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from A Life Less Ordinary (이완 맥그리거의 인질) by David Arnold [ost] (1997)
[For whatever reason you refuse to feel this space we're in, to know its insanity, really know it; whatever your particular anesthetic is, that you hold onto so desperate (the thing, I mean, that makes you think you know who you are); whatever that thing is you allow to keeps you sane, your ace in the hole, the psyche that keeps you trying to guess what your pimp has in store for you; whatever keeps you from screaming out at this very moment in absolute and sheer horror; whatever you fuck your brain with; whatever that is??whatever that is??it's a lie, it's a lie.]
She spends too much time with herself every night Fooling around with her fears. In the morning she mourns the decline of her mind Drowning in a bottle of beer. It's too dangerous just to think about what she might have been If she'd sung for salvation, if she'd danced on her dreams. But there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow Lord, 'cos tonight she's gonna blow it all away She feels so twisted, she ain't ever gonna fix it, She's just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day. He don't know if he's a communist, a hedonist or a whore Spent too much time ridin' on a white line to find the door If he did and he opened it, he'd find those letters in the hall He's too blind to read between the lines 'Cos the writing's on the wall. But there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow Lord, 'cos tonight he's gonna blow it all away He feels so twisted, he ain't ever gonna fix it, He's just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day. (Let that light shine awhile) I got Ecstasy, but I need some company You got that mystery; I need a plan Lord, all I got is a compromise and a bag full of alibis as empty as the bottle of whiskey in my shaking hands. But there's gonna be peace in the valley tomorrow Lord, 'cos tonight we're gonna blow it all away We feel so fuckin' twisted, we ain't ever gonna fix it, We're just waiting for the light to shine on a brand new day. |
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from A3 - La Peste (2000)
Hotel California
(by Eagles) sung by A3 On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, 'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell' Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say... Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year, you can find it here Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine' He said,'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine' And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say... Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise, bring your alibis Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before 'Relax,'said the night man, We are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, but you can never leave! 어두운 사막의 고속도로를 달리면 내 머리결에 차가운 바람이 스치고 은은한 콜리타스의 냄새가 주변에 퍼지고 멀리 불빛이 보이지만 머리는 무겁고 눈은 자꾸 흐려지네. 하룻밤 묵을 곳을 찾아야 했습니다. 문가에 그녀가 서 있었습니다. 교회종이 울리는 소리를 듣고야 전 생각했습니다 여긴 천국 아니면 지옥일거야 그녀는 촛불을 켜고 제게 방으로 안내해 줬습니다. 복도 아래에서 누군가 말하고 있었습니다 그들이 말하는 소리를 들었던 것 같습니다 호텔 캘리포니아에 오신 걸 환영합니다 정말 아름다운 곳이죠 정말 아름다운 곳이죠 이곳엔 방도 많이 있습니다. 일년중 언제라고 찾아 올 수 있습니다. 그녀는 마약으로 고통스러워했지만 벤츠도 갖고있죠. 그녀는 잘 생긴 남자 친구들도 많이 있었습니다 그들은 마당에서 한여름밤의 달콤한 땀으로 춤을 춥니다. 어떤 춤은 기억나고 어떤것은 기억이 나지 않고... 전 지배인을 불렀습니다. 와인 한잔 가져다 주세요 그는 1969년 이후로 저런적이 없다고 말했습니다 그 말들이 이직도 저멀리서 들려옵니다. 그들이 떠드는것 때문에 한밤중에 잠에서 깨었습니다. 호텔 캘리포니아에 오신 걸 환영합니다 정말 아름다운 곳이죠 사람들은 여기서 인생을 즐기고 있습니다 놀라운 곳입니다 핑계거리를 만들어보세요 천장에 달린 거울 얼음에 채워진 분홍색 샴페인 ... 그녀는 여기서 우리는 모두 우리가 만든 도구의 노예가 된다고 말했습니다 큰 연회장에 사람들이 만찬을 위해 모여 들었습니다. 그들은 철제 칼로 그 짐승을 찌르지만 죽이지는 못합니다. 마지막으로 제가 기억하는 건 입구를 향해 뛰었던 겁니다 먼저있던 제가 있던 곳으로 돌아가기 위해 입구를 찾아야 했습니다. 진정하라고 야간 경비원이 말했습니다. 저희는 여기 있도록 지시 받았습니다. 당신은 원할 때면 언제든지 호텔을 떠날 수 있겠지만 하지만 절대로 그럴 수 없을 겁니다 |
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from A3 - La Peste (2000)
Hit the dance round about midnight
Gin n juice and he's a feelin fine Come morning all the signs went up Policeman said the joint was shut All the brothers gettin busted outside Undercover officer readin em their rights One way ticket boy your prison bound The night the lights in Dallas went down so How long we gonna wait until We get the keys to the mansion on the hill I want to know right now How long we gonna waste our time Boarding a bus that's boud for the welfare line I want to know right now Shakes the blues off and she tries her luck Makes a little bet hopes the horse comes up Picks your pockets for some easy money Cause she blew the goddamn lot on the national lottery Steals the paper and checks the front page Headlines read the dancehall can't be saved How can the open up the opera house On the night the lights in Dallas went down How long we gonna wait until We get the keys to the mansion on the hill I want to know right now How long we gonna waste our time Boarding a bus that's boud for the welfare line I want to know right now Tweak freak Tony on the 4 2 8 Special branch sting right time wrong place Columbian connections in the corridors of power Mean the man on the money ain't ever goin dowm Lord Lucky takes his lady to the magic flute A little taste of heat and now he's bullet proof Tony tunes to underground radio On the night the lights in Dallas went down How long we gonna wait until We get the keys to the mansion on the hill I want to know right now How long we gonna waste our time Boarding a bus that's boud for the welfare line I want to know right now |
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from A3 - La Peste (2000)
Too Sick To Pray
I'm in a lonely room Hank Williams sings the Lovesick Blues Winter's walking up the avenue And I ain't seen the sunshine since the 6th of June But I tell you this Chorus: Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith Just because I burned my bible baby It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray I'm in a crowded place But I can't recognize a single face They say the thrill is in the chase Well I ain't got the legs, ain't got the legs To run that race But I tell you this Chorus: Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith Just because I burned my bible baby It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray They say I made my money messing up young minds I stooped the congregation and left them crying in the rain Yea left them with their pain Exit your boy with his ill-got left them crying in the rain Yea left them with their pain Exit your boy with his ill-got pain Exit your boy with his ill-gotten gains Well the blood runs deep and the blood runs cold As the knife slits so another sucker is born and thrown into this world alone The doctor came knocking, wasn't nobody home Better burn a candle light Rap Ease The Pain Repeat Chorus The doctor came knocking, wasn't nobody home Ease the pain Gotta find some faith Repeat chorus Better burn the candle bright Rap Ease The Pain |
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from Gone In 60 Seconds (식스티 세컨즈) [ost] (2000)
Too Sick To Pray
I'm in a lonely room Hank Williams sings the Lovesick Blues Winter's walking up the avenue And I ain't seen the sunshine since the 6th of June But I tell you this Chorus: Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith Just because I burned my bible baby It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray I'm in a crowded place But I can't recognize a single face They say the thrill is in the chase Well I ain't got the legs, ain't got the legs To run that race But I tell you this Chorus: Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better Don't run for the priest, I'm gonna find some faith Just because I burned my bible baby It don't mean, I'm too sick to pray They say I made my money messing up young minds I stooped the congregation and left them crying in the rain Yea left them with their pain Exit your boy with his ill-got left them crying in the rain Yea left them with their pain Exit your boy with his ill-got pain Exit your boy with his ill-gotten gains Well the blood runs deep and the blood runs cold As the knife slits so another sucker is born and thrown into this world alone The doctor came knocking, wasn't nobody home Better burn a candle light Rap Ease The Pain Repeat Chorus The doctor came knocking, wasn't nobody home Ease the pain Gotta find some faith Repeat chorus Better burn the candle bright Rap Ease The Pain |
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from 3000 Miles To Graceland (3000 마일) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2001)
Hit the dance round about midnight
Gin n juice and he's a feelin fine Come morning all the signs went up Policeman said the joint was shut All the brothers gettin busted outside Undercover officer readin em their rights One way ticket boy your prison bound The night the lights in Dallas went down so How long we gonna wait until We get the keys to the mansion on the hill I want to know right now How long we gonna waste our time Boarding a bus that's boud for the welfare line I want to know right now Shakes the blues off and she tries her luck Makes a little bet hopes the horse comes up Picks your pockets for some easy money Cause she blew the goddamn lot on the national lottery Steals the paper and checks the front page Headlines read the dancehall can't be saved How can the open up the opera house On the night the lights in Dallas went down How long we gonna wait until We get the keys to the mansion on the hill I want to know right now How long we gonna waste our time Boarding a bus that's boud for the welfare line I want to know right now Tweak freak Tony on the 4 2 8 Special branch sting right time wrong place Columbian connections in the corridors of power Mean the man on the money ain't ever goin dowm Lord Lucky takes his lady to the magic flute A little taste of heat and now he's bullet proof Tony tunes to underground radio On the night the lights in Dallas went down How long we gonna wait until We get the keys to the mansion on the hill I want to know right now How long we gonna waste our time Boarding a bus that's boud for the welfare line I want to know right now |
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from 2Pac - Pac's Life / Explicit Version (2006)
(Intro - Tupac) Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Now Whats Next? Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Now Whats Next? (Verse 1 - Tupac) Caught up in the middle, My lifes a riddle, Dont let it get ya, I wanna be legal, but its this hustle that gets me richer, One love to my peoples makin money, i can see you bubblin, Avoid all troubles, beware of devils, continue strugglin, Nothins impossible, if theres a will theres a way, So get your mind on official business, you can get paid, And it's been this way, from the cradle to the grave, To get paid my niggas do this every fuckin day, We part way, through politics and conversation, This information to my thug niggas in the complication, Watch and bear witness to the plesures of participation, Seperation, and self destruction, whats needed is unification, Cuz the world aint hardly scared, if not prepaired, Be sure to be burried, and be no longer there, But no one cares instead of share, all we get is stares, Cuz the fear will evapurate, say your prayers (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, (Verse 2 - A3) Makaveli tried to warn us, but niggaz aint listen to Pac, Now nigga really listen to Pac, Shit, You aint go it yet, Nope, Then you wont get it, Might as well measure him up, and have his ass fitted, Why?, I be slippin dawg, crippin didnt soak game, Got his wig split, like them shutters on the airplane, Never will change, niggas with no name, No shame, (?), I stay posted like a flag, Starin though my rear view, ballin in a Jag, Bounce wit me Cali body rot down in H Town, We gon put these artificial bustas in the place now, Time for a change, real niggaz rollin wit me, Money makin, swift desicions, we controllin the streets, Side tracked by the broads, and the frauds, Aint it strange, It's the reason so many niggaz get scared in the game, (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, (Verse 3 - Jay Rock) That money gotta make it, what i gotta do to make it, Do i really gotta take it, put this mack up to your face and, Doin wat we gotta do to survive, Jus ask Kwili, doin wat we do to get by, So nigga stick to the crime, picture nickle and dimes, What the fuck we spose to do, who gon give us a job, So i tried and i tried, tried to get out the grind, But the block kept on callin me back, Fiends kept on callin for crack, So i supply them wit that, gave them a reasonable fee, Nigga dont blame it on me, shit jus look around man, Niggaz and (?), LAPD is the target, Niggaz is heartless, hustle regaurdless, Look, that dope spot i used to (?), But now its jus a place to hide the guns in the closet, Watch your step, shifty grounds under the capret, We jus tryin hard not to see that coffin, (Chorus - Tupac) And whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, Whats next? Hard livin got me going insane, But im addicted to the hustle, im trapped in the game, Whats next? Im going crazy, Tell me, tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do, |
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