어제 저녁 아홉시쯤 바부네 간식을 주러 댕겨 오는데 어디서 나는 매콤한 연기인지 누가 이 밤중에 뭘 태우는고얌?? 하고 아이들에게 어둠의 작별인사를 하고 손전등으로 장난을 하며 내려 오는데 어떤 남정네가 후다닥 뒤로 확 돌아서더니 먼산을 바라보고 있다. 난 손전등이 있기에 그 검은 물체를 비추어 보니 검은 뿔테 안경을 쓴 대학생듯한 녀석이 오토바이를 세워두고 울며 담배를 피우고 있다. 옆에는 곰인형,편지더미,사탕 바구니등이 놓여있고 이미 작은 모닥불 속에 들간 인형들은 반쯤 타고 있네그려. 얼른 그 옆을 지나쳐 오는데...이 곡이 갑자기 듣고 싶어지더라~


총각~

세상에 젤 어리석은게 싫다는 사람 좋다고 따라 댕기는 거하고 사랑하는 이들에게 정작 사랑을 베풀지 몬하는 것이라네~
지금은 힘들지라도 정말로 절실하고 사랑하는 이들은 어떡해서든  언젠가는 만나게 될꼬얌~
어둠속에서 모닥불 맹글며 추억 태우다 산불 내지말궁 집에 가서 따땃한 물에 목욕이라도 하게나~~~게다가 겁없는 나두 조금은 놀랬자낭~~~

가해와 피해 방정식의 연애질, 사랑의 상처 이런 저런 모든게 다 미래의 어려움을 슬기롭게 대처하는 힘이 될것이라넹~하지만 자기 팔자 자기가 맹그는것 아무도 탓하면 안된다넹~

떠난님 미오 하지말고 떠난다는 님 잡지도 말고 사랑하는 님 모질게 대하지 말구 사이좋게 지내면 세상의 허접 유행가와 심장의 통증은 반쯤으로 줄을꼬얌~

때는 바야흐로 첨단 테크놀로지 시대!!!
기계가 인간의 사고까진 대신해 주지 않을 터인즉 이런 생각을 하게끔 하는 노래도 좀 마이 들어줘야 되지 않겠나~



it's alright, 총각, it's life, and life onl　y....



지나가던 과객



슈라킹




PS: 초딩때 피아노 학원 원장님이 책을 좋아하던 내게 선물해 준 '제복의 처녀'란 동화책에 슬플땐 자기가 미오하는 사람이 빨개벗고 뛰어 댕기는것을 상상하라궁~써있었던게 기억나는군...딜런도 그러자녀~ 미국 대통령도 가끔은 빨개벗고 댕겨야 한다궁~~






Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm onl　y sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's onl　y people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one　
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one　 who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life onl　y.