2014 version
"These songs were once about my life, They are now about yours."
"μ΄ λ
Έλλ€μ νλ μ μΆμ κ΄ν κ²μ΄μμ΄μ. κ·Έλ¦¬κ³ μ§κΈμ μ¬λ¬λΆ μΆμ κ΄ν μ΄μΌκΈ°λ€μ΄μ£ ."
I was born in Reading, Pennsylvania on December 13, 1989.
μ λ 1989λ
12μ 13μΌ νμ€λ² λμ λ λ© μ£Όμμ νμ΄λ¬μ΄μ.
In the world we live in, much is said about when we are born and when we die. Our birthday is celebrated every year to commemorate the very instant we came into the world. And a funeral is held to mark the day we leave it. But lately I've been wondering... what can be said of all the moments in between our birth and our death? The moments when we are reborn...
μ°λ¦¬κ° μ΄μκ°λ μ΄ μΈμμμ, λλΆλΆμ μ°λ¦¬κ° μΈμ νμ΄λκ³ μΈμ μ£½λμ§μ λν΄ μ΄μΌκΈ°ν΄μ. μ°λ¦¬κ° μ΄ μΈμμ νμ΄λ¬λ κ·Έ μκ°μ κΈ°λ
νκΈ° μν΄ μ°λ¦¬λ 맀λ
μμΌμ μΆνλ°μ£ . κ·Έλ¦¬κ³ μ°λ¦¬κ° μΈμμ λ λλ λ μ κΈ°μ΅νκΈ° μν΄ μ₯λ‘μμ΄ μ΄λ €μ. νμ§λ§ μμ¦ μ κΆκΈν΄μ Έμ... μ°λ¦¬μ νμκ³Ό μ£½μ μ¬μ΄μ μκ°λ€μ 무μμ΄λΌκ³ ν μ μμκΉμ? μ°λ¦¬κ° λ€μ νμ΄λλ κ·Έ μκ°λ€μμ...
The debate over whether people change is an interesting one for me to observe because it seems like all I ever do is change. All I ever do is learn from my mistakes so I don't make the same ones again. Then I make new ones. I know people can change because it happens to me little by little every day. Every day I wake up as someone slightly new. Isn't it wild and intriguing and beautiful to think that every day we are new?
μ¬λλ€μ΄ λ³νν μ μλκ°μ λν ν λ‘ μ μ κ² νμ ν₯λ―Έλ‘μ΄ μ£Όμ κ° λμ΄ μμ΄μ, μ κ° λ νλ κ² λ³ννλ κ²μ²λΌ 보μκ±°λ μ. μ λ μ κ° νλ μ€μλ€λ‘λΆν° λ°°μ°κ³ κ°μ μ€μλ₯Ό λ°λ³΅νμ§ μμΌλ € νμ£ . κ·Έλ¬λ©΄ λ μλ‘μ΄ μ€μλ€μ΄ μκΈ°κΈ° λ§λ ¨μ΄μμ. μ ν루ν루 μ‘°κΈμ© λ³νν΄κ°κ³ , κ·Έλ κΈ°μ μ¬λλ€μ΄ λ°λ μ μλ€λ κ²μ μμμ. λ§€μΌ μ μ‘°κΈ λ λ¬λΌμ§ μ¬λμΌλ‘ λμ λ¨μ£ . μ°λ¦¬κ° λ§€μΌ μλ‘μ΄ μ¬λμ΄ λλ€κ³ μκ°νλ©΄ λλκΈ°λ νκ³ , ν₯λ―Έλ‘μ°λ©΄μλ λ μλ¦λ΅μ§ μλμ?
For the last few years, I've woken up every day not wanting, but needing to write a new style of music. I needed to change the way I told my stories and the way they sounded. I listened to a lot of music from the decade in which I was born and I listened to my intuition that it was a good thing to follow this gut feeling. I was also writing a different storyline than I'd ever told you before.
μ΅κ·Ό λͺ λ
κ° μ λ μλ‘μ΄ μ€νμΌμ λ
Έλλ₯Ό μ°λ κ²μ λ¨μν μν¨μ λμ΄μμ νμλ‘ νλ©° μμΉ¨μ λ§μ΄ν΄μμ΄μ. μ μ κ° μ μ΄μΌκΈ°λ₯Ό μ νλ λ°©μκ³Ό μ μ΄μΌκΈ°λ€μ΄ μ΄λ»κ² λ€λ¦¬λμ§μ λ³νλ₯Ό μ€μΌλ§ νμ΄μ. μ κ° νμ΄λ ν΄κ° μλ λ
λμ μμ
μ λ§μ΄ λ€μκ³ , μ΄ μ§κ°μ λ°λ₯΄λ κ² μ’μ κ±°λΌλ μ μ§κ΄μ λ―Ώμμ΄μ. μ μλ ν λ²λ μ ν΄λ³΄μ§ λͺ»ν μλ‘μ΄ μ΄μΌκΈ°λ€μ μ°κΈ°λ νκ³ μ.
I wrote about moving to the loudest and brightest city in the world, the city i had always been overwhelmed by... until now. I think you have to know who you are and what you want in order to take on New York and all its blaring truth. I wrote about the thrill I got when I finally learned that love, to some extent, is just a game of cat and mouse. I wrote about looking back on a lost love and understanding that nothing good comes without loss and hardship and constant struggle. There is no "riding off into the sunset," like I used to imagine. We are never out of the woods, because we are always going to be fighting for something. I wrote about love that comes back to you just when you thought it was lost forever, and how some feelings never go out of style. I wrote about an important lesson I learned recently... that people can say whatever they want about me, but they can't make me lose my mind. I've learned how to shake things off.
μ μ κ° μ§κΈκΉμ§ λ μλλΉν΄μλ, μΈμμμ κ°μ₯ μλλ½κ³ λ λΉλλ λμλ‘ μ΄μ¬νλ κ²μ λν΄ μΌμ΄μ. μ λ λ΄μκ³Ό κ·Έ μλν μ§μ€λ€μ μ μνκΈ° μν΄μλ μ¬λ¬λΆ μμ μ΄ μ΄λ€ μ¬λμ΄κ³ , μ¬λ¬λΆμ΄ 무μμ μνλμ§λ₯Ό μμμΌ νλ€κ³ μκ°ν΄μ. μ μ¬λμ΄λΌλ κ² μ΄λ€ λΆλΆμμλ λ¨μ§ μ λμ‘κΈ°μ μ§λμ§ μλλ€λ κ±Έ λ§μΉ¨λ΄ κΉ¨λ¬μμ λ λκΌλ μ μ¨μ λν΄ μΌμ΄μ. μμ΄λ²λ¦° μ¬λμ λμλ³΄κ³ , μμ΄λ²λ¦Όμ΄λ μν, λμμλ κ°λ± μμ΄λ μ’μ μΌμ΄ μΌμ΄λ μ μλ€λ κ²μ μ΄ν΄ν κ²μ λν΄μλ μΌκ³ μ. μ κ° λ μμν΄μ¨ κ²μ²λΌ "ν©νΌ λλ¨Έλ‘ μ¬λΌμ Έλ²λ¦¬λ"건 μλλΌκ³ μ. μ°λ¦¬λ νμ 무μΈκ°μ λ§μ μΈμμΌ νκΈ° λλ¬Έμ μ λ μκΈ°λ₯Ό λ²μ΄λ μλ μμ΄μ. μ λ μμ μ¬λΌμ Έλ²λ¦° κ²λ§ κ°λ μ¬λμ΄ λ€μ λμμ€κ³ , μ΄λ€ κΈ°λΆλ€μ μ λ μ νμ΄ μ§λμ§ μλλ€λ κ²μ λν΄μλ μΌμ΄μ. λ μ μ κ° μ΅κ·Όμ λ°°μ΄ κ΅νμ λν΄μλ μΌλλ°... λ°λ‘ μ¬λλ€μ μ μ λν΄ μμ μ΄ μνλ μ΄λ€ λ§μ΄λ ν μ μμ§λ§, κ·Έκ² μ νλ€κ² λ§λ€ μλ μλ€λ μ¬μ€μ λ§μ΄μμ. μ λ¨μ³λ΄λ λ²μ΄ 무μμΈμ§μ λν΄μλ λ°°μ κ±°λ μ.
I've told you my stories for years now. Some have been about coming of age. Some have been about coming undone. This is a story about coming into your own, and as a result... coming alive.
μ μ¬λ¬λΆκ» λͺ λ
κ° μ μ μ΄μΌκΈ°λ₯Ό λ€λ €λλ €μμ΄μ. κ·Έμ€ λͺλͺμ μ΄λ₯Έμ΄ λμ΄κ°λ κ²μ λν μ΄μΌκΈ°μκ³ , λ λͺλͺμ 무λμ Έλ΄λ¦¬λ κ²μ λν μ΄μΌκΈ°λ€μ΄μμ£ . κ·Έλ¦¬κ³ μ΄ μ΄μΌκΈ°λ μ¬λ €λΆ μμ λ§μ μ΄μΌκΈ°κ° λκ³ , κ²°κ³Όμ μΌλ‘λ.. μ΄μ μ¨μ¬κ² λ κ±°μμ.
I hope you know that you've given me the courage to change. I hope you know that who you are is who you choose to be, and that whispers behind your back don't define you. You are the only person who gets to decide what you will be remembered for.
μ¬λ¬λΆκ»μ μ κ² λ³νν μ μλ μ©κΈ°λ₯Ό μ£Όμ
¨λ€λ κ±Έ μμμ£Όμ
¨μΌλ©΄ μ’κ² μ΄μ. μ¬λ¬λΆμ μ¬λ¬λΆμ΄ λκ³ μΆμ΄νλ λ°λ‘ κ·Έ μ¬λμ΄κ³ , μ¬λ¬λΆμ λ€μμ λ€λ €μ€λ κ·Έ μ΄λ€ λ§λ μ¬λ¬λΆμ μ μνμ§λ λͺ»νλ€λ κ±Έ μμμ£Όμ
¨μΌλ©΄ μ’κ² μ΄μ. μ¬λ¬λΆμ΄ μ΄λ ν μ¬λμΌλ‘ κΈ°μ΅λ μ§ κ²°μ ν μ μλ 건 μ¬λ¬λΆ μμ λΏμ΄λκΉμ.
From the girl who said she would never cut her hair or move to New York or find happiness in a world where she is not in love...
μ λ 머리λ₯Ό μλ₯΄κ±°λ λ΄μμΌλ‘ μ΄μ¬κ°λ μΌμ μμ κ±°λΌκ³ , λ μμ μ΄ μ¬λμ λΉ μ§μ§ μμ μ₯μμμλ ν볡μ μ°Ύμ§ μμκ±°λΌκ³ νλ μλ
μκ²μ...
Love, Taylor
μ¬λμ λ΄μ, ν
μΌλ¬κ°
taylor's version
(handwritten version)
I was born in 1989, reinvented for the first time in 2014, and a part of me was reclaimed in 2023 with the re-release of this album I love so dearly.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the magic you would sprinkle on my life for so long.
μ λ 1989λ
μ νμ΄λ¬κ³ , 2014λ
μ μ²μμΌλ‘ λ€μ νμ΄λ¬μΌλ©°, μ μ μΌλΆλΆμ μ κ° λ¬΄μ²μ΄λ μ¬λνλ μ΄ μ¨λ²μ μ¬λ°λ§€λ‘ μΈν΄ 2023λ
μ λ€μκΈ λμ°Ύμμ§κ² λμμ΄μ.
μ¬λ¬λΆκ»μ μ λ
Έλλ€μ λΏλ €μ£Όμ λ§λ²λ€μ΄ μ΄λ κ²λ μ€λν λ‘ μ§μλ κ²μ΄λΌκ³ λ κΏ μμμμ‘°μ°¨ μμν΄λ³΄μ§ λͺ»νμ΄μ.
This moment is a reflection of the woods we've wandered through and all this love between us still glowing in the darkest dark.
μ§κΈ μ΄ μκ°μ, μ ν¬κ° μ§κΈκΉμ§ ν¨κ» κ±°μ³μ¨ μ² μκ³Ό, κ°μ₯ μ΄λμ΄ μκ°μλ μ¬μ ν μ ν¬ μ¬μ΄μμ λΉλκ³ μλ μ΄ λͺ¨λ μ¬λμ λ»ν΄μ.
I present to you, with gratitude and wild wonder, my version of 1989.
κ°μ¬μ κ²½μ΄λ‘μμ λ΄μ, μ¬λ¬λΆκ» μ λ²μ μ 1989λ₯Ό λ립λλ€.
It's been waiting for you.
μ§κΈκΉμ§ λΉμ μ κΈ°λ€λ €μμ΄μ.
Taylor
ν
μΌλ¬κ°
(typed version)
When I was 24 I sat in a backstage dressing room in London, buzzing with anticipation. My backup singers and bandmates gathered around me in a scattered circle. Scissors emerged and I watched in the mirror as my locks of long curly hair fell in piles on the floor. There I was in my plaid button down shirt, grinning sheepishly as my tour mates and friends cheered on my haircut. This simple thing that everyone does. But I had a secret. For me, it was more than a change of hairstyle. When I was 24, I decided to completely reinvent myself.
24μ΄ λ, μ λ κΈ°λκ°μ λΆνΌ μ±λ‘ λ°λμ λ°±μ€ν
μ΄μ§ λλ μ€ λ£Έμ μμ μμμ΄μ. μ½λ¬μ€ κ°μλΆλ€κ³Ό λ°΄λ νμ μ μ£Όμλ₯Ό μ λͺ¨μμΌλ‘ λλ¬μμ£ . μμ λ€λ¦° κ°μμ ν¨κ» μ λ κ±°μΈ μμ μ κΈ΄ κ³±μ¬λ¨Έλ¦¬κ° λ°λ₯μΌλ‘ νλ λ λ¨μ΄μ§λ λͺ¨μ΅μ μ§μΌλ΄€μ΄μ. κ±°μΈ μμ μ λ 체ν¬λ¬΄λ¬ μ
μΈ λ₯Ό μ
κ³ , μ 짧μμ§ λ¨Έλ¦¬λ₯Ό λ³Έ μ ν¬μ΄ λ©€λ²λ€μ ννΈμ λν λ΅μΌλ‘ μ‘°μ©ν μμ΄λ³΄μμ΅λλ€. 머리λ₯Ό μλ₯Ό λλ©΄ λ€λ€ κ·Έλ¬μμμ. κ·Έλ μ§λ§ μ κ² λΉλ°μ΄ μμμ΄μ. μ κ² μμ΄μ, 그건 λ¨μν ν€μ΄μ€νμΌμ λ³νλ§μ λ»νλ κ²μ μλμκ±°λ μ. μ€λ¬Ό λ€ μ΄λ, μ λ μ μμ μ μμ ν μ¬μ°½μ‘°νκΈ°λ‘ κ²°μ¬νμ΅λλ€.
How does a person reinvent herself, you ask? In any way I could think of. Musically, geographically, aesthetically, behaviorally, motivationally ... and I did so joyfully. The curiosity I had felt the first murmurs of while making βRedβ had amplified into a pulsing heartbeat of restlessness in my ears. The risks I took when I toyed with pop sounds and sensibilities on βRedβ? I wanted to push it further. The sense of freedom I felt when traveling to big bustling cities? I wanted to live in one. The voices that had begun to shame me in new ways for dating like a normal young woman? I wanted to silence them.
μ΄λ»κ² λκ΅°κ°κ° μκΈ° μμ μ μ¬μ°½μ‘°ν μ μλμ§ κΆκΈν΄νμ€ κ² λΆλͺ
ν΄μ. μκ°ν μ μλ λͺ¨λ λΆμΌμμ μ λ μλ‘μμ‘μ΄μ, μμ
μ μΌλ‘, μ§μμ μΌλ‘, λ―Έμ μΌλ‘, λκΈ°λΆμ¬μ μΌλ‘... κ·Έλ¦¬κ³ κ·Έ κ³Όμ λ€μ λ§€μ° μ¦κ±°μ μ£ . "Red" μ¨λ²μ λ§λλ κ³Όμ μμ μ κ° λκΌλ κ·Έ 첫 μμμλ€μ, μ κ·μμμ λμ΄μ§ μλ μ¬μ₯λ°λ μλ¦¬λ‘ μ»€μ Έκ°μ΄μ. "Red" μ¨λ²μμ μ κ° ν μ¬μ΄λμ μ μ κ°μ λ€μ κ°μ§κ³ μλ‘μ΄ μλλ₯Ό νλ©° κ°μνλ μνλ€? μ κ² λ λ§μ κ²μ΄ νμνμ΄μ. ν¬κ³ λΆλΉλ λμλ€μ μ¬ννλ©° λκΌλ μμ λ‘μ΄ κΈ°λΆλ€? μ κ·Έ λμλ€ μ€ ν κ³³μ μ΄κ³ μΆμ΄μ‘μ£ . μΌλ°μ μΈ μ΄λ¦° μ¬μ±μ²λΌ λ°μ΄νΈλ₯Ό νλ μ λ₯Ό μλ‘μ΄ λ°©μμΌλ‘ λΉλνκΈ° μμν λͺ©μ리λ€? μ λ κ·Έλ€μ μ‘°μ©νκ² λ§λ€κ³ μΆμ΄μ‘μ΅λλ€.
You see β in the years preceding this, I had become the target of slut shaming β the intensity and relentlessness of which would be criticized and called out if it happened today. The jokes about my amount of boyfriends. The trivialization of my songwriting as if it were a predatory act of a boy crazy psychopath. The media co-signing of this narrative. I had to make it stop because it was starting to really hurt.
보μΈμ - μ΄ μΌμ΄ μκΈ° λͺ λ
μ μ, μ λ μ¬λΏ μ
°μ΄λ°(μ¬μ± λΉν)μ νκΉμ΄ λμμ΄μ - μμ¦μ μΌμ΄λ¬λ€λ©΄ λ§λ
ν λΉνμ λμμ΄ λμμ κ°νΉνκ³ κ°μ°¨μλ κ²μ΄μμ£ . μ κ° λ무 λ§μ λ¨μμΉκ΅¬λ₯Ό λ§λμλ€λ©° λ€λ €μ€λ λλ΄λ€. μ μ‘λΌμ΄ν
μ΄ λ§μΉ λ¨μμ λ―ΈμΉ μ¬μ΄μ½ν¨μ€μ ν¬μμμΈ κ²μ²λΌ μΌλ°νμν€λ €λ μλλ€, κ·Έλ¦¬κ³ μ΄λ¬ν μκ°μ λμ‘°νλ μΈλ‘ κ³Ό λ―Έλμ΄λ€. μκ°μ΄ μ§λ μλ‘ λμ± μνμ€κΈ° μμνκΈ°μ, μ λ κ·Έ λͺ¨λ κ²λ€μ λ©μΆ°μΌλ§ νμ΄μ.
It became clear to me that for me there was no such thing as casual dating, or even having a male friend who you platonically hang out with. If I was seen with him, it was assumed I was sleeping with him. And so I swore off hanging out with guys, dating, flirting or anything that could be weaponized against me by a culture that claimed to believe in liberating women but consistently treated me with the harsh moral codes of the Victorian Era.
μ κ² 'μΌλ°μ μΈ λ°μ΄νΈ'λΌλ κ²μ μ‘΄μ¬ν μ μμΌλ©°, λ¨μν νλΌν λν κ΄κ³μ λ¨μ μΉκ΅¬(aka.λ¨μ¬μΉ)κ³Ό λ§μλλ‘ μ΄μΈλ¦΄ μλ μλ€λ μ¬μ€μ΄ λͺ
νν΄μ Έ μμ΄μ. μ κ° κ·Έλ€κ³Ό μλ λͺ¨μ΅μ λκ΅°κ° λ³Έλ€λ©΄, μ κ·Έ μ¦μ κ·Έμ νλ£»λ°€μ λ³΄λΈ κ²μΌλ‘ μ¬κ²¨μ‘μΌλκΉμ. κ·Έλμ μ λ¨μλ€κ³Ό μ΄μΈλ¦¬κ³ , λ°μ΄νΈνκ³ , νλ¬ν
νλ κ²μ²λΌ μ κ² λ¬΄κΈ°κ° λμ΄ λμμ¬ μ μλ μΌλ€μ νμ§ μκΈ°λ‘ κ²°μ¬νμ΄μ, λ§λ‘λ μ¬μ±μ ν΄λ°©μν¨λ€κ³ νλ©΄μ λΉ
ν 리μ μλμ κ°νΉν λλμ μ£λλ₯Ό μ κ² μ§μμ μΌλ‘ λ€μ΄λ―Έλ κ²μ²λΌ λκ»΄μ‘κ±°λ μ.
Being a consummate optimist, I assumed I could fix this if I simply changed my behavior. I swore off dating and decided to focus only on myself, my music, my growth, and my female friendships. If I only hung out with my female friends, people couldnβt sensationalize or sexualize that β right? I would learn later on that people could and people would.
μμ ν λμ²μ£Όμμλ‘μ, μ λ μ κ° λ¨μν νλλ₯Ό λ°κΎΌλ€λ©΄ μ΄ λ¬Έμ κ° ν΄κ²°λ κ±°λΌκ³ μκ°νμ΄μ. μ λ λ€μλ λ°μ΄νΈλ₯Ό νμ§ μκ² λ€κ³ μ μΈνκ³ , μ μμ , μ μμ
, μ μ±μ₯, κ·Έλ¦¬κ³ μ μ¬μ± μΉκ΅¬λ€κ³Όμ κ΄κ³μλ§ μ§μ€νκΈ°λ‘ κ²°μ¬νμ£ . μ κ° μ¬μ± μΉκ΅¬λ€κ³Όλ§ μ΄μΈλ¦°λ€λ©΄, μ¬λλ€μ΄ κ·Έκ±Έ μ μ μ μΌλ‘ μκ°νκ±°λ μ±μ λμννλ € νμ§λ μμν
λκΉμ, κ·Έλ μ§ μλμ? λμ€μμΌ, μ¬λλ€μ κ·Έλ΄ μ μκ³ , κ·Έλ΄ κ±°λΌλ κ±Έ μκ² λμμ§λ§ λ§μ΄μμ.
But none of that mattered then because I had a plan and I had a demeanor as trusting as a basket of golden retriever puppies. I had the keys to my own apartment in New York and I had new melodies bursting from my imagination. I had Max Martin and Shellback who were happy to help me explore this new sonic landscape I was enamored with. I had a new friend named Jack Antonoff who had made some cool tracks in his apartment. I had the idea that the album would be called "1989," and we would reference big 80's synths and write sky high choruses. I had sublime, inexplicable faith and I ran right toward it. In high heels and a crop top.
νμ§λ§ μ κ² κ³νμ΄ μμκ³ , λ λ°κ΅¬λ κ°λν 골λ 리νΈλ¦¬λ²λ€λ§νΌμ΄λ μ¬λλ€μ μ λ―ΏμμκΈ°μ κ·Έ λͺ¨λ 건 λ¬Έμ κ° λμ§ μμμ΄μ. μ μκ² μ μμ μ λ΄μ μννΈλ‘ κ°λ μ΄μ κ° μμκ³ μ μμμΌλ‘λΆν° λΉλ‘―λ μλ‘μ΄ λ©λ‘λκ° μμμΌλκΉμ. λ λ§₯μ€ λ§ν΄κ³Ό μλ°±μ΄ μ κ° μ¬λμ λΉ μ Έ μμλ κ·Έ μλ‘μ΄ μμ
μ νꡬνλ κ²μ λμμ€ μλ μμκ³ μ. μμ μ μννΈμμ λ©μλ λ
Έλλ€μ μ곑ν΄λ΄λ, μ μν λ
ΈνλΌλ μλ‘μ΄ μΉκ΅¬λ μκ²Όμ£ . μ λ μ΄ μ¨λ²μ "1989"λΌκ³ λΆλ₯΄κΈ°λ‘ κ²°μ¬νκ³ , μ°λ¦¬λ 80λ
λ μ μ€ μμ
μ μ°Έκ³ ν΄μ μμ²λκ² λμ μ½λ¬μ€λ€μ μ곑ν μμ μ΄μμ΄μ. μ κ² ν©λΉν μ λλ‘ μ€λͺ
ν μ μλ λ―Ώμκ³Ό μμ κ°μ΄ μμκ³ , 곧μ₯ λ°μ΄λ€μμ΅λλ€. νμ΄νμ μ κ³ , ν¬λ‘νμ μ
μ μ±λ‘ λ§μ΄μ£ .
There was so much that I didnβt know then, and looking back I see what a good thing that was. This time of my life was marked by right kind of naΓ―vetΓ©, a hunger for adventure, and a sense of freedom I hadnβt tasted before. It turns out that the cocktail of naΓ―vetΓ©, hunger for adventure and freedom can lead to some nasty hangovers, metaphorically speaking. Of course everyone had something to say. But they always will. I learned lessons, paid prices, and tried to ... donβt say it ... donβt say it ... Iβm sorry, I have to say it ... shake it off.
κ·Έ λΉμμ μ λ λͺ¨λ₯΄λ κ²μ΄ μ λ§ λ§μμ§λ§, λλμ보λ μ€νλ € κ·Έλ¬κΈ°μ λ μ’μλ κ² κ°μμ. μ μΈμμμ, μ΄ μκΈ°λ μ²μ§ν¨κ³Ό μμν¨μΌλ‘, λͺ¨νμ ν₯ν κ°λ§μΌλ‘, λ μ΄μ κΉμ§λ κ²½νν΄λ³΄μ§ λͺ»νλ μμ λ‘μμΌλ‘ μ μ² λμ΄ μμκ±°λ μ. μ΄μ μμΌ, κ·Έ μμν¨κ³Ό λͺ¨νμ ν₯ν κ°λ§, λ μμ λΌλ κ·Έ μΉ΅ν
μΌμ΄ λμ°ν μμ·¨λ‘ μ΄μ΄μ§ μ μλ€λ κ±Έ μκ² λμμ§λ§μ, λ¬Όλ‘ λΉμ μ μΌλ‘μ. λ¬Όλ‘ , λͺ¨λλ€ μ κ² νκ³ μΆμ λ§μ΄ λ§μμ κ±°μμ. κ·Έλ¬λ κ·Έλ€μ μΈμ λ κ·Έλ°κ±Έμ. μ λ κ΅νμ μ»μκ³ , κ·Έ λκ°λ μΉλ€κ³ , κ·Έλ¦¬κ³ ... λ§νμ§ λ§, λ§νλ©΄ μλλλ°... μ, μ£μ‘ν΄μ, κ·Έλ₯ λ§ν κ²μ... λ€ νΈμ΄λ²λ¦¬λ €κ³ λ
Έλ ₯νμ£ .
Iβll always be so incredibly grateful for how you loved and embraced this album. You, who followed my zig zag creative choices and cheered on my risks and experiments. You, who heard the wink and humor in βBlank Spaceβ and maybe even empathized with the pain behind the satire. You, who saw the seeds of allyship and advocating for equality in βWelcome to New York.β You, who knew that maybe a girl who surrounds herself with female friends in adulthood is making up for a lack of them in childhood (not starting a tyrannical hot girl cult). You, who saw that I reinvent myself for a million reasons, and that one of them is to try my very best to entertain you. You, who have had the grace to allow me the freedom to change.
μ΄ μ¨λ²μ μ΄ν λ‘ μ¬λνκ³ μκ»΄μ£Όμ μ¬λ¬λΆκ» 무νν κ°μ¬μ μΈμ¬λ₯Ό μ ν©λλ€. μ λͺ¨λ μ°½μμ μΈ μ νλ€μ λ°λΌμμ£Όμκ³ μ κ° κ°μνλ λͺ¨λ μνλ€κ³Ό μλλ€μ μμν΄μ£Όμ λ°λ‘ μ¬λ¬λΆλ€κ»μ. "Blank Space" μμ λ΄κΈ΄ μν¬ μ리μ μ κ° μ¬μ©ν μ λ¨Έλ₯Ό μμμ±κ³ , μ΄μ©λ©΄ κ·Έ νμ μ΄λ©΄μ μ¨κ²¨μ§ μνμ 곡κ°ν΄μ£Όμ
¨μμ§λ λͺ¨λ₯΄λ μ¬λ¬λΆλ€κ»μ. "Welcome To New York"μμ νλ±μ μν΄ λͺ©μ리λ₯Ό λ΄μ£Όμκ³ , μ°¨λ³λ°λ μ±μμμλ€μ΄ ν¨κ»ν κ·Έ μ°λ§Ήμ μμμ μμμ°¨λ €μ£Όμ μ¬λ¬λΆλ€κ». μ΄λ₯Έμ΄ λμ΄ μ¬μ± μΉκ΅¬λ€λ‘ λλ¬μΈμΈ κ·Έ μλ
λ (νλμ μΌμΌν¬ ν«ν μ¬μ± μ§λ¨μ λ§λ€κΈ° μν΄μκ° μλλΌ) λ¨μ§ μ΄λ¦° μμ μΉκ΅¬κ° μμλ κ²μ 보μνκΈ° μν΄ κ·Έλ° κ²μμ μμμ£Όμ
¨μ μ¬λ¬λΆλ€κ». μλ°±λ§ κ°μ§ μ΄μ λ€λ‘, κ·Έμ€μμλ μ¬λ¬λΆλ€μ μ¦κ²κ² ν΄λ리기 μν΄ μ΅μ μ λ€νκΈ° μν΄μ, μ κ° μ μ€μ€λ‘λ₯Ό μ¬μ°½μ‘°νλ κ³Όμ μ ν¨κ»ν΄μ£Όμ μ¬λ¬λΆλ€κ». μ κ² λ³νν μ μλ μμ λ₯Ό νλ½ν΄μ£Όμ€λ§νΌ νμμλ μ¬λ¬λΆλ€κ», κ°μ¬μ μΈμ¬λ₯Ό μ ν©λλ€.
I was born in 1989, reinvented for the first time in 2014, and a part of me was reclaimed in 2023 with the re-release of this album I love so dearly. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the magic you would sprinkle on my life for so long.
μ λ 1989λ
μ νμ΄λ¬κ³ , 2014λ
μ μ²μμΌλ‘ λ€μ νμ΄λ¬μΌλ©°, μ μ μΌλΆλ μ κ° λ¬΄μ²μ΄λ μ¬λνλ μ΄ μ¨λ²μ μ¬λ°λ§€λ‘ μΈν΄ 2023λ
μ λ€μκΈ λμ°Ύμμ§κ² λμμ΄μ. μ¬λ¬λΆκ»μ μ λ
Έλλ€μ λΏλ €μ£Όμ λ§λ²λ€μ΄ μ΄λ κ²λ μ€λν λ‘ μ§μλ κ²μ΄λΌκ³ λ κΏμλ μμν΄λ³΄μ§ λͺ»νμ΅λλ€.
This moment is a reflection of the woods weβve wandered through and all this love between us still glowing in the darkest dark.
μ§κΈ μ΄ μκ°μ, μ ν¬κ° μ§κΈκΉμ§ ν¨κ» κ±°μ³μ¨ μ² μκ³Ό, κ°μ₯ μ΄λμ΄ μκ°μλ μ¬μ ν μ ν¬ μ¬μ΄μμ λΉλκ³ μλ μ΄ λͺ¨λ μ¬λμ λ»ν΄μ.
I present to you, with gratitude and wild wonder, my version of β1989.β
κ°μ¬μ κ²½μ΄λ‘μμ λ΄μ, μ¬λ¬λΆκ» μ λ²μ μ 1989λ₯Ό λ립λλ€.
Itβs been waiting for you.
μ§κΈκΉμ§ λΉμ μ κΈ°λ€λ €μμ΄μ.
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