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2 NEGATIVE

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Stop you're looking miserable
³»°Ô µ¿Á¤½ÉµûÀ© ¾ø¾î
Can't be bothered to get up today
±×Àú ºÒ¾ÈÇÑ ±ÇŸ¦ ÀÇÁöÇÒ »ÓÀÌÁö
My futures looking positive
±×¸®ÇÔÀ¸·Î ³» ¹Ì·¡¸¦ ÇÕ¸®½ÃÅ°´Â°Å¾ß
No one even picked on me today
°Ô´Ù°¡ ¿À´ÃÀº ¾Æ¹«µµ ³¯ °ÇµéÁö ¾Ê¾Ò¾î
So you tested negative
ÀÌÁ¦ ³­ °ÅÄ¥°í ºÎÁ¤ÀûÀÎ »ý°¢À» ÇÏ°Ô µÉ°Å¾ß
Panic in your bedsit goes away
´õÀÌ»ó ¾Ç¸ù µûÀ§¸¦ µÎ·Á¿ö ÇÒ ³»°¡ ¾Æ´ÔÀ» º¸¿©ÁÖ°Ú¾î
You convert to scientology
¸¶Ä¡ ±«ÀÌÇÑ Á¾±³¸¦ ¹Ï´Â ½ÅµµÃ³·³ Èçµé¸² ¾ø´Â ¸ð½ÀÀ» º¸¿©ÁÖ°Ú¾î
To feel a part of something
Once again
³» ¾È¿¡ ¼û°ÜÁø Áø½ÇµÈ ³»¸éÀ» ´Ù½Ã Çѹø ºÎ¸£±â À§ÇØ ³ª´Â ´Þ¶óÁú°Å¾ß

I look downwards
³ª´Â °Ý·ÄÇÑ ÀλýÀ» ¿øÇØ
Feeling negative
looking negative
ºÎÁ¤ÀûÀ¸·Î ¼¼»óÀ» ¹Ù¶óº¸¸ç
¹ÌÄ£³ðó·³ ÇൿÇÏ°í ´À³¢¸ç
I see downwards
³ª´Â °Ý·ÄÇÑ ÀλýÀ» »ì¾Æ°¥°Å¾ß

Have you ever told a lie to hide a lie
Áø½ÇÀº °ÅÁþÀ¸·Î º¯Çϱ⿡ ³ª´Â °ÅÁþ¸»À» ÇÑ´Ù
Shame on you you compromised again
¿ÀÁ÷ ³ª´Â »ì¾Æ³²±â À§ÇØ °ÅÁþ°ú ŸÇùÇÑ´ÙÁö
Cos things are closing in on you
¿Ö³Ä¸é ¼¼»óÀº ´õ·´°í °ÅÁþÀ̴ϱî
Not so far away as they may seem
¿ì¸®°¡ »ì¾Æ°¡°í ÀÖ´Â Çö½Ç
ÀÌ ¸ðµç °ÍÀÌ °ÅÁþÀÓÀ»

I look downwards
³ª´Â °Ý·ÄÇÑ ÀλýÀ» ¿øÇØ
Feeling negative
looking negative
ºÎÁ¤ÀûÀ¸·Î ¼¼»óÀ» ¹Ù¶óº¸¸ç
¹ÌÄ£³ðó·³ ÇൿÇÏ°í ´À³¢¸ç
I see downwards
³ª´Â °Ý·ÄÇÑ ÀλýÀ» »ì¾Æ°¥°Å¾ß

Someone nudged me in the street
µµ½ÃÀÇ ±æ°Å¸®¸¦ º¸¶ó±¸ ¾ó¸¶³ª ´õ·¯¿îÁö
Someone looked at me twice
½ÉÁö¾î ¾î¶² »ç¶÷Àº ³¯ ¹«½ÃÇÏ°í °ç´«Áú Çϱ⵵ ÇØ
Now I'm negative
³­ ºÎÁ¤ÀûÀÎ »ý°¢À» ÇÏ°í »ì°Å¾ß
Someone nudged me in the street
±æ°Å¸®¿¡¼­ ¸¸³ª´Â ¸¹Àº »ç¶÷µéÀº ±×·¸°Ô ³¯ ¹«½ÃÇÑ´ÙÁö
Someone poke me in the eye
¶Ç ¾î¶² »ç¶÷µéÀº ³¯ ¹«½ÃÇÏ°í Á¸³» ¿³°°Àº ´«À¸·Î ÃÄ´ÙºÁ
Now I'm negative
³­ ºÎÁ¤ÀûÀÎ »ý°¢À» ÇÏ°í ºÎÁ¤ÀûÀ¸·Î »ì°Å¾ß
NEGATIVE


1 SIX

And you see, I kind of shivered
To conformity
Did you see the way I cowered to authority
You see, my life it's a series of
Compromises anyway
It's a sham and I'm conditioned
To accept it all you see

º¸´Ù½ÃÇÇ, ³­ ¼øÁ¾ÀÇ ³í¸®¿¡ ¹ú¹ú ¶³¾ú°í
±ÇÀ§¿¡ ºñ±¼ÇÏ°Ô ¿òÃ÷·¯µé¾úÁö.
º¸´Ù½ÃÇÇ, ³» »îÀº ¾îÂ÷ÇÇ Å¸ÇùÀÇ ¿¬¼ÓÀÏ
»ÓÀ̾ß.
±×·±°Ç ´Ù »ç±âÀÏ»ÓÀÌÁö¸¸ º¸´Ù½ÃÇÇ
³­ ±×·± °Í ¸ðµÎ¸¦ ¹Þ¾ÆµéÀ̵µ·Ï Á¶Á¾µÇ°íÀÖ¾î.

More than I had before
More than I've presently got
More than I'll ever use up
More than I really need
More than I could possibly spend
My religion is caged

³»°¡ ÀÌÀü¿¡ °¡Á³´ø °Íº¸´Ùµµ ´õ
³»°¡ ÇöÀç °¡Áø °Íº¸´Ùµµ ´õ
³»°¡ ¾ÕÀ¸·Î ½á¹ö¸± °Íº¸´Ùµµ ´õ
³»°¡ Á¤¸»·Î ¿øÇÏ´Â °Íº¸´Ùµµ ´õ
³»°¡ ¾Æ¸¶µµ ¾µ ¼ö ÀÖÀ» Á¤µµº¸´Ùµµ ´õ
³» ½Å¾Ó½ÉÀº °¨±ÝµÇ¾ú¾î

Safe from progress,purgatory I know
How does this affect me
Emotionally affect me
Will they let me go?
Equilbrium imbalanced again
I feel no pain
The Jabberwocky haunts me in
Memory it's caged

³ª¿¡°Õ ´ÜÁË¿Í °°Àº Áøº¸·ÎºÎÅÍ ³­ ¾ÈÀüÇØ
±×°Ô ³¯ ¾îÂ ÇØÄ¡´Â °ÍÀÎÁö
Á¤¼­ÀûÀ¸·Î Çطοî°ÇÁö
±×µéÀÌ ³¯ °¡¸¸µÖÁÙ±î?
ÆòÇü»óÅ°¡ ´Ù½Ã ±úÁ®¹ö·È¾î
³­ °íÅëÀ» ´À³¢Áö ¾Ê¾Æ
¾Ë¾ÆµéÀ» ¼ö ¾ø´Â ¸»µéÀÌ ³¯ ¹«¼·°Ô ÇØ
±â¾ïÀº °¨±Ý´çÇß¾î

I feel no pain
But if you punched me in the stomach
Then I'd feel it again

³­ °íÅëÀ» ´À³¢Áö ¾Ê¾Æ
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¸¸ÀÏ ³×°¡ ³» ¹è¸¦ Ä£´Ù¸é
±×¶© ´Ù½Ã±Ý ±×°É ´À²¸º¸°ÚÁö

Life is a compromise anyway
And it's a sham, and i'll accept it all

»îÀº ŸÇùÀÌ¾ß ¾îÂ÷ÇÇ
±×¸®°í ±×·± °Ç »ç±âÁö¸¸, ³­ ±×°Í ¸ðµÎ¸¦ ¹Þ¾ÆµéÀϰžß

***ŸÇùÀÇ ¿¬¼Ó¿¡ ºÒ°úÇÑ »î¿¡ ¸¸Á·À» ´À³¢°í »ì¾Æ°¡´Â Àΰ£À» Á¶¼ÒÇÏ´Â °¡»çÀÎ °Í °°±º¿ä.
ƯÈ÷ '³»°¡ °¡Á³´ø °Íº¸´Ùµµ ´õ, ³»°¡ ÇöÀç °¡Áø °Íº¸´Ùµµ ´õ, ³»°¡ ¾ÕÀ¸·Î ¾µ °Íº¸´Ùµµ ´õ, ³»°¡ Á¤¸» ÇÊ¿äÇÑ °Íº¸´Ùµµ ´õ, ³»°¡ ¾Æ¸¶µµ ¼ÒºñÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖÀ» Á¤µµº¸´Ùµµ ´õ'¶ó´Â ´ë¸ñ¿¡¼­´Â,
ÀÚº»ÁÖÀÇ »çȸÀÇ ¹°½ÅÁÖÀǸ¦ ºñÆÇÇÏ´Â µí. (µÚ¿¡ ³ª¿Â ³ë·¡µéÀÇ °¡»ç¸¦ º¸½Ã¸é ¾Ë°ÚÁö¸¸ Draper´Â ¸·½Ã½ºÆ®¸¦ ÀÚóÇÏ´Â °Í °°±º¿ä)
SIX



2 NEGATIVE

Stop you're looking miserable
Can't be bothered to get up today
My futures looking positive
No one even picked on me today
So you tested negative
Panic in your bedsit goes away
You convert to scientology
To feel a part of something
Once again

ºñÂüÇÑ Ã´ÇÏ´Â °Ç ±×¸¸µÖ
¿À´ÃÀº ±ÍÂú°Ô ÀϾ ÇÊ¿ä ¾ø¾î
³» ¹Ì·¡´Â ±àÁ¤ÀûÀ¸·Î º¸¿©
¿À´ÃÀº ½ÉÁö¾î´Â ¾Æ¹«µµ ³¯ ±«·ÓÈ÷Áö ¾Ê¾Ò¾î
±×·¡¼­ ³Í ºÎÁ¤ÀûÀ¸·Î µÇº¸±â·Î ÇßÁö
ÀáÀÚ¸®¿¡¼­ÀÇ °øÆ÷´Â »ç¶óÁ®
³Í scientology*·Î °³Á¾ÇßÁö
¾î¶² °ÍÀÇ ÀϺθ¦ ´Ù½Ã±Ý ´À²¸º¸±â À§ÇØ

I look downwards
Feeling negative, looking negative
I see downwards

³­ ³ª»Û ÂÊÀ¸·Î¸¸ ¹Ù¶óºÁ
ºÎÁ¤ÀûÀ¸·Î ´À³¢¸ç, ºÎÁ¤ÀûÀ¸·Î ¹Ù¶óº¸¸ç
³­ ³ª»Û Á¡¸¸ ºÁ

Have you ever told a lie to hide a lie
Shame on you, you compromised again
'Cos things are closing in on you
Not so far away as they may seem

°ÅÁþ¸»ÇÑ °ÍÀ» ¼û±â±â À§ÇØ °ÅÁþ¸»Çغ» Àû ÀÖ´Ï
ºÎ²ô·´Áöµµ ¾Ê¾Æ, ³Í ¶Ç ŸÇùÇعö·È¾î.
¿Ö³ÄÇÏ¸é ¼¼»óÀÌ ³Ê¸¦ Æ÷À§ÇÏ°í À°¹ÚÇØ¿À´Ï±î
±×°ÍµéÀº º¸±âº¸´Ù ±×·¸°Ô ¸Ö¸® ÀÖÁö ¾Ê¾Æ

Someone nudged me in the street
Someone looked at me twice
Now I'm negative
Someone nudged me in the street
Someone poke me in the eye
Now I'm negative

±æ°Å¸®¿¡¼­ ¾î¶² »ç¶÷Àº ³¯ ¹ÐÃƾî
¾î¶² »ç¶÷Àº ³¯ µÎ ¹ø ÃĴٺþî
ÀÚ ³­ ºÎÁ¤ÀûÀ̾ß
¾î¶² »ç¶÷Àº ±æ°Å¸®¿¡¼­ ³¯ ¹ÐÃƾî
¾î¶² »ç¶÷Àº ³¯ ¸Å¼·°Ô ÃĴٺþî
ÀÚ ³­ ºÎÁ¤ÀûÀ̾ß

*scientology: Á¤½Å¿ä¹ý°ú ´É·Â°³¹ß¿¡ ÁßÁ¡À» µÐ ½ÅÈïÁ¾±³ÀÇ ÀÏÁ¾.
Á¸ Æ®·¡º¼Å¸µµ ÀÌ Á¾±³·Î °³Á¾Çß´ÙÁÒ

***¼¼»óÀ» ±×·±´ë·Î ±àÁ¤ÀûÀ¸·Î ¹Ù¶óº¸¸ç »ì´ø »ç¶÷ÀÌ ¾î´À³¯ °©Àڱ⠼¼»óÀ» ºÎÁ¤ÀûÀ¸·Î º¸±â·Î ¸¶À½À» ¹Ù²å´Ù¸é?
°ú´ë¸Á»óÁõÀûÀÌ°í ÇÇÇظÁ»óÁõÀûÀÎ »îÀÇ ¿¬¼ÓÀÌ°ÚÁÒ.
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ ¼±ÅÃÀ¸·Î ±×·¸°Ô µÈ °ÍÀ̸é... ¹«½¼ °ÔÀÓ°°³×¿ä
NEGATIVE



3 SHOTGUN

I fully understand the shotgun in
My pillow
Is no uncarved block at hand
Life is sweet but not it seems for Buddah
There's a shotgun in his hand

³­ ³» º£°³ ¼ÓÀÇ ¿±ÃÑÀ»
ÃæºÐÈ÷ ÀÌÇØÇÏ°Ú¾î
±×°Ç ¼Õ¿¡ ÀâÈ÷´Â °÷¿¡ ³õÀÎ ¾ç°¢(åÕʾ)µÈ µ¢¾î¸®°¡ ¾Æ³Ä
»îÀº ´ÞÄÞÇÏÁö¸¸ ºÎó¸¦ À§ÇÑ °ÍÀº ¾Æ´Ñ °Í °°¾Æ
±×ÀÇ ¼Õ¿¡ ¿±ÃÑÀÌ µé·ÁÀÖ¾î

The nature of uncarved blocks
Is how to describe
What's hard to describe

¾ç°¢µÈ µ¢À̸®µéÀÇ ¼Ó¼ºÀ̶õ
¾î¶»°Ô ¸»ÇؾßÇϳª
¼³¸íÇϱâ Èûµé±º

The simplest things, the quietest
The child-like simplicity
Everything I need to hear
Positive the way I view
The simplest of thought inherit the earth

°¡Àå ´Ü¼øÇÑ °ÍµéÀÌÁö, °¡Àå Á¶¿ëÇÏ°í
¾î¸°¾ê°°Àº ´Ü¼ø¼ºÀ̾ß
³»°¡ µéÀ» ÇÊ¿ä°¡ ÀÖ´Â ¸ðµç °Íµé
³»°¡ ¹Ù¶óº¸´Â °üÁ¡ÀÌ °¡Áø ±àÁ¤ÀûÀÎ ¸é
¼¼»óÀ» ¹°·Á¹Þ´Â »ý°¢ Áß °¡Àå ´Ü¼øÇÑ °Í

Like Winnie-the-Pooh, confucianist rules
Oblivious in what I do
Deliberate the way I live
Shotgun blows

°õµ¹ÀÌ Çª¿ìó·³, À¯±³ÁÖÀÇÀÚµéÀÌ Áö¹èÇØ
³»°¡ ¹«¾ùÀ» ÇÏ´ÂÁö´Â ¸Á°¢ÇÏ°í
³»°¡ »ì¾Æ°¡´Â ¹æ½Ä¿£ ½ÅÁßÇØ
ÃÑÀÌ ¹ß»çµÈ´Ù

The nature of uncarved blocks
is how to describe what's hard to describe
Vinegar taster says
The more force i apply
The more trouble I make

¾ç°¢µÈ µ¢¾î¸®µéÀÇ ¼Ó¼ºÀ̶õ
¾î¶»°Ô ¸»ÇؾßÇÒ±î ¼³¸íÇϱ⠾î·Æ±º
½ÄÃÊ °¨½Ä°¡°¡ ¸»Çϱæ
ÈûÀ» ¸¹ÀÌ ¾µ ¼ö·Ï
¹®Á¦°Å¸®´Â ´Ã¾î³­´Ù°í

Is that I cannot describe why it is such
A perfect illustration of the
Opposite and complex arrogance
We display to protect one another
Think too much

±×·¡¼­ ¿ì¸®°¡ ½º½º·Î¸¦ ³²µé¿¡°Ô¼­ºÎÅÍ º¸È£ÇÏ·Á°í
µå·¯³»´Â »ó¹ÝµÇ°íµµ º¹ÀâÇÑ ¿À¸¸ÇÔÀ»
¿Ïº®ÇÏ°Ô ¹¦»çÇÒ ¼ö°¡ ¾ø´Ù´Â°Å¾ß
³­ »ý°¢À» ³Ê¹« ¸¹ÀÌÇÏ´Â °Í °°±º

***'¹«±â'¿¡ ´ëÇÑ ´Ü»ó? À½... '¾ç°¢µÈ µ¢¾î¸®'³ª '¿ì¸®°¡ ½º½º·Î¸¦ ³²µé¿¡°Ô¼­ºÎÅÍ º¸È£ÇÏ·Á°í µå·¯³»´Â »ó¹ÝµÇ°íµµ º¹ÀâÇÑ ¿À¸¸ÇÔ'Àº ¸ðµÎ ÀÌ ³ë·¡¿¡¼­ shotgunÀ» ÁöĪÇÏ´Â ´Ù¸¥ À̸§ÀÔ´Ï´Ù.
¾Æ¸¶µµ '¹«±â¶ó´Â °ÍÀÌ ¿Ö ¼¼»ó¿¡ Á¸ÀçÇϴ°ɱî'¶ó´Â »ý°¢À» ÇÏ´Ù°¡ ¾´ °¡»ç°¡ ¾Æ´ÒÁö.
ÆòÈ­ÁÖÀÇÀÚÀû °üÁ¡À¸·Î º¸±âº¸´Ù´Â, ¹«±â·Î ½º½º·Î¸¦ º¸È£ÇÏ·Á°íÇÏ´Â Àΰ£µéÀÇ ¼Ó¼º¿¡ ´ëÇØ ³Ã¼ÒÀûÀ¸·Î °íÂûÇÑ °Í °°±º¿ä. (ÇÏÁö¸¸ È­ÀÚÀÇ º£°³ ¼Ó¿¡µµ ½º½º·Î¸¦ º¸È£Çϱâ À§ÇØ ¿±ÃÑÀ» ¼û°Üµ×´Ù-_-;; ÀÌ ¸ðµç »çÀ¯´Â Àڱ⠺£°³ ¹Ø ¿±ÃÑ¿¡¼­ ½ÃÀÛ)
±×·±µ¥ È­ÀÚÀÇ º£°³ ¹Ø¿¡ ¿±ÃÑÀ» ³Ö¾îµÎ°í ÀÌ¿¡ °ñ¸ôÇÏ°íÀÖ´Â ¸ð½ÀÀº, ¾îµòÁö º¸È£ÀÇ ¸ñÀû ¿Ü¿¡µµ 'ÀÚ»ì'À̶ó´Â ÇàÀ§¸¦ ¶°¿Ã¸®°Ô Çϴ±º¿ä. (³ª¸¸ ±×·±°¡?;;)
SHOTGUN



4 INVERSE MIDAS

Everybody helps me make
My own mistakes
If I'm left alone I'd make
Them anyway

¸ðµç »ç¶÷ÀÌ
³»°¡ ½Ç¼öµéÀ» ÀúÁö¸£´Âµ¥ ÀÏÁ¶Çß¾î
¼³·É ³»°¡ È¥ÀÚÀÖ´ÙÇصµ
¾îÂ÷ÇÇ ±× ½Ç¼öµéÀ» ÀúÁú·¶À» °ÅÁö¸¸ ¸»¾ß

Great events, but can't predict
What's happening in present tense
No difference in code to me

¾öû³­ »ç°Çµé, ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¿¹ÃøÇÒ ¼ö ¾øÀݾÆ
ÇöÀç ½ÃÁ¦¿¡¼± ¾î¶² ÀÏÀÌ ¹ú¾îÁö°í ÀÖ´ÂÁö
³ª¿¡°Õ ±âȣü°è¶ó´Â ¸é¿¡¼­´Â Â÷ÀÌ°¡ ¾ø¾î

***¾î¶² °ÍÀÌµç ¸¸Áö±â¸¸Çϸé Ȳ±ÝÀ¸·Î º¯ÇÑ´Ù´Â ¸¶ÀÌ´Ù½º¿Í´Â ¹Ý´ëÀÎ Inverse Midas´Â ¸¸Áö´Â Á·Á· ½Ç¼ö¸¸ ÀúÁö¸£´Â µí.
(¸¶Áö¸· no difference in code to me´Â ¾î¶»°Ô ¹ø¿ªÇؾßÇϳª ²Ï °í¹ÎÇߴµ¥, ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ¸Å²ô·´Áö°¡ ¾Ê±º¿ä. ´õ ÁÁÀº ¹æÇâÀÌ ÀÖÀ¸¸é ÁÖÀú¸»°í Á¦½ÃÇϽñæ.)
INVERSE MIDAS



5 ANTI-EVERYTHING

Anti-everything
Live in Richard Rogers Doorways
I care nothing
Lives at the bottom of your strung out
Conscience
Mescalin
Take the day off,it's cheap for cider
I pay for sex in sleeping bags

¸ðµç °Í¿¡ ¹Ý´ëÇÏ´Â °Í
Richard RogersÀÇ ¹®°£¿¡¼­ »ìÁö
³­ ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ »ó°ü¾ÈÇØ
¸¶¾à¿¡ ÃëÇØ ¼è¾àÇØÁø ³ÊÀÇ ¾ç½ÉÀÇ ¹Ø¹Ù´Ú¿¡
»ì¾Æ°¡Áö
Mescalin(¸¶¾àÀÇ ÀÏÁ¾)
ÇÏ·ç´Â ÀÏÀ» ½¬´Â°Å¾ß, ½ÄÀº Á× ¸Ô±âÀݾÆ(»çÀÌ´Ù ¸¶½Ã´Â °Íó·³ ½¬¿ò)
³­ ħ³¶¿¡¼­ ¼½½º¿¡ ´ëÇÑ °ªÀ» Ä¡·çÁö

I smell you on me
Phased out of your life
You're no different from me

³ª´Â ³ÊÀÇ »î¿¡¼­ Á¡Â÷ ¸Ö¾îÁ®°¡´Â ³ª¿¡°Ô¼­
³× ³¿»õ¸¦ ¸ÃÁö
³Êµµ ³ª¿Í ´Ù¸¦ °Ô ¾ø¾î

I tell you anti-everything
Love him and hate him both at
The same time
I care nothing......
.......Find a place where you can rest
Your sleepy head and won't get
Pissed with me

¸ðµç °Í¿¡ ¹Ý´ëÇÏ´Â °Í¸»¾ß
µ¿½Ã¿¡
±×¸¦ »ç¶ûÇÏ°í ±×¸¦ ¹Ì¿öÇØ
³­ ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ »ó°ü ¾È ÇØ......
.......³ÊÀÇ Á¹¸®¿î ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ÆíÈ÷ ½¬°Ô ÇÒ °÷À»
ã¾Æº¸µµ·Ï ÇØ
±×·¯¸é ³ª¶§¹®¿¡ ±âºÐ´õ·¯¿öÁö´Â ÀÏÀº ¾øÀ»Å״ϱî

***ÀÌ ¾Ù¹ü Àüü¸¦ °üÅëÇÏ´Â ÁÖÁ¦(ÁÖÁ¦¶ó°í ÇÏ´Â°Ô ºÎ´ã½º·´´Ù¸é, ¼ÒÀç)ÀÎ '»ó±Ë¿¡¼­ ¹þ¾î³­ »î'À» ¶Ñ·ÇÇÏ°Ô º¸¿©ÁÖ´Â °¡»çÀÎ °Í °°±º¿ä.
»çȸ °ü½À¿¡ ÀÏ´Ü µµÀüÇÏ°í ¹ÝÇ×ÇÏ´Â »î.¸¶¾à°ú ¼½½º¿¡ Ž´ÐÇÏ°í ¾î¶»°Ô º¸¸é µ¥Ä«´çÇÏ°Ô º¸¿©Áú ¼öµµ ÀÖ´Â.
ÈåÀ½.
ANTI-EVERYTHING



6 FALL OUT

It never occurs to me
To ask anybody what I'm doing here

³»°¡ ¿©±â¼­ ¹»ÇÏ°í ÀÖ´Â °ÇÁö
´©±º°¡¿¡°Ô ¹°¾îº¸´Â ÀÏÀº °áÄÚ ¾ø¾ú¾î

I know you're purely Marxist
Your philosophy's so cool
With your tranquilisers, valium and gin
You talk of euthanasia
And your breakdown was so cool
Did Stanley Kubrick fake it with the moon?

³­ ³×°¡ ¼øÀüÇÑ ¸·½Ã½ºÆ®¶ó´Â °É ¾Ë¾Æ
³× ¼¼°è°üÀº ³Ê¹« ¸ÚÁ®
³× ½Å°æ ¾ÈÁ¤Á¦¿Í ÁøÁ¤Á¦¿Í ÁøÀ» °¡Áö°í
³Í ¾È¶ô»ç¿¡ ´ëÇØ ¾ê±âÇÏÁö
³× ¼è¾àÁõÀº ³Ê¹« ¸ÚÁ®
½ºÅĸ® Å¥ºê¸¯ÀÌ ±×°É ´Þ·Î ³¯Á¶Çß´ø°¡?

This cult of positivity once again
But I didn't think about
The fall out

´Ù½Ã ÇÑ ¹ø ÀÌ·± '±àÁ¤ÀûÀÎ °Íµé'¿¡ ´ëÇÑ ¼þ¹è
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³­
³«¿ÀµÇ´Â °ÍÀº »ý°¢ÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Ò¾î

***'±àÁ¤ÀûÀÎ °Íµé(positivity:±àÁ¤¼º)'¿¡ ´ëÇÑ ¿­·ÄÇÑ ¼þ¹è¶ó.
'³«°üÀû'ÀÌ°í '¾ÈÁ¤Àû'ÀÎ °üÁ¡µé¸¸À» ÀûÀýÇÏ´Ù°í ÀÎÁ¤ÇÏ´Â °ü½ÀÀû »ç°í¸¦ ºñ²¿´Â ¸»À̶ó°í »ý°¢ÇÕ´Ï´Ù.
»ç¶÷Àº ¹àÀ½°ú ¾îµÎ¿ò, »ç¶û°ú Áõ¿À, Áñ°Å¿ò°ú ½½ÇÄ, ÀÚºñ·Î¿ò°ú ÀÜÀÎÇÔ µîÀ» ¸ðµÎ °®Ãá Á¸ÀçÀε¥, Àΰ£ÀÇ ÀϺο¡ ºÒ°úÇÑ ¼ÒÀ§ '±àÁ¤Àû °¡Ä¡'¸¸ÀÌ ÁÁÀº °ÍÀÌ°í Àΰ£ÀÇ ¸ðµç °ÍÀÎ¾ç »ý°¢ÇÏ°ï ÇÏÁÒ.
FALL OUT



7 SEROTONIN*

My migraine makes me ill
My electricity is low
My laceration soothes itself
My chemicals flow
and I'm boosting what I take
Just like the Germans getting off
On herbal vaccum-pumps of blow
It shows all I know

³» ÆíµÎÅëÀº ³ª¸¦ ¾ÆÇÁ°Ô ÇØ
ÈïºÐµµ µÇÁö ¾Ê¾Æ
³» Âõ±ä »óó´Â ½º½º·ÎÀÇ °íÅëÀ» ´Þ·¡Áà
³» ¾àÀÌ (Ç÷°üÀ» Ÿ°í) Èê·¯
±×¸®°í ³­ ¾àÀÇ ¾çÀ» ´Ã¸®Áö
¸¶Ä¡ µ¶ÀÏÀεéÀÌ ¸¶¸®È­³ª°¡ ´ã±ä
Áø°øÆßÇÁ·Î Áñ±âµíÀÌ ¸»¾ß
³»°¡ ¾Æ´Â ÇÑÀº ±×·¡

And I drop and I drop
And my body levels drop
And my nerves clogging up
Sucking all the substance up

±×¸®°í ³­ ħÀáÇØ ±×¸®°í ³­ °¡¶ó¾É¾Æ
±×¸®°í ³» »ýü¼öÄ¡´Â ¶³¾îÁ®
³» ½Å°æµéÀº ±»¾îÁ®°¡°í
¸ðµç ºÎÀ§°¡ ¸Á°¡Á®°¡

With this method that I've found
I'm redressing all I know
I can change the amount of God
That wraps around me
From a satellite they fire
Serotonin from eight miles
Above Deeside* in binary
It orbits my street

³»°¡ ã¾Æ³½ ÀÌ ¹æ¹ýÀ¸·Î
³­ ³»°¡ ¾Ë°íÀÖ´Â ¸ðµç °ÍÀ» ¹Ù·ÎÀâÁö
³­ ³ª¸¦ °¨½Î°íÀÖ´Â
½ÅÀÇ °¡Ä¡¸¦ ¹Ù²Ü ¼ö ÀÖ¾î
±×µéÀÌ ¹ß»çÇÑ À§¼ºÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ
8¸¶ÀÏ ¶³¾îÁø °÷À¸·ÎºÎÅÍ ¿À´Â Serotonin
ÀÌÁø¹ýÀÇ Deeside À§·Î
³ªÀÇ °Å¸® ÁÖÀ§¸¦ ¼±È¸Çϳ×

Redux,redux,redux,redux*
My chemist is the only friend
That I've got

µ¹¾Æ¿Í, µ¹¾Æ¿Í, µ¹¾Æ¿Í, µ¹¾Æ¿Í
¸¶¾à»ó¸¸ÀÌ
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*serotonin Ç÷¾× ¼ÓÀÇ Ç÷°ü¼öÃ༺ ¹°ÁúÀ̶ó´Â±º¿ä. ¸¶¾à ÁÖÀԽà ºÐºñµÇ´Â
È£¸£¸óÀϱî? Á¤È®È÷´Â Àß ¸ð¸¨´Ï´Ù. (ÀÇÇÐÀ̳ª »ýÈ­ÇÐÇÏ´Â ºÐ~)

*Deeside À½ ¾Æ¸¶µµ MansunÀÌ ¾Ù¹üÀ» ³ìÀ½ÇÑ ½ºÆ©µð¿À´ø°¡ ÇÒ°Ì´Ï´Ù. Çä
±×·¯¸é ÀÌ °îÀ» ¸¸µé ¶§ ¸¶¾àÀ» ¸ÔÀ¸¸é¼­ Çß´Ù´Â ¼Ò¸®?;; ¾Ù¹ü
ºÐÀ§±â°¡ ±¦È÷ »çÀÌÅ°µ¨¸¯ÇÑ °Ô ¾Æ´Ï¾ú±º-_-;

*Redux ¶óƾ¾î·Î bring back restoringÀ̶ó´Â ÀǹÌÀÔ´Ï´Ù. °¡»çÀÇ »óȲÀ¸·Î
ºÁ¼­´Â ¸¶¾à¿¡ ÃëÇؼ­ ¸À°£ »óÅ¿¡¼­ Á¤½ÅÀ» Â÷¸®¶ó´Â(come to
senses)¼Ò¸®°¡ ¾Æ´ÒÁö. Àâ´ãÀÌÁö¸¸ X-FileÀÌ ¹æ¼ÛÀç°³ÇÒ ¶§ ùȸ
Á¦¸ñµµ Redux¿´ÁÒ

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¾à±â¿îÀÌ µµ´Ï Çö½Ç°ú´Â ´Þ¸® ¸ðµç °ÍÀÌ °¡´ÉÇÑ °Íó·³ ´À²¸Áö°ÚÁÒ, ½ÅÀÇ °¡Ä¡Á¶Â÷ ³»°¡ ÁÂÁö¿ìÁöÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â Á¤µµ·Î.
MansunÀÌ ¾àÀ» ¸¹ÀÌ ¾²´Â ¹êµå¶ó´Â ¾ê±â´Â µé¾úÁö¸¸...ÈÞ;;
µ¥Ä«´çÀÇ ±ØÄ¡±º¿ä-_-
SEROTONIN



8 CANCER

My Book of Mormon
Wrapped in turin
And it seems inferior and jittery
You preach elastic
To your jagged flock
In an eerie passion for self-flattery

³» Mormon °æÀü
turinÀ¸·Î ½Î¿©ÀÖÁö
Á¶¾ÇÇÏ°í ½Å°æ°ú¹ÎÀûÀÎ °Í °°¾Æ
³Ê´Â ³ÊÀÇ ¼úÃëÇÑ ±ºÁߵ鿡°Ô
ÀÚ¸¸½É¿¡ ´ëÇÑ ¹«½Ã¹«½ÃÇÑ ¿­Á¤À¸·Î
»óȲ¼øÀÀÀûÀÎ ¼³±³¸¦ ÇÏÁö

I'm emotionally raped by Jesus
But I'm still here,
Somehow I'm still here

³­ Á¤¼­ÀûÀ¸·Î ¿¹¼öÇÑÅ× °­°£´çÇß¾î
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³­ ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ¿©±â¿¡ Àִ°É,
¾îÂîµÈ ÀÏÀÎÁö ³­ ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ÀÌ ÀÚ¸®¾ß

What now of my faith
Just a desperate exercise to limit pain
I am weak
I'm emotional and sensitve and frail
In need of some love
Pull the cancer from the Vatican's
Own state
Uninformed, you will harbour those
Who nurtured Europe's war

³» ½Å¾ÓÀÇ ÇöÀç´Â ¾î¶°Çϳĸé
±×Àú °íÅëÀÌ Ä¿ÁöÁö ¾Ê°ÔÇÏ·Á´Â Àý¹ÚÇÑ ½Çõ¿¡ Áö³ªÁö¾Ê¾Æ
³­ ¾àÇØ
³­ °¨Á¤ÀûÀÌ°í ½Å°æÁúÀûÀÌ°í ÀÇÁö¹Ú¾àÇØ
¾à°£ÀÌ¶óµµ »ç¶ûÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇؼ­
VaticanÀÇ ¿µ¿ª¿¡¼­ ±× ¾ÇÆó¸¦ ²ø¾î¿Íº»°ÅÁö
¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¸ð¸£´Â ä, ³Ê´Â À¯·´¿¡ ÀüÀïÀÌ ¹ß¹ßÇÏ´Â µ¥¿¡
ÀÏÁ¶ÇÑ ÀÚµéÀ» ¼û°ÜÁÖ°í Àִ°žß

Keep turning my cheek
In a fragile state of violence left me weak
No guilt, hold your people in disdain
And steal their grace

³» »´À» ³»¹Îä·Î
¾ðÁ¦ ÀϾÁö ¾Æ½½¾Æ½½ÇÑ Æø·ÂÀÇ »óÅ´ ³¯ ¾àÇÏ°Ô ÇØ
ÁËÃ¥°¨µµ ¾øÀÌ, °æ¸ê ¼Ó¿¡¼­ ³ÊÀÇ ½ÅÀÚµéÀ» ºÙµé°í ÀÖÁö
±×¸®°í ±×µéÀÇ ´ö¸¶Àú »©¾ÑÁö

I need replacement
To feel redefined
And it's just this matter of identity

´ëü¹°ÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇØ
ÀçÁ¤¸³µÈ ´À³¦À» °®±â À§ÇØ
±×¸®°í ±×°Ç Á¤Ã¼¼ºÀÇ ¹®Á¦ÀÏ »ÓÀ̾ß

Emotionally I'm wrapped in shame
Emotionally I feel I'm raped

Á¤¼­ÀûÀ¸·Î ³­ ¼öÄ¡½É¿¡ µÑ·¯½Î¿©ÀÖ¾î
Á¤¼­ÀûÀ¸·Î ³­ °­°£´çÇÑ ´À³¦À̾ß

***ÁÂÀÍÀ» ÀÚóÇÏ´Â À̵é´ä°Ô, 'Á¾±³´Â ¹ÎÁßÀÇ ¾ÆÆí'À̶ó´Â ¸¶¸£Å©½ºÀÇ ¸»¿¡ ±íÀÌ µ¿°¨ÇÏ°í ÀÖ´Â µí.
Á¾±³¶õ Á¤Ã¼¼ºÀÇ È¥¶õÀ» °ÞÀ¸¸ç ¿Ü·Î¿òÀ» ´À³¢´Â »ç¶÷µéÀ» À¯È¤Çؼ­ ±â¸¸ÇÏ´Â °Í¿¡ Áö³ªÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù´Â ÅõÀÇ °­µµ³ôÀº ºñÆÇÀ̱º¿ä.
ƯÈ÷ ¿ª»çÀÇ Àúº¯¿¡¼­ ¼ö¸¹Àº ÇؾǰŸ®¿¡ ÀÏÁ¶ÇÑ ±âµ¶±³(¿¹¸¦ µé¾î °¡»ç¿¡¼­ ³ªÅ¸³ªµíÀÌ À¯·´³»ÀÇ Á¾±³ÀüÀïÀÌ ÀÖÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ°í, Á¦±¹ÁÖÀÇ¿Í ¼ÕÀ» Àâ°í À¯·´¹ÛÀ¸·Î ¼¼·ÂÀ» ÆîÃÆ´Ù´Â °Íµµ ºÎÁ¤ÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø´Â »ç½ÇÀÌÁÒ.)¸¦ ²¿Áý´Â °¡»çÀÎ µí ½Í±º¿ä.
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CANCER



9 WITNESS TO A MURDER (Part Two)

All my life
What I mistook for friendly
Pats on the back
Were really the hands
That pushed me
Further and further down
The more I struggle the less
I achieve
Deep chlorine breaths
Minutes bleed into hours
Bleed in to days
Something keeps me in
This disinfected womb

³»°¡ »ì¾Æ¿À´Â µ¿¾È
³» µîÀ» µÎµå·ÁÁÖ´Â
Ä£ÀýÇÑ ¼Õ±æ·Î Âø°¢Çß´ø °ÍµéÀº
½ÇÀº
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´õ ¸¹ÀÌ ¾ò°íÀÚ ³ë·ÂÇÒ ¼ö·Ï
´õ Àû°Ô ¾òÁö
¿°¼Ò¸¦ (chlorine-Ç¥¹éÁ¦,¼Òµ¶Á¦·Î ¾²ÀÌÁÒ?)±í°Ô µéÀ̸¶½ÃÁö
ºÐµéÀº(minutes) ½Ã°£µé(hours)À¸·Î ÇÇÈê·ÁÁö°í
ÇÏ·çµé(days)·Î ÇÇÈê·ÁÁö³×
¹«¾ð°¡°¡ ³ª¸¦
ÀÌ »ì±ÕµÈ Àڱà ¼Ó¿¡ ¸Ó¹«¸£°ÔÇϳ×

We see things differently
In daylight, I suppose
I mean, everything is an excuse
For something
But my conscience is intact
I can deny everything
I'm waving into blind eyes

³» »ý°¢¿£, ¿ì¸° ¹àÀº ºû ¼Ó¿¡¼­µµ
»ç¹°À» ´Ù¸£°Ô ºÁ
³» ¸»Àº, ¸ðµç °ÍÀº ¾î¶² °Í¿¡ ´ëÇÑ
º¯¸í¿¡ Áö³ªÁö ¾Ê´Ù´Â°ÅÁö
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³» ºÐº°·ÂÀº ¼Õ»óµÇÁö ¾Ê¾Ò¾î
³­ ¾î¶² °Íµµ ºÎÁ¤ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î
³­ ¾ÕÀ» º¼ ¼ö ¾ø´Â ´«µé¿¡°Ô ¼ÕÁþÇÏÁö

***ù¹ø° ¹®´Ü¿¡ ³ª¿À´Â ±¸ÀýµéÀº ÀÚº»ÁÖÀÇ »çȸÀÇ ¸ð¼øÀ» ¿¬»ó½ÃÅ°³×¿ä (´õ ¸¹ÀÌ ¾ò°íÀÚ ³ë·ÂÇÒ¼ö·Ï ´õ Àû°Ô ¾òÁö)
'Deep chlorine breaths'¶ó´Â ´ë¸ñµµ 'Ȥ½Ã Á÷¹°°øÀå ³ëµ¿ÀÚ?'¶ó´Â ¿¬»óÀÛ¿ë±îÁö ÀÏÀ¸Å°´Âµ¥;; ±×°Ç ¾Æ¸¶µµ Á¦°¡ ³Ê¹« °ú´ëÇؼ®ÇÑ °Í °°°í, ¾Æ¸¶µµ '»ì±ÕµÈ ÀÚ±Ã'°ú ¿¬°áµÇ´Â ºÎºÐÀÌ ¾Æ´ÒÁö.
¾î·°Å³ª ºñÆÇÀǽÄÀº ÀÒÁö ¾Ê°Ú´Ù´Â ´ÙÁüÀÌ ´«¿¡ ¶ç´Â±º¿ä.
WITNESS TO A MURDER



10 TELEVISION

On top of the hour
I see my life through sky news
Keep on watching things
Unfolding on my wide-screen set
Can't contain myself
I'm going pay-per-view

Ȳ±Ý½Ã°£´ë¿¡
³­ »õ »îÀ» ±â»ó¿¹º¸¸¦ ÅëÇغ¸Áö
ƼºêÀÌ¿¡ º¸¿©Áö´Â °ÍµéÀ» °è¼ÓÇؼ­ ¹Ù¶óºÁ
³» ¿ÍÀ̵彺ũ¸° ¼¼Æ®¸¦ ¿­¸é¼­
ÀÚÁ¦ÇÒ ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾î
À¯·áä³Î·Î µ¹·Áº¸Áö

Think I'll explode
If I do too much gak
It's with the advent of
This pay-per-view
Can't control myself
Compulsive my behavior
Keeping things in order
In the corner of my room
Sits my one big eyeball

³­ Æø¹ßÇÒ °Í¸¸ °°¾Æ
³»°¡ ¸¸ÀÏ ³Ê¹« ¸¹Àº gak(Çؼ®ºÒ°¡;)À» ÇϰԵȴٸé,
±×°Ç À¯·áä³ÎÀÇ µµ·¡¿Í ÇÔ²²Àϲ¨¾ß
³ª ÀÚ½ÅÀ» Á¶Á¤ÇÒ ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾î
³» ÇൿÀº Ã浿ÀûÀÌ°í
»ç¹°µéÀ» Áú¼­Á¤¿¬ÇÏ°Ô ¸¸µé°í ÀÖ¾î
³» ¹æ ±¸¼®¿¡
³» Ä¿´Ù¶õ ´«¾Ë Çϳª°¡ ³õ¿©ÀÖ¾î

I scratch my knee
I have to scratch the other
Documentaries are the best
Thru' my T.V, thru' my T.V
All my problemes come

³­ ¹«¸­À» ±Ü³×
´Ù¸¥ ÂÊ ¹«¸­µµ ±Ü¾î¾ß°Ú¾î
´ÙÅ¥¸àÅ͸®°¡ ÃÖ°í¾ß
³» ƼºêÀÌ¿¡¼­, ³» ƼºêÀ̷κÎÅÍ
³» ¸ðµç ¹®Á¦°Å¸®°¡ ½ÃÀÛµÇÁö

I study quite hard
When I should be in bed
I'm in the open university
Constant imprint of the
Test-card on my eyes
I think I should rest
Sleep on one side
And then the other
Always searching
For the abilene
Can't control myself

³­ ²Ï ¿­½ÉÈ÷ °øºÎÇÏÁö
ÀáÀÚ¸®¿¡ µé¾î¾ßÇÒ ½Ã°£¿¡
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ÇÑÂÊÀ¸·Î ´©¿ö¼­ Àä´Ù°£
´Ù½Ã ´Ù¸¥ÂÊÀ¸·Î ´©¿ö¼­ ÀÚÁö
¾ðÁ¦³ª abilene(¹¹ÁÒ?;;)À» ã¾Æ
³ª ÀÚ½ÅÀ» ¾ï´©¸¦ ¼ö°¡ ¾ø¾î

***ƼºêÀÌ Áßµ¶ÁõÀÏ »Ó¸¸ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó, ŸÀΰú Á÷Á¢ÀûÀÎ °ü°è¸¦ ²÷°í ¹æ ¾È¿¡¼­¸¸ »ýÈ°ÇÏ´Â ÀÚÆóÀûÀÎ »ç¶÷ÀÎ °Í °°±º¿ä.
ºÎŬ¸´ µÞ¸é¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ±×¸²Àº ÀÌ °î¿¡¼­ ¿µ°¨À» ¹Þ¾Æ ±×·ÁÁø µí.
TELEVISION



11 SPECIAL/BLOWN IT (DELETE AS APPROPRIATE)

I've blown it in every single way
Screwed every single chance that came
You're a superstar in waiting for the silver screen
Then the pressure came
Swept away in a tidal wave
Could be all of you, still awake at noon
Blew my chances in a tragic flurry,sweeping apathy
Buy all my food from the B.P. store when the night kicks in
I'm turning my back on everyone
I've fucked it up, shot my load
Spewed onto the motorway shoulder
I could have been somebody special

³­ ¾î¶»°ÔÇؼ­µç ¾ðÁ¦³ª ³¯·Á¹ö·È¾î
ã¾Æ¿À´Â ¸ðµç ±âȸ¸¦ ¸ÁÃĹö·È¾î
'³Í Àº¸·À» Àå½ÄÇÏ°ÔµÉ ½´ÆÛ½ºÅ¸¾ß'
±×·¯¸é Á߾а¨ÀÌ ´À²¸Á³Áö
Æĵµ¿¡ ÈÛ¾µ·Á¹ö·ÈÁö
Á¤¿À¿¡µµ ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ±ú¾îÀÖ´Ù´Ï ³ª´äÁö ¾ÊÀº°É
³» ±âȸµéÀ» ºñ±ØÀûÀÎ µ¹Ç³¿¡, ÈÖ¸ô¾ÆÄ¡´Â ³Ã´ãÇÔ¿¡ ³¯·Á¹ö·ÈÁö
¹ãÀÌ µé¾î¼­¸é ³» ¸ðµç À½½ÄÀ» ¾îÀ½À¸·Î »ç¿ÔÁö(ÀÌ ºÎºÐÀ» Àß
¸ð¸£°Ú³×¿ä, Á» ´õ ÁÁÀº Çؼ®ÀÌ ÀÖÀ¸¸é ¸»¾¸ÇØÁֽñæ)
³­ ¸ðµç ÀÌ¿¡°Ô¼­ µîÀ» µ¹¸®°í ÀÖ¾î
³­ ÀÏÀ» ¸ÁÃĹö·È¾î, Àܶà ÃëÇعö¸®°í
µµ·Îº¯¿¡¼­ °Ô¿ö³ÂÁö
³­ Ưº°ÇØÁú ¼öµµ ÀÖ¾ú´Âµ¥

I'm not such a tragic waste of space
I could bring happiness to people
Just one more greatest hits tour for the devotees
The same old faces came
They love their summer spectaculars
By the grace of God could be up by noon
I'm not a tragic waster but I can't stay
Focussed for my apathy
They could have bought me a brand new car and a
House in France
I've really blown it now
Blew it all away on a whim
Fucked it up, shot my load
Spewed onto the motorway shoulder
I could have been somebody special

³­ ±×·± ºÒ½ÖÇÑ °ø°£ ³¶ºñ¿¡ Áö³ªÁö ¾Ê´Â ³ðÀÌ ¾Æ³Ä
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ÇÑ ¹ø ¸¸ ´õ ¿­¼ºÆÒµéÀ» À§ÇÑ 'º£½ºÆ® Åõ¾î'¶óµµ ÀÖ¾úÀ¸¸é
'±×¶§ ±× ´ÄÀºÀ̵éÀÌ ¿Ô³×'
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Çϳª´ÔÀÇ ÀºÃÑÀ¸·Î Á¤¿À±îÁö¸¸ ÀϾ ¼ö¸¸ ÀÖ¾ú´õ¶ó¸é
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(ÀÌ ¹®Àåµµ Çؼ®ÀÌ ¸¾¿¡ µéÁö ¾Ê´Â±º¿ä...´õ ÀûÀýÇÑ ÀÇ°ßÀÖÀ¸¸é
¾ê±âÇØÁֽñæ)
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¼ø½Ä°£¿¡ ±× ±âȸ¸¦ ³¯·Á¹ö¸°°Å¾ß
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µµ·Îº¯¿¡¼­ °Ô¿ö³ÂÁö
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Sat on my own for far too long
Things should have been so different
Now life looks so confusing
Through my window bay
Just to see a face, I'm really pleased when the gasman comes
Could be all of you still awake at noon
Blew my chances in a tragic flurry of apathy
All my food from a B.P. store when the night kicks in

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»ç¶÷ ¾ó±¼À» º»´Ù´Â °Í¸¸À¸·Î ³Ê¹«³ª ±â»¼Áö
Á¤¿À¿¡µµ ±ú¾îÀÖ´Ù´Ï ³ª´äÁö ¾ÊÀº°É
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12 LEGACY

If you feel transition to your
Other life
Don't need money to be there
Leave behind your money just to
Prove your worth
Won't be here so I don't care
If you strap your conscience to
Your vision thing
Won't be here so I don't care
Prove your worth to people that
You call your friends
Won't be here so I don't care

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'³­ ¿©±â¿¡ ¾øÀ»Å×´Ï »ó°ü¾ø´Ù´Ï±î'

I wouldn't care if I was washed up
Tomorrow you see
Reading novels is banned by the
Marquis de Sade
All relationships are emptying
And temporary

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ÀϽÃÀûÀ̾ß

Life is wearing me thin
I feel so drained, my legacy
A sea of faces just like me

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I've been drained emotion is
A bitter thing
Won't be here so I don't care
I concede relationships
Have left me weak
Won't be here so I don't care
Look for something worthy to
Replace my guilt
Prove my worth to people who
I call my friends
Won't be here so I don't care

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Nobody cares when you're gone

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LEGACY



13 BEING A GIRL

Being a boy's like sucking on a lemon
And I judge myself by the adverts I see
My deodorant hides the real me
These things elevate me above animals
I feel like being a girl

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Being a girl
And my life never tasted sweeter

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I'm so boring, my clothes wanna keep
Someone else warm, someone cooler
Tax on cigarettes, treats my cancer
These things elevate me above animals
I feel like being a girl

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µû¶æÇÑ ´Ù¸¥ ´©±º°¡, ´õ ¸ÚÁø ´©±º°¡¸¦ ÁÖÀÎÀ¸·Î °®°í½ÍÀ»°Å¾ß
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A frog it cannot comprehend the sea
Nor me happiness
Girl is much too weak a word for me
Made from balsa wood

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Being a girl
I want to experience being a girl

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The only pureness left is preached by Marx
Time to contemplate
Never been informed there must be poor
Or the rich won't be rich no more

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BEING A GIRL

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