Behind the Wall - Tracy Chapman

I might get to thinkin' That I might could quit drinkin' But then what else is there to do And it's this contemplation That spurs conversation With the ceilin' that I've been talkin' to If I keep my hands workin' It holds off the hurtin' For the work is all but true But when the days at a close And I'm all alone You can guess where my mind wanders to And it's a feelin' I have known Since before I was grown I'm howlin', corraling the blues And it's a feelin' I have known Since before I was grown I'm howlin', corraling the blues I'm howlin', corraling the blues

문을 열어 줘 누구도 불행하길 원하지 않아 목소릴 높여 모두가 하나 되어 세상을 깨워 힘껏 일어나 Come on, break the wall 지금까지 지켜온 모든 힘을 다해 맞서 시련을 물리쳐 Come on, save your world 너의 세상 그 위에 깊이 발자국을 남겨 더 높은 곳을 향해 소리쳐 쌓여가는 문제들이 만들어낸 matter 자꾸 나를 밟고 올라서려 하는 haters 이 순간조차도 무너져만 가 어둠이 가져가 버린 모든 빛 다시 일어나 Come on, break the wall 지금까지 지켜온 모든 힘을 다해 맞서 시련을 물리쳐 Come on, save your world 너의 세상 그 위에 깊이 발자국을 남겨 더 높은 곳을 향해 소리쳐 Don't back away from the wall now We together, break the wall, yah 더 높이 위로 louder 모두에게 알려 We can change 함께면, 자 벽을 넘어 외쳐 망설인 발걸음을 다시 시작해 멈춰 서지마 Don't be afraid, don't lose your faith, run no more Yah 나의 걸음에 담겨 있는 수많은 진심이 전해지길 Come on, break the wall 지금까지 지켜온 모든 힘을 다해 맞서 시련을 물리쳐 Come on, save your world 너의 세상 그 위에 깊이 발자국을 남겨 더 높은 곳을 향해 소리쳐 Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

Across a painted desert lies a train of vagabonds All that's left of what we were, it's what we have become Once our empires glorious but now the empire's gone The dead gave us the time to live and now our time is done Now we are victorious, we've become our slaves A land of hope and glory building graveyards for the brave Have you seen the writing on the wall? Have you seen that writing? Can you see the riders on the storm? Can you see them riding? Can you see them riding? Holding on to fury is that all we ever know Ignorance our judge and jury, all we've got to show From Hollywood to Babylon, holy war to kingdom come On a trail of dust and ashes when the burning sky is done A tide of change is coming and that is what you fear The earthquake is a-comin' but you don't wanna hear You're just too blind to see Have you seen the writing on the wall? Have you seen that writing? Can you see the riders on the storm? Can you see them riding? Can you see them riding, riding next to you? Have you seen the writing on the wall? Have you seen that writing? Can you see the riders on the storm? Can you see them riding? Have you seen the writing on the wall? Have you seen that writing? Can you see the riders on the storm? Can you see them riding? Can you see them riding, riding next to you?

When it bends you try to walk a straight line Something more for less and in the meantime It changes shape and shifts it takes you over Its just a warning sign Because the writing's on the wall The writing's on the wall You make a deal you swear that its the last time No sudden moves or else your soul will be mine And when you dance you're dancing with the devil Its just a warning sign, you're running out of time You can't relate, you still escape Because you think you've seen it all You're right on time until you find They've just been waiting for the fall Because the writing's on the wall The writing's on the wall When it bends you try to walk a straight line Something more for less and in the meantime It changes shape and shifts it takes you over Its just a warning sign You can't relate, you still escape Because you think you've seen it all You're right on time until you find They've just been waiting for the fall The writing's on the wall The writing's on the wall It's seven-hundred stories tall The writing's on the wall Take your time it's a state of mind Take your time just until you find Take your time it's a state of mind The writing's on the wall The writing's on the wall It's seven-hundred stories tall The writing's on the wall

One day while bathing in the sea My talking dolphin spoke to me He spoke to me in symphony From freedom's peace beneath the sea He looked to me eyes full of love Said yes we live behind the sun Behind the sun Behind the sun Behind the sun The sun goes up And the sun gets down But like the heart of the sun My heart continues to pound Behind the sun Now while I shower in the rain I watch my dolphin swim away The one who listens to the surf Can feel the pulse beat of the earth And like my dolphin swims so free The sun does swim into the sea Behind the sun Behind the sun Behind the sun Behind the sun An island flying through the sky One day your son might ask you why And if your son should be a girl She too might ask you of this world The sun shines sweet upon your beach And yes my dolphin loves to teach Behind the sun Behind the sun Behind the sun The sun goes up And the sun gets down But like the heart of the sun My heart continues to pound Behind the sun

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour