone Well I'm on the road again and I'm searching for Searching for the philosophers stone Up in the morning, up in the morning When the streets are white with snow It's a hard road, it's a hard road daddy-o Up in the morning, up in the morning Out on the job Well you've got me searching for Searching for, the philosophers stone Even my best friends, even my best friends they don't know That my job is turning lead into gold When you hear that engine, when you hear that engine drone I'm on the road again and I'm searching for the philosophers stone It's a hard road even my best friends they don't know And I'm searching for, searching for the philosophers stone |
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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin' through And it's all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who's rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore. Strike another match, go start anew And it's all over now, Baby Blue. |
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from Moonlight Mile (문라이트 마일) by Mark Isham [ost] (2002)
I'll be your man I'll understand And do my best to take good care of you Yes I will You'll be my queen I'll be your king And I'll be your lover too yes i will Derry down green Colors of my dreams A dream that's daily coming true (let me tell you) When day is through I will come to you And tell you of your many charms and You'll look at me With eyes that see And melt into each others arms And so I come To be the one Who's always standing next to you Reach out for me So I can be The one who's always reaching out for you yes i will You'll be my queen I'll be your king And I'll be your lover too. |
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from The Wonder Years (캐빈은 12살) [ost] (1994)
Hey where did we go, days when the rains came? Down in the hollow, playin' a new game Laughing and a running hey, hey! Skipping and a jumping In the misty morning fog with our hearts a thumpin' and you ... My brown eyed girl You, my brown eyed girl Whatever happened to Tuesday and so slow? Going down the old mine with a transistor radio Standing in the sunlight laughing, hiding behind a rainbow's wall Slipping and sliding, baby, all along the water fall, with you ... My brown eyed girl You, my brown eyed girl Do you remember when we used to sing? Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da ... la te da So hard to find my way, now that I'm all on my own I saw you just the other day, my, how you have grown! Cast my memory back there, Lord, sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout Making love in the green grass, behind the stadium with you ... My brown eyed girl You, my brown eyed girl Do you remember when we used to sing? Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da |
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from Van Morrison - What's Wrong With This Picture? (2003)
What’s wrong with this picture?
There’s something I’m not seeing here What’s wrong with this picture? Something that’s not exactly clear What’s wrong with this picture? Does it look like it’s just another sting? ‘Cos it don’t mean a thing If it ain’t got that swing and ring a ding ding What’s wrong with this picture? Doesn’t anybody see That’s who everyone thought That I used to be What’s wrong with this picture? It’s only hanging on a wall So you can go right back to sleep And just forget about it all, because I’m not that person anymore I’m living in the present time Baby, don’t you understand I’ve left all that jive behind You can’t believe what you read in the papers Or half the news that’s on TV Or the gossip of the neighbours Or anyone who doesn’t want you to be free I’m not that person anymore I’m always living in the present time Don’t you understand I left all that jive behind What’s wrong with this picture? It’s only hanging on the wall Why don’t we take it down and Just forget about it ‘cos that ain’t me at all |
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from Van Morrison - What's Wrong With This Picture? (2003)
Drop that coin right into the slot
Get it whether you’re ready or not Let the whinin boy moan Let the whinin boy moan Let the whinin boy moan If you don’t know how to do it yourself Well they call him Mr. Jellyroll It’s just the way he rolls his dough Let the whinin boy moan Let the whinin boy moan Let the whinin boy moan If you don’t know how to do it yourself Well let the whinin boy moan If you don’t know how to do it yourself Let the whinin boy moan If you don’t know how to do it yourself ‘Cos he can do it better, better than anyone else Whine, whine, whine, whine All the winos down on Market Street Roll on over to old North Beach Let the whinin boy moan Let the whinin boy moan Let the whinin boy moan If you don’t know how to do it yourself Well he gonna sing and play for you Exactly what he’s s’pposed to do Let the whinin boy moan Let the whinin boy moan Let the whinin boy moan If you don’t know how to do it yourself Whine, whine, whine Let the whinin boy moan If you don’t know how to do it yourself Let the whinin boy moan If you don’t know how to do it yourself ‘Cos he can do it better, better than anyone else |
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from Van Morrison - What's Wrong With This Picture? (2003)
By the light of the moon
When the night holds the secrets Of the sleepy lagoon I’m contemplating moonlight On the water When I’m walking with you On an evening in June On an evening in June It can get so sentimental When I’m thinking of you And I can’t think of anything Except being with you When the summer is through On an evening in June On an evening in June Well it lifts me up When I’m talking to you On an evening in June When the flowers are in bloom And the sky is so blue Well there’s so many things Taking place That it’s hard to keep up with it all Keep your eye on the ball And to make the right call When we’re longing for fall On this evening in June Instrumental break On an evening in June Well it lifts me up When I’m talking to you On an evening in June When the flowers are in bloom And the sky is so blue Well there’s so many things taking place That it’s hard to keep up with it all Keep your eye on the ball And to make the right call When we’re longing for fall On this evening in June By the sleepy lagoon On an evening in June By the light of the moon By the sleepy lagoon On an evening in June On an evening in June By the sleepy lagoon By the light of the moon By the sleepy lagoon On an evening in June |
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from Van Morrison - What's Wrong With This Picture? (2003)
Too many myths
People just assuming things that aren’t true There’s too many myths Coming between me and you You might have your name up in lights But you still have to keep your game uptight Too many myths Tell me, tell me how you gonna cope with this Too many myths You act like you’ve never been kissed You put your name up in lights And now you gotta keep your game uptight You got problems I got problems too Everybody’s gonna think There must be something wrong with you because There’s just too many myths Can’t you see I’m just trying to stay in the game Just too many myths I’m just trying to maintain Sure I got my name in lights But I’ve still gotta keep my game uptight Instrumental break You got problems And I got problems too But that doesn’t necessarily mean that There’s something wrong with you There’s just too many myths, Baby I’m just trying to stay in the game There’s far too many myths I’m just trying to maintain I got my name up in lights But I’m just trying to keep my game uptight |
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from Van Morrison - What's Wrong With This Picture? (2003)
We met, deep down in Somerset
A time I can’t forget When we were sippin’ cider in the shade Oh the sun was setting in the West You looked your very best that night Stars were shining in your eyes And we walked, walked all along the sand And it felt, felt like a wonderland And when the summer breeze was gone The memory lingered on You and me down in Somerset Instrumental break Oh we walked, walked and walked and walked all along the sand And it felt just like our love just began And when the summer breeze was gone The memory lingered on, me and you When the summer set We met, we met, we met deep down in Somerset A time I can’t forget You were sippin’ cider in the shade |
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from Van Morrison - What's Wrong With This Picture? (2003)
Lost in a strange city
Nowhere to turn Far cry from the streets that I came from It can get lonely When you’re travelling hard But you can even be lonely Standing in your own back yard Nobody knows the existential dread Of the things that go on inside Someone else’s head Whether it be trivial Or something that Dante said But baby nobody knows the meaning of loneliness No matter how well you know someone You can only ever guess How can you ever really know somebody else? It takes more than a lifetime Just to get to know yourself Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness Instrumental break I have to say a word about solitude For the soul it sometimes they say can be good And I’m partial to it myself, well I must confess Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness Well there’s Sartre and Camus, Nietzsche and Hesse If you dig deep enough You gonna end up in distress And no one escapes having to live life under duress And no one escapes the meaning of loneliness Well they say keep it simple when it gets to be a mess And fame and fortune Never brought anyone happiness I must be lucky Some of my friends think that I’m really blessed Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness Scatting and instrumental break No, no, no, no, nobody knows the meaning of loneliness No, no, no, nobody knows the meaning of loneliness Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness The published lyrics include the following verses: Bright lights, big city nowhere to turn Far cry from the streets where I was born I’ve been doing some travelling Sometimes the road gets hard But you can also be lonely Standing in your own backyard No, no, no, no, no, no, nobody knows The meaning of loneliness No, no, no, no, nobody knows The meaning of loneliness Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness |
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from Van Morrison - What's Wrong With This Picture? (2003)
You gotta stop drinking that wine sonny boy
You gotta stop drinking that wine sonny boy If you don’t stop drinking that wine It’s gonna poison your mind You gotta stop drinking that old wine sonny boy You drink Champagne it’s gonna be better for you You drink Champagne it’s gonna be better for you Everybody’s going out Going out to enjoy You gotta stop drinking that wine sonny boy You drink whiskey just have a tiny wee drop You drink whiskey just have a tiny wee drop You drink whiskey have a tiny wee drop ‘Cos you just don’t know when to stop You gotta stop drinking that wine sonny boy You gotta stop, bop, bop, bop Gotta stop, bop, bop, bop You gotta stop drinking that wine sonny boy Everybody else going out Going out to enjoy You gotta stop drinking that wine sonny boy Gotta stop, bop, bop, bop, bop You gotta stop Stop drinking that old wine sonny boy If you don’t stop drinking that wine It’s gonna poison your mind You gotta stop drinking that wine sonny boy |
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from Van Morrison - What's Wrong With This Picture? (2003)
What will it take for them to leave me alone
Don’t they know I’m just a guy who sings songs I’m not promoting no hit record And I don’t have no TV show And I don’t have no reason to live in a goldfish bowl I’m just doing my gigs And I’m on and off the road Everything I say is not meant to be set in stone Just because they call me a celebrity That does not make it true ‘Cos I don’t believe in the myth people So why should you? Jazz Blues & Funk That’s not Rock & Roll Folk with a beat And a little bit of Soul I don’t have no hit record I don’t have no TV show Tell me why should I have to live in this goldfish bowl? Well there’s parasites and psychic vampires Feeding on the public at large Projecting their shadow onto everyone else Well the newspaper barons Are the scum of the lowest degree And they prey on everybody They prey on you and me I’m singing Jazz Blues & Funk Baby that’s not Rock & Roll Folk with a beat And a little bit of Soul I don’t have no hit record I don’t have no TV show So why should I want to live in this goldfish bowl? |
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from Van Morrison - What's Wrong With This Picture? (2003)
Once in a blue moon
Something good comes along Once in a blue moon Everything's not going wrong When you get weary Beating on the same old gong Once in a blue moon Someone like you comes along Once every once in a while Something comes along that feels just right Once every once in a while Just like switching on an electric light And sometimes you try till you’re blue in the face But when you get that feeling Nothing's going to take its place Once in a blue moon There's a thing called happiness It happens when you're in A state of natural grace When the wind is blowing All around the fence I get that happy feeling Things start making sense All just feels so lucky That you just can't go wrong Once in a blue moon Someone like you comes along Once in a blue moon There's a thing called happiness It happens when you're in A state of natural grace When the grass is growing All around the fence And you get that happy feeling Everything starts making sense And you get so lucky That you can't go wrong Once in a blue moon Something comes along Once in a blue moon Someone like you comes along Once in a blue moon Something good comes along Once in a blue moon Someone like you comes along |
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from Van Morrison - What's Wrong With This Picture? (2003)
I went down to Saint James Infirmary
For to see, for to see my baby there Man, she was laid out on a long white table She was so cold, and so cool, and so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she might be Lord, you can search this whole wide world over But she ain't never going to find another lover man like me When I die, I want you to dress me in straight lace shoes I want a box back coat and a stetson hat I want a 20 dollar gold piece on my watch chain So everybody goin’ to know that I died standing pat |
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from Van Morrison - What's Wrong With This Picture? (2003)
Little village baby,
ain't large enough to be a town From a little village baby, ain't large enough to be a town Gotta get away from the city It's gonna bring you down Heard the voice of the silence, in the evening In the long cool summer nights Heard the voice of the silence, in the evening In the long cool summer nights Telling me not to worry Everything's gonna be all right There's only two kinds of truth Baby let's get it straight from the start There's only two kinds of truth Let's get it straight from the start It's all what you believe Baby in your head and your heart Heard the bells ringing Voices singing soft and low Heard the bells ringing Voices are singing soft and low Way up in the mountain, little village in the snow Raining in the forest Just enough to magnetise the leaves Raining in the forest Just enough to magnetise the leaves We’ll go walking baby with the moonlight shining down through the trees Little village, way up on the mountainside Little village baby, way up on the mountainside Way across the ocean with you by my side |
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from Van Morrison - What's Wrong With This Picture? (2003)
Oh fame, they’ve taken everything
and twisted it Oh fame they say You never could have resisted it What’s in a name And everybody’s jaded by fame Oh fame again The press has gone and made another mess of it Oh just because they got So much invested in it But they say you’re to blame it’s your own fault ‘Cos you got mixed up in fame Oh no don’t believe all that old Andy Warhol guff It takes a lot more than 10 or 15 minutes That’s just not enough To qualify you for Fame, you went beyond the boundries of sanity And every day you defy All the laws of gravity You ain’t got no shame ‘Cos you’re just addicted to fame Oh no don’t you buy none of that old Andy Warhol stuff It takes a lot more than 10 or 15 minutes That’s just not enough To qualify you for Fame, they’re already setting up your own Watergate Oh fame, that stalker out there is just filled with hate You’ll never be the same ‘Cos everyone’s corrupted by fame Oh fame, they took away all my humanity Oh fame got to fight Every second of the day for my dignity It’s a spectator’s game And there ain’t nothing fair about fame Oh fame, oh fame Oh fame say it again, fame They say you’re to blame ‘Cos you got mixed up in fame |
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from Van Morrison - What's Wrong With This Picture? (2003)
I just can’t seem to take much more of this
Got too much hassle baby and not enough bliss Got to give these hangers on a miss ‘Cos I need some help I just don’t get No one seems to understand what’s up What’s up, what’s up So called friends come and go And things just don’t add up Trying to make my way Through all this illusion and myth I don’t even have no safety net Nero fiddled while Rome burnt Napoleon met his Waterloo Sampson went spare when Delilah cut his hair But little David slew Goliath too I’m just trying to get some results Listen baby I’m not trying to start my own cult Please tell me something that I don’t know I just wanna get on with the show Nero fiddled while Rome burnt Napoleon met his Waterloo Sampson went spare when Delilah cut his hair But little David slew Goliath too You’d think some program might do the trick Let me tell you this wall of fog Is just too thick I thought of everything but the whip But baby nobody on my ship is up to it I’m just trying to get some results, some results I’m not trying to start my own cult, no .. Just tell me something that I don’t know I just wanna get on with the show I just wanna get on with the show Just tell me something that I don’t know I just wanna get on with the show And if it don’t work then let it go |
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