雨

주룩 주룩...
겨울이 시작되고 있다.

이 시대의 진정한 음유시인, 레너드 코언.
대학에서 문학을 전공한 그는 가수로 데뷔하기 전  이미 소설과 시집을 출판한 작가였다.
매우 시적인 그의 가사들은 나지막하고 메마른 듯한 그의 목소리와 너무나 잘 어울려 특히 비오는 날 듣기 좋다.

Famous Blue Raincoat 의 가사는 편지형식으로 쓰였는데 화자, 제인, 그리고 편지를 받는 사람의 삼각관계를 짐작해볼수 있는 내용.
노래를 듣고 있으면 마치 한편의 영화를 보는듯한, 과연 그 삼자는 누구일까하는 궁금증까지 일게 한다.
즐감 하시길.
 

Famous Blue Raincoat by Leonard Cohen (1971)

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton street all through the evening.

I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you, you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without lili marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake

She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

Sincerely, L. Cohen

 

코언과 같은 캐나다 출신이지만 전혀 다른 음색의 닐 영. 그 또한 음유시인으로 불리우는 싱어 송 라이터 이다.
여러 장르를 넘나드는 음악성, 문학적인 가사들, 독특한 음색과 기타 연주로 수많은 후배들에게 가장 존경받는 음악인으로 손꼽히는 그.
많은 좋은 곡들을 오랫동안 계속해서 만들어 주길 바라면서... Happy Birthday, Mr. Young!  ^^
 

See the Sky About to Rain by Neil Young (1974)


See the sky about to rain,
broken clouds and rain
Locomotive, pull the train,
whistle blowing
through my brain.
Signals curling on an open plain,
rolling down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.

Some are bound for happiness,
some are bound to glory
some are bound to live with less,
who can tell your story?

See the sky about to rain,
broken clouds and rain
Locomotive, pull the train,
whistle blowing
through my brain.
Signals curling on an open plain,
rolling down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.

I was down in Dixie Land,
played a silver fiddle
played it loud and then the man
broke it down the middle.
See the sky about to rain.