[추천곡] Damien Jurado - Rehearsals for Departure (1999)

 

 

Damien Jurado -  Rehearsals for Departure (1999)

 

01. Ohio (03:42)
02. Tragedy (02:23)
03. Curbside (04:56)
04. Honey Baby (03:42)
05. Eyes for Windows (03:08)
06. Letters & Drawings (05:26)
07. Love the Same (02:55)
08. Saturday (02:39)
09. Tornado (04:40)
10. Rehearsals for Departure (03:17)

 

 

시애틀의 서브 팝이라고 하면 그런지 밴드들이 먼저 연상된다.
아마도 엘리엇 스미스가 계기가 되었지 싶은 데, 90년대 후반 싱어송라이터 붐이 살짝 일었었다.
그 영향으로 그런지의 산실이었던 서브 팝이 데미안 쥬라도를 자신있게 데뷔시켰다

그의 많은 앨범 중 대중들에게 가장 많이 사랑받고 있는 멋진 작품이다.

 

 

 

Ohio

Out from my window across from the city
 I have what's considered a good view
 Two blocks from the subway, three from the fountain
 Where I walk to break in new shoes

 

She stands on the sidewalk just waving at taxis
 Like horses in parades in passing
 I ask where she's headed she tells me,
 "Ohio, I've not seen my mother in ages
 It's been a long time, a real long time."

 

Out from my window "How far is Ohio?"
 She laughed and pointed out east
 She said, "I grew up there with my dear mother
 And I haven't seen her since thirteen.

 

You see, I was taken while she lay sleeping
 By my father's hired man
 We moved to city so far from my family
 I haven't been back there since.
 It's been a long time, a real long time."

 

Out from my window please hear me Ohio
 Your daughter wants to come home
 She longs to be with you to hug you to kiss you
 To never leave her alone

 

And I've gotten know her to live with to love her
 It's hard to see her leave
 She belongs to her mother and the state of Ohio
 I wish she belonged to me

 

See you sometime, see you sometime

 

 

 

 

Letters & Drawings

 

Goodbye angel hands in your pockets
 Maybe tomorrow maybe you'll come back sometime
 She boards a Greyhound, a ticket to Jersey
 A grey-colored backpack full of all her belongings

 

There's a kiss from the window, tells me she loves me
 And how she's sending letters and drawings
 But the letters never came

 

So I waited by the phone to hear it ring

 

Goodbye angel hands in your pockets
 Maybe tomorrow maybe you'll call me sometime
 Small time still city she one day calls me
 Tells me she's married, I took it badly

 

Moments of silence, sounds of her laughing
 When are you sending letters and drawings
 But the letters never came

 

So I waited by the phone to hear it ring

 

Goodbye angel hear you're successfull
 Maybe tomorrow, well maybe you'll come back sometime
 Hands in your pockets here's where you left me
 Only with memories when we were just sixteen
 But the letters never came

 

So I waited by the phone to hear it ring