Art Pepper - Patricia

Art Pepper - Patricia

프시케(psyche) 님 덕분에 알게 된 아마존 시리즈 <Bosch> 시즌 1, 에피소드 10편에 나오는 음악이다.

이 음악을 해리 보슈(영어 발음으로는 바쉬)가 딸인 매디를 처음 자신의 집으로 데리고 왔을 때 들려준다.

Maddie: Hey, what is this, anyway?

Harry: Late, great Art Pepper. Song's called [Patricia]. 

He wrote it for his daughter 'cause he didn't get to see her too often when she was growing up." 

해리 역시 아트 페퍼처럼 매디가 자라는 걸 자주 못 봤기 때문에 이 음악을 들려주는 것이 자연스럽게 느껴지던 연출이 떠오른다.

암튼 해리는 음악에도 조예가 깊은 것 같다. 

이 시리즈를 보면서 귀도 호강하고 있다는.

시리즈 1편은 마이클 코넬리의 <유골의 도시>를 기반으로 한 작품이라고 한다.

나는 열심히 <Bosch> 시리즈를 보고 있다. 한 시즌에 10개의 에피소드가 있는데 현재 시즌 4, 에피소드 3편을 보고 있다.

내일이면 시즌 4도 다 볼 것 같다. 아무튼 나같은 사람에게 시즌 드라마를 보는 건 위험한 일이다. ㅠㅠ

Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust

Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust

Well I'll be damned 

Here comes your ghost again 

But that's not unusual 

It's just that the moon is full 

And you happened to call 

And here I sit 

Hand on the telephone 

Hearing a voice I'd known 

A couple of light years ago 

Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes 

Were bluer than robin's eggs 

My poetry was lousy you said 

Where are you calling from? 

A booth in the midwest 

Ten years ago 

I bought you some cufflinks 

You brought me something 

We both know what memories can bring 

They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene 

Already a legend 

The unwashed phenomenon 

The original vagabond 

You strayed into my arms 

And there you stayed 

Temporarily lost at sea 

The Madonna was yours for free 

Yes the girl on the half-shell 

Could keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing 

With brown leaves falling all around 

And snow in your hair 

Now you're smiling out the window 

Of that crummy hotel 

Over Washington Square 

Our breath comes out white clouds 

Mingles and hangs in the air 

Speaking strictly for me 

We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me 

You're not nostalgic 

Then give me another word for it 

You who are so good with words 

And at keeping things vague 

'Cause I need some of that vagueness now 

It's all come back too clearly 

Yes I loved you dearly 

And if you're offering me diamonds and rust 

I've already paid

Bob Dylan - To Fall in Love With You

Bob Dylan - To Fall in Love With You

A tear go down my day is real

but your dying eye upon the same

and need just road for me from you

What paradise what can I do

that die for my and the day is dark

I can't believe for the end of time

What I could find?

Oh time is (incompensibile)

'f I fell in love

To fall in love

To fall in love with you

The day is dark, our time is right

Day in the night, deep in the night

I came (incomprensibile) be back, I hear-a my-a surprise

I see it in you live, I knew it in your eyes

Well, I feel your love and I feel no shame

I can't unleash your horde

I call your name

What were to me?

What can I do?

To fall in love

To fall in love

To fall in love with you

It just rolls upon the sand

(incomprensibile) now I made the man

Can make you feel what I can find

I know it in my days

Ah, in my dreary mind

Oh, will ages roll, will ages fly

I hear your name where angel lie.

What do I know? For to come it's true

To fall in love

To fall in love

To fall in love with you

How can the doors a trust on a nail?

How can I be surprised of most everything?

Ah, in the distant road I can't be the same

I feel no love, I kill no shame

I can't watch the bay out on my an own

We've a destined man

I came (incomprensibile) it all

(I didn't) I could find

Where I could go

To fall in love

To fall in love

To fall in love with you

Bob Dylan - Like a Rolling Stone

Bob Dylan - Like a Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?

People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall'

You thought they were all kidding you

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hanging out

Now you don't talk so loud

Now you don't seem so proud

About having to be scrounging your next meal

How does it feel, how does it feel?

To be without a home

Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ahh you've gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street

And now you're gonna have to get used to it

You say you never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but now you realize

He's not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel, how does it feel?

To be on your own, with no direction home

A complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ah you never turned around to see the frowns

On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you

You never understood that it ain't no good

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat

Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat

Ain't it hard when you discovered that

He really wasn't where it's at

After he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feel, how does it feel?

To have on your own, with no direction home

Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people

They're all drinking, thinking that they've got it made

Exchanging all precious gifts

But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Go to him he calls you, you can't refuse

When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose

You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel, ah how does it feel?

To be on your own, with no direction home

Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

Songwriters: Bob Dylan

Blowing in the Wind

Peter, Paul and Mary - Blowing in the Wind

How many roads must a man walk down
Before they can call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
How many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

The answer is blowin' in the wind