Kris Kristofferson - Collections (2008) by Kris Kristofferson (보컬) on maniadb.com

I've seen the morning burning golden on the mountains in the skies

Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies

Turning on the world the way she smiles upon my soul as i lay diing

Healing with the colors of the sunshine and the shadow of her eyes

Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin

Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that i've been

Teaching me that yesterday was something that i never thought of trying

Talking about tomorrow and the money love and time we'd have to spend

Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again

Coming close together with a feeling that i've never know before,in my time

She ain't afraid to be a woman or afraid to be a friend

I don't know the answer to the easy way she opens every door in my mind

Dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end

Loving her was easier than anything i'll ever do again

Busted flat in Baton Rouge,
headin' for the train,
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down,
just before it rained;

Took us all the way to New Orleans.
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues.
With them windshield wipers slappin' time,
And Bobby clappin' hands,
We finally sang up every song that driver knew.

Freedom's just another word for
nothing' left to lose:
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feeling good was easy, Lord,
when Bobby sang the blues.

Feeling good was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

From the coal mines of
Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Standin' right beside me, Lord,
through everything I've done,
Every night she kept me from the cold.

Then somewhere near Salinas,
Lord, I let her slip away,
Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find.
And I'd trade all my tomorrows
for a single yesterday,
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.

Freedom's just another word for
nothing' left to lose:
Nothin' left is all she left for me.
Feeling good was easy, Lord,
when Bobby sang the blues.
Buddy, that was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

La da da la la na na na
La da da na na.
La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee.
La la la la la da da da
La la la da da.
La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee.

La la la la la na na na
La la la da da.
La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee.
La la la la la da da da-

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile--
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
Which he spent like they was goin' outta style--
And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse,
Searchin' for a shrine he's never found--
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse,
Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down--

He's a poet, he's a picker--
He's a prophet, he's a pusher--
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.

He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
And he's traded in tomorrow for today--
Runnin' from his devils, lord, and reachin' for the stars,
And losin' all he's loved along the way--
But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse,
And all he ever gets is older and around--
>from the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse,
The goin' up was worth the comin' down--

He's a poet, he's a picker--
He's a prophet, he's a pusher--
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned--
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.

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Written By KRISTOFFERSON, KRIS
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Don't look so sad, I know it's over
그토록 슬프게 바라보지 말아요,
난 그것이 끝난 걸 알지만
But life goes on
인생은 계속 흘러 가자나요.
And this old world just keeps on turning
그리고 이 오래된 세상은 계속 돌기만 하네요.

Let's just be glad, we had this time
To spend together
그저 기쁘게 삽시다.
우리에겐 함께보낼 이 시간이 있자나요.
There's no need to watch the bridges
That were burning.
다리들을 바라 볼 필요가 없어요.
그것들은 불타고 있어요.
Lay your head on my pillow
머리를 내 베게위로하고 누우세요
Hold your warm and tender body next to mine
당신의 따뜻하고 부드러운 몸을 붙잡아서 간직할께요.
Hear the whisper of the raindrops
속삭이듯 들려오는 빗소리를 들어 보세요.
Beating soft against the window
부드럽게 창가를 두드리고 있네요.
And make believe you love me one more time
For the good times.
그리고 믿음을 가지고 날 한번더 사랑해줘요..
좋은 날(시간,시절)을 위해서

I'll get along You'll find another
난 외로울 겁니다, 당신은 또 다른 것을 찾는다면.
And I'll be here if you should find
You ever need me.
그리고 당신이 내가 필요해서 나를 찾고자 한다면,
난 여기서 있을겁니다.
Don't say a word
About tomorrow or forever
내일 또는 영원히에 대해서 단어로 말하지 마세요.
There'll be time enough
For sadness when you leave.
당신이 떠날 때 슬플 수 있는 충분한 시간이 될겁니다.

Take the ribbon from my hair
머리의 리본을 떼어보세요
Shake it loose let it fall
머리를 풀어 살며시 늘어뜨려요
Layin' soft up on my skin
벽에 비친 그림자처럼
Like the shadows on the wall
내곁에 살며시 누워 보세요

Come and lay down by my side
이리 와서 내 옆에 누워요
Till the early morning light
아침 햇살이 비칠 때까지
All I'm takin' is your time
당신의 시간을 내게 주세요
Help me make it through the night
이 밤을 샐 수 있도록 도와주세요

I don't care who's right or wrong
누가 옳은지 그른지 개의치 않아요
And i won't try to understand
이해하려고 노력하지도 않아요
Let the devil take tomorrow
내일은 신경쓰지 말아요
Lord tonight I need a friend
오늘 밤 난 친구가 필요해요

Yesterday is dead and gone
어제는 사라져 버렸고
And tomorrow's out of sight
내일 일은 알지 못해요
And it's sad to be alone
홀로있는 건 서글프니
Help me make it through the night
이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요

I don't want to be alone
홀로있고 싶지 않으니
Help me make it through the night
이 밤을 지샐 수 있도록 도와 주세요

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head,
that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert

Then I fumbled through
my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the
stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid

Cussin’ at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell
of someone's fryin' chicken

And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow,
somewhere along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin'
Then I headed back for home

And somewhere far away
a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed thru the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone

And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Sunday mornin' comin' down -

I come from just the other side of nowhere
To this big time lonesome town.
They got a lot of ice and snow here,
Half as cold as all the people I've found.
Every way I try to go here seems to bring me down.
I've seen about enough to know where I belong.
I've got a mind to see the headlights shining
On that old white line between my heart and home.
Sick of spendin' Sundays wishing they were Mondays

Sittin' in a park alone.
So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me
Any lovin' way but wrong.
Tell 'em that the pride of just the other side o nowhere's
Goin' home.

Takin' nothin' back to show there
For these dues I've paid.
But the soul I almost sold here
And the body I've been givin' away.

Fadin' from the neon nighttime glow here,
Headin' for the light of day,
Just the other side of nowhere, goin' home.
I've got a mind to see the headlights shinin'
On that old white line between my heart and home.
Sick of spendin' Sundays wishin' they were Mondays,
Sittin' in a park alone.

So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me
Any lovin' way but wrong.

Tell them that the pride of just the other side of nowhere's
Goin' Home.
Just the other side on nowhere, goin' home.

A couple of years back I come across
a great and wasted friend of mine in
the hallway of a recording studio.

And while he was reciting some poetry to me
that he had written, I saw that he was
about a step away from dying,
and I couldn't help but wonder why.

And the lines of this song occurred to me.
I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted,
and he's got him a good woman.
And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June,
who helped showed me how to beat the devil.

It was wintertime in Nashville
Down on Music City Row
And I was looking for a place
And to get myself out of the cold
To warm the frozen feeling
that was eating at my soul
Keep the chilly wind off my guitar

My thirsty wanted whiskey
But my hunger needed beans
But it had been a month of paydays
Since I'd heard that eagle scream

So with a stomach full of empty
And a pocket full of dreams
I left my pride and stepped inside a bar

Actually I'd guess you'd call it a tavern
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling
And sawdust on the floor
Friendly shadows

I saw that there was
just one old man sitting at the bar
And in the mirror I could see him
checking me and my guitar
And he turned and said,

Come up here, boy,
and show us what you are
I said I'm dry, and he bought me a beer

He nodded at my guitar and said,
It's a tough life, ain't it?
I just looked at him
He said, you ain't making
any money, are you?

I said, you been reading my mail
He just smiled and said,
let me see that guitar
I got something you ought to hear
And then he laid it on me

If you waste your time talking
To the people who don't listen
To the things that you are saying
Who do you thinks gonna hear?

And if you should die explaining how
The things that they complain about
Are things they could be changing
Who do you thinks gonna care?

There were other lonely singers
In a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for
what they tried to show

And their voice have been
scattered by the swirling winds of time.
'Cos the truth remains
that no one wants to know.

Well, the old man was a stranger,
but I'd heard his song before,
Back when failure had me locked
out on the wrong side of the door.

When no one stood behind me
but my shadow on the floor,
And lonesome was more
than a state of mind.

You see, the devil haunts a hungry man,
If you don't wanna join him,
you got to beat him.
I ain't sayin' I beat the devil,
but I drank his beer for nothing.
Then I stole his song.

And you still can hear me singin'
to the people who don't listen,
To the things that I am sayin',
prayin' someone's gonna hear.

And I guess I'll die explaining how
the things that they complain about,
Are things they could be changin',
hopin' someone's gonna care.

I was born a lonely singer,
and I'm bound to die the same,
But I've got to feed the
hunger in my soul.

And if I never have a nickle,
I won't ever die ashamed.
'Cos I don't believe that
no one wants to know -

Casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walking down
The stairway to the subway in the shadows down below;
Following their footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors
Of silent desperation, never speakin' to a soul.
The poison air he's breathin' has the dirty smell of dying
'Cause it's never seen the sunshine and it's never felt the rain.
But Casey minds the arrows and ignores the fatal echoes
Of the clickin' of the turnstiles and the rattle of his chains.

";Oh!"; she said, ";Casey it's been so long since I've seen you!";
";Here"; she said, ";just a kiss to make a body smile!";
";See"; she said, ";I've put on new stockings just to please you!";
";Lord!"; she said, ";Casey can you only stay a while?";

Casey leaves the under-ground and stops inside the Golden Crown
For something wet to wipe away the chill that's on his bone.
Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men
Who reach for any thing they can to keep from goin' home.
Standin' in the corner Casey drinks his pint of bitter
Never glancing in the mirror at the people passing by
Then he stumbles as he's leaving and he wonders if the reason
Is the beer that's in his belly, or the tear that's in his eye.

";Oh!"; she said, ";I suppose you seldom think about me,
";Now"; she said, ";now that you've a fam'ly of your own";;
";Still"; she said, ";it's so blessed good to feel your body!";
";Lord!"; she said"; ";Casey it's a shame to be alone!";

Why me Lord, what have I ever done
To deserve even one Of the pleasures I've known
주여.. 제가 아는 행복한것들중에서
어느 하나라도 즐길만한 어떤 일을
제가 한 적이 있는지요..

Tell me Lord,
말해주세요.주여..
what did I ever do That was worth loving you
내가 당신을 사랑할 가치가 있는
어떤 일을 한 적이 있는지
Or the kindness you've shown
혹은 내게 보여준 친절에 보답을 했는지

Lord help me Jesus,
도와주세요 주여
I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am
모든걸 낭비했어요.
내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요.

Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus,
이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니
도와주세요.주여..
my soul's in your hand
내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다

Try me Lord, if you think there's a way
I can try to repay All I've taken from you
당신으로부터 받아온 모든 것들을
제가 갚을 수 있는 방법이 있다고
주님께서 생각하신다면 절 시험하세요.

Maybe Lord, I can show someone else
What I've been through myself On my way back to you
아마도 내가 다른 사람에게 내가 걸어왔던 길을 끝내고
당신에게 가고 있단걸 보여줄 수 있을것 같습니다

Lord help me Jesus,
도와주세요 주여
I've wasted it so Help me Jesus I know what I am
모든걸 낭비했어요.
내가 내 자신을 잘 알고 있으니 나를 도와주세요.
Now that I know that I've need you so Help me Jesus,
이제 당신이 간절히 필요한걸 알고 있으니
도와주세요.주여..
my soul's in your hand
내 영혼은 당신 손에 달려있답니다