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´ä  All Out Of Love / Air Supply + Julienne Taylor

 ½ºÄÚÆ²·£µå Ãâ½ÅÀÇ ¿©¼º °¡¼ö 'ÁÙ¸®¾ð Å×ÀÏ·¯'ÀÇ 2003³â ¸®¸ÞÀÌÅ© ÀÛǰ. ±×³àÀÇ ¾Ù¹ü 'Music Garden'¿¡ ¼ö·ÏµÈ °îÀ¸·Î ȯ»óÀûÀÎ ¿¬ÁÖ¿Í ¹Ì¼ºÀÇ º¸ÄÃÀÌ ¸ÚÁø Á¶È­¸¦ ÀÌ·é ³ë·¡. ¿µ±¹ '¼±(Sun)'Áö´Â ÁÙ¸®¾ð Å×ÀÏ·¯¸¦ °¡¸®ÄÑ '³ë¶ó Á¸½º¿¡ ´ëÇÑ ½ºÄÚÆ²·£µåÀÇ ÇØ´ä'À̶ó°í Æò°¡ÇßÀ½.

 ¿À¸®Áö³ÎÀº ¿¡¾î ¼­ÇöóÀÌ·Î 1980³â ½Ì±Û Â÷Æ® 2À§±îÁö ±â·ÏÇß´ø °î.

 

I'm lying alone with my head on the phone

Thinking of you till it hurts

I know you hurt too but what else can we do

Tormented and torn apart

I wish I could carry your smile in my heart

For times when my life seems so low

It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring

When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know

 

(Chorus)

I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you

I know you were right, believing for so long

I'm all out of love, what am I without you

I can't be too late to say I was so wrong

I want you to come back and carry me home

Away from these long, lonely nights

I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too?

does the feeling seem oh, so right?

And what would you say if I called on you now

And said that I can't hold on?

There's no easy way, it gets harder each day

Please love me or I'll be gone, I'll be gone

 

(Chorus)

Ooh, what are you thinking of What are you thinking of

What are you thinking of what are you thinking of

 

 

 

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"È­·ÁÇÑ ½Ì±Û" ÀÇ ¿ø°îÀÌ ±Ã±ÝÇÕ´Ï´Ù.

 

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Àå¼ö ÇÏ½Ã±æ ¹Ù¶ø´Ï´Ù.

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±×³É µè±â¸¸ ÇØµµ ½Å³ª´Â°Í °°°í,

±×¸®°í ¾Æ³»µµ ¸¹ÀÌ ±Ã±ÝÇØ ÇÏ¿© ¿©ÂÞ¾î º¾´Ï´Ù.

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´ä  Eat You Up / Angie Gold

 À¯·´¿¡¼­ ¼±Ç³ÀûÀÎ Àα⸦ ²ø¾ú´ø ¾ØÁö °ñµåÀÇ 1985³â ÀÛǰ. ÇÁ¶û½º¿Í µ¶ÀÏ Å¬·´ Â÷Æ® Á¤»ó±îÁö ±â·ÏÇß´ø °îÀ¸·Î ¿ì¸®³ª¶ó ´í½º °¡¼ö ¾çÇý½ÂÀÌ <È­·ÁÇÑ ½Ì±Û>·Î ¹ø¾ÈÇØ ÃÖ±Ù ¸¹Àº »ç¶ûÀ» ¹Þ¾ÒÀ½.

 

You told me once that you loved me

You said that I was the only one

It took sometime and now I know

The joy would prevail the earth

(Son of a bitch now)

 

 

The thought it was me wasn't wise, boy

Keys up and around for too long

And now you're gonna pay thru the flies, boy

I'm gonna put you back down

(Where you belong, boy)

 

 

I'm gonna eat you up, spit you out

And run you right into the ground

I'm gonna wind you up, turn you on

And burn all your bridges right down

 

 

 

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´ä  Dance Me To The End Of Love / Leonard Cohen + º¡¾î¸® ¹ÙÀ̿ø° / À±¼³ÇÏ

 Ä³³ª´Ù Ãâ½ÅÀÇ ½ÃÀÎÀÌÀÚ Æ÷Å© °¡¼öÀÎ '·¹¿À³ªµå ÄÚÇî'ÀÇ 1984³â ÀÛǰ. ±×ÀÇ ¸í¹Ý 'Various Positions'¿¡ ¼ö·ÏµÈ °îÀ¸·Î ÀÌ °îÀ» 90³â´ë ÃÊ¹Ý Æ÷Å© ¿©°¡¼ö À±¼³Çϰ¡ 'º¡¾î¸® ¹ÙÀ̿ø°'À¸·Î ¹ø¾ÈÇØ ºÒ·¶À½.

 

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin

Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove

Dance me to the end of love

ºÒ²É°°Àº ¹ÙÀ̿ø° ¼±À²°ú ´ç½ÅÀÇ ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿ò¿¡ ¸ÂÃç ³ª¿Í ÃãÀ» Ãß¾îÁÖ¿À

³»°¡ Æò¿Â¿¡ ¾ÈÂøÇÒ ¶§±îÁö ±äÀåÀ» ÇìÃİ¡¸ç ³ª¿Í ÃãÀ» Ãß¾îÁÖ¿À

¿Ã¸®ºê °¡Áöó·³ ³¯ µé¾î¿Ã·Á ÁýÀ¸·Î ÇâÇÏ´Â ºñµÑ±â°¡ µÇ°Ô ÇØÁÖ¿À

»ç¶ûÀÌ ³¡³ª´Â ¼ø°£±îÁö ³ª¿Í ÃãÀ» Ãß¾îÁÖ¿À

 

 

Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone

Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

°¨½ÃÀÚµéÀÌ ÁÖº¯¿¡¼­ »ç¶óÁö°í ³ª¸é , ´ç½ÅÀÇ ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿òÀ» ³»°Ô º¸¿©ÁÖ¿À

¹Ùºô·ÐÀÇ »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ±×·¨´ø °Íó·³ ´ç½ÅÀÇ ¿òÁ÷ÀÓÀ» ´À³¢°Ô ÇØÁÖ¿À

³»°¡ ²À ¾Ë¾Æ¾ß ÇÒ ÇѰ踦 õõÈ÷ ¾Ë·ÁÁÖ¿À

»ç¶ûÀÌ ³¡³ª´Â ¼ø°£±îÁö ³ª¿Í ÃãÀ» Ãß¾îÁÖ¿À

»ç¶ûÀÌ ³¡³ª´Â ¼ø°£±îÁö ³ª¿Í ÃãÀ» Ãß¾îÁÖ¿À

 

Dance me to the wedding now dance me on and on

Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long

We're both of us beneath our love

we're both of us above

Dance me to the end of love

°áÈ¥½Ä¿¡ ¸ÂÃß¾î Áö±ÝºÎÅÍ ¿µ¿ø±îÁö ³ª¿Í ÃãÀ» Ãß¾îÁÖ¿À

³Ê¹«³ª ºÎµå·´°Ô, ÇÑÁ¤¾ø´Â ¿À·£ ½Ã°£ µ¿¾È ³ª¿Í ÃãÀ» Ãß¾îÁÖ¿À

¿ì¸® µÎ »ç¶÷Àº ¿ì¸®ÀÇ »ç¶û ¾Æ·¡ Á¸ÀçÇϰí,

¶ÇÇÑ ±×º¸´Ù ³ôÀº °÷¿¡ Á¸ÀçÇÕ´Ï´Ù

»ç¶ûÀÌ ³¡³ª´Â ¼ø°£±îÁö ³ª¿Í ÃãÀ» Ãß¾îÁÖ¿À

 

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born

Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn

Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn

Dance me to the end of love

ź»ýÀ» ±â´Ù¸®´Â ¾ÆÀ̵éÀ» À§ÇØ ³ª¿Í ÃãÀ» Ãß¾î ÁÖ¿À

ºÒ°°Àº ÀÔ¸ÂÃã¿¡ ±âÁø¸ÆÁø ÇÒ ¶§±îÁö ĿưÀ» ÇìÄ¡¸ç ÃãÀ» Ãß¾îÁÖ¿À

¸ðµç ¼Ö±â°¡ ¶â°ÜÁ® ³ª°¥Áö¶óµµ, ³»¹ÐÇÔÀ» °¡¸° À帷À» °È¾î¹ö¸®°í

»ç¶ûÀÌ ³¡³ª´Â ¼ø°£±îÁö ³ª¿Í ÃãÀ» Ãß¾îÁÖ¿À

 

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin

Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in

Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

ºÒ²É°°Àº ¹ÙÀ̿ø° ¼±À²°ú ´ç½ÅÀÇ ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿ò¿¡ ¸ÂÃç ³ª¿Í ÃãÀ» Ãß¾îÁÖ¿À

³»°¡ Æò¿Â¿¡ ¾ÈÂøÇÒ ¶§±îÁö ±äÀåÀ» ÇìÃİ¡¸ç ³ª¿Í ÃãÀ» Ãß¾îÁÖ¿À

´ç½ÅÀÇ ¸Ç ¼ÕÀ¸·Î ȤÀº Àå°©À» ³¤ ¼ÕÀ¸·Î ³¯ ¾î·ç¸¸Á® ÁÖ¼¼¿ä

»ç¶ûÀÌ ³¡³ª´Â ¼ø°£±îÁö ³ª¿Í ÃãÀ» Ãß¾îÁÖ¿À

»ç¶ûÀÌ ³¡³ª´Â ¼ø°£±îÁö ³ª¿Í ÃãÀ» Ãß¾îÁÖ¿À

 

 

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ÃÖ±Ù ¼Ò°³µÈ ºê¸®Æ®´Ï ½ºÇǾÀÇ ³ë·¡ Áß My Prerogative¶õ °îÀÌ ÀÖ¾î¿ä.

¹æ¼ÛÀÌ ¸¹ÀÌ ³ª¿À´øµ¥, ÀÌ °îÀÌ ¸®¸ÞÀÌÅ©¶ó°í ÇÏ´õ¶ó±¸¿ä.

¿À¸®Áö³ÎÀº ´©±¸ÀÇ ³ë·£Áö ¾Ë°í ½Í±¸¿ä, ¿À¸®Áö³Î°ú ¸®¸ÞÀÌÅ©¸¦ ÇÔ²² µè°í ½Í¾î¿ä.

 ³Ê¹« ¹«¸®ÇÑ ºÎŹÀΰ¡¿ä?

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´ä  My Prerogative(³ªÀÇ Æ¯±Ç) / Bobby Brown + Britney Spears

 ¹Ì±¹ Ãâ½ÅÀÇ ÈæÀÎ ·¦ °¡¼ö '¹Ùºñ ºê¶ó¿î'ÀÇ 1988³â ÀÛǰÀ¸·Î ºôº¸µå ½Ì±Û Â÷Æ® 1À§±îÁö ±â·ÏÇß´ø ³ë·¡. ÀÌ °îÀº ±×ÀÇ ¾Ù¹ü 'Don't Be Cruel'¿¡ ¼ö·Ï. ÀÌ °îÀ» ÃÖ±Ù ¹Ùºñ ºê¶ó¿îÀÌ µ¶Ã¢ÀûÀÎ ºÐÀ§±â·Î ¸®¸ÞÀÌÅ©ÇØ ´Ù½Ã ÇÑ ¹ø ±¹³» ÆÒµéÀ» »ç·ÎÀâ°í ÀÖÀ½.

 

It's love it's love love get busy

Everybody's talking all this stuff about me

Now now why don't they just let me live

Oh oh oh i don't need permission

Make my own decisions oh

That's my prerogative

 

They say I'm crazy

I really don't care

That's my prerogative

They say I'm nasty

But I don't give a damn

Gettin' girls is how I live

 

Some ask me questions

Why am I so real

But they don't understand me

I really don't know the deal

About a brother trying hard to make it right

Not long ago before

I won this fight sing

 

Everybody's talking all this stuff about me

Why don't they just let me live (Tell me why)

I don't need permission

Make my own decisions oh

That's my prerogative (It's my prerogative)

 

It's my prerogative

It's the way that I wanna live (It's my prerogative)

I can do just what I feel (It's my prerogative)

No one can tell me what to do (It's my prerogative)

Cause what I'm doin'

I'm doin' for you ah

 

Don't get me wrong

I'm really not zooped

Ego trips is not my thing

All these strange relationships

Really gets me down

I see nothin wrong with

Spreading myself around sing

 

Everybody's talking all this stuff about me (yeah)

Why don't they just let me live (Tell me why)

I don't need permission (i don't need)

Make my own decisions (my own decisions)

That's my prerogative (It's my prerogative-2x)

 

I can do what I wanna do (It's my prerogative)

Truly live my life (It's my prerogative)

I'm doing it just for you (It's my prerogative)

Tell me, tell me

 

Why can't I live my life (live my life)

Without all of the things that people say (oooh)

 

yo Tell it, kick it like this

 

I can do what I wanna do

Me and you

Together, together, together...

 

Everybody's talking all this stuff about me (everybody's talking)

Why don't they just let me live (why)

(Why don't they just let me live)

I don't need permission (i don't need permission from nobody

Make my own decisions

That's my prerogative

 

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´ä  Reality / Richard Sanderson

 ÇÁ¶û½º Ãâ½ÅÀÇ ³²¼º °¡¼ö '¸®Â÷µå »÷´õ½¼'ÀÇ 1979³â ÀÛǰ. ¹ßÇ¥ ´ç½Ã ÀüÇô ÁÖ¸ñ¹ÞÁö ¸øÇÏ´Ù°¡ ¿µÈ­ '¶óºÕLa Boum)'ÀÇ ÁÖÁ¦°¡·Î ¾²À̸鼭 ºò È÷Æ®. 1980³â ÇÁ¶ó½º, ºê¶óÁú Â÷Æ® No.1 ±â·Ï.

 

Reality

 

Met you by surprise I didn't realize

¿ì¿¬È÷ ¸¸³­ ´ç½Å ¶§¹®¿¡ ³» »îÀÌ

that my life would change forever

¿µ¿øÅä·Ï ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¹Ù²ð ÁÙÀº ¸ô¶ú½À´Ï´Ù

Saw you standing there

°Å±â ¼­ ÀÖ´Â ´ç½ÅÀ» º¸°í

I didn't know i'd care

¹º°¡ Ưº°ÇÑ ±â¿îÀÌ °¨µµ´Â °É

There was something special in the air

³»°¡ ÀǽÄÇϰí ÀÖ´Ù´Â °É ¸ô¶ú½À´Ï´Ù

 

Dreams are my reality

²ÞÀÌ Çö½Ç·Î ÀÌ·ç¾îÁø °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù

The only kind of real fantasy

ȯ»óÀÌ Çö½ÇÈ­µÈ ´Ü ÇѰ¡Áö °æ¿ìÀÔ´Ï´Ù

Illusions are a common thing

¸Á»óÀº ÈçÇÑ ÀÏÀÌÁö¸¸

I try to live in dreams

³­ ²Þ¼Ó¿¡¼­ »ì°í ½Í½À´Ï´Ù

It seems as if it's meant to be

¸¶Ä¡ ¿î¸íÁö¾îÁø °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù

 

Dreams are my reality

²ÞÀÌ Çö½Ç·Î ÀÌ·ç¾îÁø °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù

A different kind of reality

ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¹º°¡ ´Ù¸¥ Çö½ÇÀÔ´Ï´Ù

I dream of loving in the night

¹ãÀÌ µÇ¸é ³­ ´ç½ÅÀ» »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â °É ²Þ²Ù°í

And loving seems all right

±× »ç¶ûÀº ¾Æ¹«·± ¹®Á¦°¡ ¾ø¾î º¸ÀÔ´Ï´Ù

Although it's only fantasy

±×°ÍÀÌ ºñ·Ï ȯ»óÀ̶ó ÇÒÁö¶óµµ

 

If you do exist honey don't resist

´ç½ÅÀÌ Á¤¸» Á¸ÀçÇÑ´Ù¸é

Show me your new way of loving

»ç¾çÇÏ·Á ÇÏÁö ¸»¾Æ¿ä

Tell me that it's true,

´ç½ÅÀÇ »õ·Î¿î »ç¶ûÀÇ ¹æ¹ýÀ» º¸¿©Áà¿ä

Show me what to do

À̰ÍÀÌ »ç½ÇÀ̶ó°í ¸»ÇØÁà¿ä

I feel something special about you

´ç½Å¿¡°Ô´Â ¹º°¡ Ưº°ÇÑ ±â¿îÀÌ ´À²¸Áý´Ï´Ù

 

Dreams are my reality

²ÞÀÌ Çö½Ç·Î ÀÌ·ç¾îÁø °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù

The only kind of reality

¿ÀÁ÷ À¯ÀÏÇÑ Çö½ÇÀÌÁÒ

Maybe my foolishness has passed

¾î¼¸é ³ªÀÇ ¹Ùº¸½º·¯¿î ÇൿÀº

And maybe now at last

¸ðµÎ ³¡³ª°í ÀÌÁ¦ ¸¶Ä§³»

I see how the real thing can be

Çö½ÇÀ» º¼ ¼ö ÀÖ°Ô µÈ °ÇÁöµµ ¸ð¸£ÁÒ

 

Dreams are my reality

²ÞÀÌ Çö½Ç·Î ÀÌ·ç¾îÁø °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù

A wondrous world where I'd like to be

³»°¡ ¿øÇß´ø ³î¶ó¿î ¼¼»ó¿¡ ÀÖ´Â °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù

I dream of holding you all night

¿Â¹ãÀ» ´ç½ÅÀ» ²¸¾È°í ÀÖ´Â ²ÞÀ» ²ÙÁö¸¸

And holding you seems right

¾Æ¹«·± ¹®Á¦°¡ ¾ø¾î º¸ÀÔ´Ï´Ù

Perhaps that's my reality

¾Æ¸¶µµ ÀÌ°Ô ³ªÀÇ Çö½ÇÀ̰ÚÁÒ

 

Met you by surprise I didn't realize

¿ì¿¬È÷ ¸¸³­ ´ç½Å ¶§¹®¿¡ ³» »îÀÌ

that my life would change forever

¿µ¿øÅä·Ï ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¹Ù²ð ÁÙÀº ¸ô¶ú½À´Ï´Ù

Tell me that it's true

ÀÌ·± »õ·Î¿î °¨Á¤ÀÌ

Feelings that are new

Áø½ÇÀ̶ó°í ¸»ÇØ Áà¿ä

I feel something special about you

´ç½Å¿¡°Õ ¹º°¡ Ưº°ÇÑ ±â¿îÀÌ ´À²¸Áý´Ï´Ù

 

Dreams are my reality

²ÞÀÌ Çö½Ç·Î ÀÌ·ç¾îÁø °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù

The only kind of real fantasy

ȯ»óÀÌ Çö½ÇÈ­µÈ ´Ü ÇѰ¡Áö °æ¿ìÀÔ´Ï´Ù

Illusions are a common thing

¸Á»óÀº ÈçÇÑ ÀÏÀÌÁö¸¸

I try to live in dreams

³­ ²Þ¼Ó¿¡¼­ »ì°í ½Í½À´Ï´Ù

Although it's only fantasy

±×°ÍÀÌ ºñ·Ï ȯ»óÀ̶ó ÇÒÁö¶óµµ...

 

Dreams are my reality

²ÞÀÌ Çö½Ç·Î ÀÌ·ç¾îÁø °Í °°½À´Ï´Ù

 

I like to dream of you close to me

´ç½ÅÀÌ ³» °ç¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ²ÞÀ»,

I dream of loving in the night

´ç½ÅÀ» »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ²ÞÀ» ²Ù°í ½Í½À´Ï´Ù

And loving you seems right

±× »ç¶û¿£ ¾Æ¹«·± ¹®Á¦°¡ ¾ø¾î º¸ÀÔ´Ï´Ù

Perhaps that's my reality

¾Æ¸¶µµ ±×°Ô ³ªÀÇ Çö½ÇÀ̰ÚÁÒ

 

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  I'm gonna, I'm gonna

I'm gonna, I'm gonna, yeah, ooh

I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna

I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna

 

I'm gonna eat you up, spit you out

And run you right out of this town

 

 

 





2004-10-29(09:10)