The Band – Acadian Driftwood
금주의 추천곡을 재개합니다. 아시는 분들은 아시겠지만 몇달간 매우 힘들었습니다. 팔자에 없던 우울증에도 걸려보고… 참 인생에서 이렇게 힘든적이 있었나 싶습니다. 뭐 그렇다면 지금은 괜찮아 진거냐.. 하면 그건 또 아닙니다. 가끔은 멍해지고 눈물도 나고 그럽니다.
뭐라도 해볼까 하고 시작한 일들중 하나가 The Band 의 팬페이지를 만드는 것입니다. 일본에는 어느정도 알려져 있는듯 하지만 국내에서는 The Band 의 자료를 찾기가 정말 힘듭니다. 포크/컨트리/락 에 기반한 The Band 의 음악에 공감하시는 분들이 분명히 있을거라 생각합니다.
골라본 곡은 요새 몇달간 계속 듣고 있는 The Band 의 곡입니다. “The war was over and the spirit was broken” 라는 인상적인 가사로 시작하지만.. 뜻을 이해하기는 쉽지 않군요. The Band 의 곡들은 America 의 역사를 제대로 알고 있지 않고서는 이해하기가 쉽지 않는듯 합니다. (아직까지 The Weight 의 가사를 제대로 해석하지 못하고 있습니다.)
가사닫기
The war was over and the spirit was broken
The hills were smokin’ as the men withdrew
We stood on the cliffs
Oh, and watched the ships
Slowly sinking to their rendezvous
They signed a treaty and our homes were taken
Loved ones forsaken
They didn’t give a damn
Try’n’ to raise a family
End up the enemy
Over what went down on the plains of Abraham (*)
Acadian driftwood
Gypsy tail wind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front movin’ in
What a way to ride
Oh, what a way to go
Then some returned to the motherland
The high command had them cast away
And some stayed on to finish what they started
They never parted
They’re just built that way
We had kin livin’ south of the border
They’re a little older and they’ve been around
They wrote a letter life is a whole lot better
So pull up your stakes, children and come on down
Fifteen under zero when the day became a threat
My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone
Been out ice fishing, too much repetition
Make a man wanna leave the only home he’s known
Sailing out of the gulf headin’ for Saint Pierre
Nothin’ to declare
All we had was gone
Broke down along the coast
But what hurt the most
When the people there said
“You better keep movin’ on”
Everlasting summer filled with ill-content
This government had us walkin’ in chains
This isn’t my turf
This ain’t my season
Can’t think of one good reason to remain
I’ve worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans
It was ever green up until the floods
You could call it an omen
Points ya where you’re goin’
Set my compass north
I got winter in my blood
Acadian driftwood
Gypsy tail wind
They call my home the land of snow
Canadian cold front movin’ in
What a way to ride
Ah, what a way to go
Sais tu, A-ca-di-e j’ai le mal du pays
[You know, Acadia, I long for the country (I am homesick)]
Ta neige, Acadie, fait des larmes au soleil
[Your snow, Acadia, makes tears in the sun (or for the sun)]
J’arrive Acadie, teedle um, teedle um, teedle ooh
[I am arriving Acadia (or I am coming Acadia)]
