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One Headlight - The Wallflowers

with์šฉ๊ด‘๋กœ 2019. 11. 19. 07:22
    One Headlight - The Wallflowers So long ago, I don't remember when ๊ธฐ์–ต๋‚˜์ง€ ์•Š์„๋งŒํผ ์˜ค๋žซ์ ์— That's when they say I lost my only friend ๋‹ค๋“ค ๊ทธ๋•Œ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์œ ์ผํ•œ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์žƒ์—ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ ๋“ค ํ•˜์ง€ Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ƒ์‚ฌ๋ณ‘์œผ๋กœ ํŽธํžˆ ๊ฐ”๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•˜๋”๋ผ๊ณ  as I listened through the cemetery trees ๊ณต๋™๋ฌ˜์ง€์˜ ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋“ค ์‚ฌ์ด๋กœ ๋“ฃ๊ธฐ์— I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn ์ƒˆ๋ฒฝ์— ์žฅ๋ก€์‹ ์œ„๋กœ ํ•ด๊ฐ€ ๋œจ๋Š”๊ฑธ ๋ดค์–ด The long broken arm of human law ์ธ๊ฐ„์˜ ๋ฒ•์€ ๊ธธ์ง€๋งŒ ๋ถ€์„œ์กŒ๋Š”๊ฑธ (1) Now it always seemed such a waste ์–ธ์ œ๋‚˜ ๋‚ญ๋น„๊ฐ™์•˜์–ด She always had a pretty face ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์€ ์–ธ์ œ๋‚˜ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์›Œ์„œ So I wondered how she hung around this place ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์™œ ์ด๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€ ์–ธ์ œ๋‚˜ ์˜์•„ํ•ดํ–ˆ์–ด Hey, come on try a little ์ด๋ด, ์ข€ ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ•ด๋ด Nothing is forever ์˜์›ํ•œ๊ฑด ์—†์–ด There's got to be something better than in the middle ๋ญ๋ผ๋„ ์–ด์ค‘๊ฐ„ํ•œ๊ฑฐ๋ณด๋‹จ ๋‚ซ๊ฒ ์ง€ But me & Cinderella we put it all together ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚˜์™€ ์‹ ๋ฐ๋ ๋ผ๋Š” ๋ชจ๋“ ๊ฑธ ํ•จ๊ป˜ํ–ˆ์–ด We can drive it home with one headlight ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ์ง‘์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐˆ์ˆ˜์žˆ์–ด... ํ—ค๋“œ๋ผ์ดํŠธ ํ•˜๋‚˜๋งŒ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ ๋„ (2) She said it's cold it feels like Independence Day ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋…๋ฆฝ๊ธฐ๋…์ผ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์ฐจ๊ฐ‘๋Œ€ And I can't break away from this parade ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์ด ํ–‰์ง„์„ ๋‚œ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‚ ์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์—†์–ด But there's got to be an opening somewhere here in front of me ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ถœ๊ตฌ๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ์•ž ์–ด๋”˜๊ฐ€์— ์žˆ์„ํ…๋ฐ Through this maze of ugliness and greed ์ด ์ถ”์•…๊ณผ ํƒ์š•์˜ ๋ฏธ๋กœ์—์„œ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‚˜๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ฃผ๋Š” And I seen the sun up ahead at the county line bridge ์ฃผ ๊ฒฝ๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๋„˜๋Š” ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ์œ„์— ๋– ์žˆ๋Š” ํƒœ์–‘์„ ๋ดค์–ด Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead ์„ (ๅ–„)์ด ๋ชจ๋“ ๊ฒƒ์ด๊ณ  ๋ฌด(็„ก)๋Š” ์ฃฝ์—ˆ๋‹ค๋”๊ตฐ... We'll run until she's out of breath ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์ˆจ์ฐฐ๋•Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ๋‹ฌ๋ ธ์–ด She ran until there's nothin' left ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ์—†์„๋•Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋‹ฌ๋ ธ์–ด She hit the end - it's just her window ledge ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋์— ๋‹ค๋‹ฌ์•˜์ง€๋งŒ - ๊ทธ๊ณณ์€ ๊ทธ์ € ๊ทธ๋…€ ์ง‘ ์ฐฝํ‹€์ผ ๋ฟ์ด์—ˆ์–ด... Well this place is old ์—ฌ๊ธด ์ฐธ ๋‚ก์•„์„œ It feels just like a beat up truck ๊ณ ์žฅ๋‚œ ํŠธ๋Ÿญ๊ฐ™์€ ๋Š๋‚Œ์ด ๋‚˜๋Š”๊ณณ์ด์•ผ I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn ์‹œ๋™์„ ์ผœ๋ด๋„ ์—”์ง„์€ ๋Œ์•„๊ฐ€์ง€ ์•Š์•„ Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes ์‹ธ๊ตฌ๋ ค ์™€์ธ๊ณผ ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ์ง„๋™์„ ํ•˜๋Š” This place is always such a mess ์—ฌ๊ธด์€ ์–ธ์ œ๋‚˜ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์—‰๋ง์ด์•ผ Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ํƒ€๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๋Š”๊ฑธ ๋ดค์œผ๋ฉด ์ข‹๊ฒ ๋‹ค๋Š” ์ƒ๊ฐ๋„ ๊ฐ€๋” ๋“ค์–ด I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์™ธ๋กœ์›Œ์„œ, ๋‚œ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ๋˜๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ๋“ค์–ด Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same ์ณ‡, ๋‚œ ๋ฐ”๋€Œ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ทธ๋ ‡๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋˜‘๊ฐ™์ง€๋„ ์•Š์€๊ฑธ... But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด ๋„์‹œ์˜, ์ฃฝ์–ด๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฟˆ๋“ค์˜ ๋ฒฝ๋“ค ์‚ฌ์ด ์–ด๋”˜๊ฐ€์—์„œ I think her death it must be killin' me ์ƒ๊ฐํ•ด, ๋‚œ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์ฃฝ์Œ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์ฃฝ์–ด๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ ...