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March 26, 2013

Bob Seger_Night Moves (From ‘Night Moves’, 1976)

Filed under: LYRICS STUDY — Tags: , , , — bsfilmworks @ 1:48 am

Pretty Sweet의 Cory Kennedy의 파트는 스케잇 비디오 파트의 절제된 미학을 보여주는 완벽한 파트였는데 역시 배경음악을 빼놓을 수가 없습니다. 처음에는 엔딩 크레딧에서 곡 소스를 찾으려고 노력했는데 아무리 봐도 안보이길래 역시 구글링을 통하여 검색하니 바로 나오네요. 가사로 보나 리듬으로 보나 전형적인 미국스러움이 음악 전체적으로 흐르는 것이 딱 Cory의 스타일과 맞아 떨어지네요. 말 나온 김에 가사 공부좀 해 보겠습니다.

I was a little too tall
Could’ve used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly reknown
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my ’60 Chevy
Workin’ on mysteries without any clues
Workin’ on our night moves
Trying’ to make some front page drive-in news
Workin’ on our night moves in the summertime
In the sweet summertime

We weren’t in love oh no far from it
We weren’t searching for some pie in the sky summit
We were just young and restless and bored
Living by the sword
And we’d steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, the alley, the trusty woods
I used her she used me
But neither one cared
We were getting our share

Workin’ on our night moves
Trying to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin’ on out night moves
In the summertime
And oh the wonder
Felt the lightning
And we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder

I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain’t it funny how the night moves
When you just don’t seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in

January 8, 2013

Beastie Boys_Looking Down The Barrel Of A Gun (from ‘Paul’s Boutique’)

Filed under: LYRICS STUDY — Tags: , , , — bsfilmworks @ 22:19 pm

아 이건 뭐 정말 Beastie Boys의 주옥같은 명곡이 요새 Pretty Sweet을 통하여 재 해석되어 많은 스케잇터들의 향수를 자극하고 있습니다. EYY DVD트레일러에서도 배경음악으로 사용되었던 바 있으며 이 당시에 저는 Anthrax에 의해 리메이크 된 버전을 사용하였습니다. 작년에 운명을 달리한 MCA의 빈자리에 대한 아쉬움은 참 이 노래를 들으면서도 느끼지만 엄청나게 큰 것입니다. 자 그럼 다 같이 오랜만에 라임스터디 하시죠!

[Mike D yells]

[Mike D, MCA, Ad Rock]
Rolling down the hill, snowballing getting bigger
Explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
24 is my age and 22 is my gauge
I’m writing rhymes on a page, and going up in a rage
‘Cause I’m out on a mission, a stolen car mission
Had a small problem with the transmission
3 on the tree in the middle of the night
I have this steak on my head ’cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases take the good with the bad
You bought the coins on the street and you know you got had
Because it’s all high spirit, you know you got to hear it
Don’t touch the mic baby don’t come near it
It’s gonna getcha, it’s gonna getcha
It’s gonna getcha girl, it’s gonna getcha

Looking down the barrel of a gun, son of gun
Son of a bitch getting paid getting rich
Ultra violence be running through my head
Cold medina y’all, making me see red
Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets
I’m a die harder like my kid Bruce Willis
I love girlies, waxing and milking
Coordinating shit is my man Dave Scilken
Predetermined destiny is who I am
You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam
I am like Clockwork Orange, going off on the town
I’ve got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
Well I’m mad at my desk and I’ll be writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You’re a headless chicken chasin, a sucker free basin
Looking for a fist to put your face in
Well get hip get hip, don’t slip ya knuckle heads
Racism is schism on the serious tip

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