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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Rage Against the Machine]Calm Like A Bomb |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
I be walkin god like a dog My narrative fearless ³ °³Ã³·³ µ¹¾Æ´Ù´Ò °Å¾ß, µÎ·Á¿òÀ̶õ ¾ø¾î Word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh ¸¶Ä¡ ÆÄ¸®ÀÇ BaldwinÀÇ Áýó·³ ´Ü¾îÀÇ ÀüÀïÀÌ ºÒŸ¿À¸¥´Ù, ¾î *Baldwin - James Baldwin, ¹Ì±¹ ÀÛ°¡ Like steel from a furnace I was born landless ¿ë±¤·Î ¼ÓÀÇ °Ã¶Ã³·³, ³ ¶¥ ¾øÀÌ Å¾Áö Yes its tha native son Born of Zapatas guns ±×·¡ ÅäÂø¹ÎÀ̾ß, Zapatas ÃÑÀÇ Åº»ý Stroll through the shanties And tha cities remains ¿ÀµÎ¸·ÁýÀ» Ȱº¸Çϰí, °Å¸®¿¡¼± °è¼Ó ¶È°°Àº ÀÚ°¡ Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names ±¾ÁÖ¸° ä·Î ¹¯Çô, ´ÜÁö ¼º¾¾¸¸ ´Ù¸¦ »ÓÀÌ¾ß The vultures robbin everything Leave nothing but chains µ¶¼ö¸®µéÀº ¸ðµç °ÍÀ» »©¾Ñ°í, ¼è»ç½½¸¸ ³²±â³× Pick a point on the globe Yes tha pictures tha same Áö±¸º»¿¡ ¾Æ¹« °÷À̳ª Âï¾îºÁ, ±×·¡ ±× °÷µµ ¶È°°¾Æ Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse ±×°÷¿£ ÀºÇà°ú ±³È¸¿Í ½ÅÈ¿Í °üÀÌ ÀÖÁö A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth °¡°Ô¿Í ´ëÃâ, žÀÚ¸¶ÀÚ Á×Àº ¾ÆÀÌ Theres a widow pig parrot A rebel to tame °úºÎ µÅÁö¾Þ¹«»õµµ ÀÖ¾î, ±æµéÀ̱â À§ÇÑ Çõ¸í *widow pig parrot - Á÷¿ªÀ» Çߴµ¥, ¿ø·¡´Â Faulkner¶ó´Â °æÂû°üÀ» ¶æÇÑ´Ù´Â ±º¿ä. Abu JamalÀ̶ó´Â »ç¶÷À» ½ú´Ù´Âµ¥..(¿Ü±¹ »çÀÌÆ®¸¦ ¹ø¿ªÇÑ °Å¸¦ Âü°íÇÑ °Å¶ó¼ Á¤º¸ ÁúÀÌ ¸Å¿ì ³ª»Ý-.-) A whitehooded judge A syringe and a vein ÇÏ¾á µÎ°ÇÀ» ¾´ ½ÉÆÇ°ü, ÁÖ»ç±â¿Í ÇÍÁÙ *whitehooded - KKK´ÜÀ» ¶æÇÕ´Ï´Ù. And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard ´©±¸µµ µèÁö ¸øÇÑ ÀÚµéÀÇ ½Ã°¡ Æøµ¿À» ÀÏÀ¸Å²´Ù What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? ¹¹¶ó°í? ¹¹¶ó°í? ¹¹¶ó°í? ¹¹? Calm like a bomb ÆøÅºÃ³·³ Ä§ÂøÇØ This aint subliminal Feel the critical mass approach horizon ÀáÀçÀûÀÎ ¸Þ½ÃÁö°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß, ºñÆÇ¸¸ ÇÏ´Â ¹«¸®°¡ ¼öÆò¼±¿¡ ´Ù´Ù¸£´Â °É ºÁ Tha pulse of the condemned ºñ³¹Þ´Â ÀÚµéÀÇ ½ÉÀå¹Úµ¿ Sound off Americas demise ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ²¨, ¹Ì±¹Àº Á×¾ú¾î Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Yes I spit fire ½Åȸ¦ ¹Ý´ëÇÏ´Â ¸®µëÀÇ ¶ô ¼îÅ©, ±×·¡ ³ ºÒÀ» »Õ¾î Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires Èñ¸ÁÀº ¿Õ±¹ÀÇ ¿¬±â³ª´Â Á¶¾àµ¹ ¼Ó¿¡ ÀÖÁö Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains ±×·¡ ¿ÀµÎ¸·ÁýÀ¸·Î ´Ù½Ã µ¹¾Æ°¡, µµ½Ã´Â ¾ÆÁ÷µµ Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh ¶È°°Àº ¸öÀÌ ±¾ÁÖ¸° ä·Î ¹¯Çô, ¾îÇã With different last names, uh-huh ´ÜÁö ¼º¾¾¸¸ ´Ù¸¦ »ÓÀÌÁö, ¾îÇã The vultures robbin everyone µ¶¼ö¸®´Â ¸ðµÎÀÇ ¹°°ÇÀ» »©¾Ñ°í Leave nothing but chains ¼è»ç½½¸¸ ³²°Ü³õÁö Pick a point here at home ¿©±â Áý¿¡¼ ÇÑ Á¡À» ÅÃÇØºÁ Yes the pictures tha same ±×·¡ ±×°÷µµ ¸¶Âù°¡Áö¾ß Theres a field full of slaves Some corn and some debt ³ë¿¹·Î °¡µæÂù Æò¾ß¿Í ¾à°£ÀÇ ¿Á¼ö¼ö ±×¸®°í ºú Theres a ditch full of bodies Tha check for the rent ½Ãü·Î °¡µæÂù ±¸µ¢ÀÌ, Áý¼¼¸¦ º¸¿©ÁÖ´Â ¼öÇ¥ Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone ¼öµ¾¹°°ú, Àüȱâ, ±×¸®°í °í¿äÇÑ µ¹¸ÍÀÌ The numb black screen That be feelin like home ÁýÀ̶ó´Â ´À³¦À» ÁÖ´Â µÐ°¨ÇÑ °ËÀº ½ºÅ©¸° And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard ´©±¸µµ µèÁö ¸øÇÑ ÀÚµéÀÇ ½Ã°¡ Æøµ¿À» ÀÏÀ¸Å²´Ù What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? ¹¹¶ó°í? ¹¹¶ó°í? ¹¹¶ó°í? ¹¹? Calm like a bomb ÆøÅºÃ³·³ Ä§ÂøÇØ Theres a mass without roofs A prison to fill ÁöºØÀÌ ¾ø´Â µ¢¾î¸®, ±×¸®°í ä¿öÁö´Â °¨¿Á Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills '¼¼±Ý °íÁö¼´Â °ÅÀý'À̶ó°í ¸»ÇÏ´Â ½Ã°ñÀÇ ¿µÈ¥ Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill ÆÄ¾÷ ±×¸®°í ¹æ¾Ñ°£ ¿·¿¡ ÁÙÁö¾î ÀÖ´Â °æÂûµé Theres a right to obey And a right to kill ¿ì¸®¿¡°Õ º¹Á¾ÇÒ ±Ç¸®¿Í »ìÀÎÇÒ ±Ç¸®°¡ ÀÖ¾î |
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