Guilty As Sin? ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ ํ•ด์„

the tortured poets department
2024.05.05

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[Verse 1]
Drownin' in the Blue Nile
๋ธ”๋ฃจ ๋‚˜์ผ(*๋งคํ‹ฐ ํž๋ฆฌ์˜ ์ตœ์•  ๋ฐด๋“œ)์— ๋น ์ ธ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด
He sent me "Downtown Lights"
๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ "Downtown Lights"๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋‚ด์คฌ๋”๋ผ
I hadn't heard it in a while
ํ•œ๋™์•ˆ ๊ทธ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋Š” ๋“ค์€ ์ ์ด ์—†์—ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ
My boredom's bone-deep
์ง€๋ฃจํ•จ์ด ๋ผ›์†๊นŒ์ง€ ํŒŒ๊ณ ๋“ค์–ด
This cage was once just fine
์ด ์ƒˆ์žฅ๋„ ํ•œ๋•Œ๋Š” ๊ดœ์ฐฎ๊ฒŒ ๋Š๊ปด์กŒ์—ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ ๋ง์ด์•ผ
*์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ ์ƒˆ์žฅ์€ ํ™”์ž๊ฐ€ ์‚ด์•„๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ํ‰๋ฒ”ํ•œ ์‚ถ, ํ˜น์€ ํ˜„์žฌ์˜ ๊ด€๊ณ„๋ฅผ ์˜๋ฏธํ•จ
Am I allowed to cry?
๋‚˜ ํ˜น์‹œ ์šธ์–ด๋„ ๋ ๊นŒ?
I dream of crackin' locks
์ด ์ž๋ฌผ์‡ ๋ฅผ ํ’€๊ณ  ๋„๋ง์น˜๋Š” ์ƒ์ƒ์„ ํ•ด
*์ž์‹ ์„ ๊ฐ€๋‘๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ํ˜„์žฌ์˜ ๊ด€๊ณ„๋กœ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‚˜ ์ƒˆ๋กœ์šด ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์„ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ๋‹ค๋Š” ์˜๋ฏธ
Throwin' my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks
๋‚ด ์‚ถ์„ ๋Š‘๋Œ€๋“ค์ด๋‚˜ ๋ฐ”๋‹ท์† ๋ฐ”์œ„๋“ค์— ๋˜์ ธ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋ง์•ผ
Crashin' into him tonight, he's a paradox
์˜ค๋Š˜ ๋ฐค ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ๋กœ ๋น ์ ธ๋“ค์–ด, ๊ทธ ์—ญ์„ค๊ฐ™์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์—๊ฒŒ๋กœ
I'm seeing visions
๋ˆˆ์•ž์— ํ™˜์ƒ์ด ์–ด๋ฅธ๊ฑฐ๋ ค
Am I bad or mad or wise?
๋‚˜ ๋‚˜์œ ๊ฑธ๊นŒ, ๋ฏธ์นœ ๊ฑธ๊นŒ, ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ํ˜„๋ช…ํ•œ ๊ฑธ๊นŒ?

[Chorus]
What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?
๋งŒ์ผ ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋‚ด ์œ— ํ—ˆ๋ฒ…์ง€์—๋‹ค "๋‚ด ๊ฑฐ"๋ผ๊ณ  ์ผ์œผ๋ฉด ์–ด๋–กํ•ด?
*ํ…Œ์ผ๋Ÿฌ์™€ the 1975 ๋ชจ๋‘ mine์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์ œ๋ชฉ์˜ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋‹ค
*์œ— ํ—ˆ๋ฒ…์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒฐํ˜ผ์‹ ๋•Œ ๊ฐ€ํ„ฐ๋ฅผ ์ฐจ๋Š” ๋ถ€๋ถ„์œผ๋กœ, ํ–‰์šด๊ณผ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์„ ์ƒ์ง•ํ•จ 
One slip and fallin' back into the hedge maze
ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ๋ฏธ๋„๋Ÿฌ์ง€์ž ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋ฏธ๋กœ ์†์œผ๋กœ ๋น ์ ธ๋“ค๊ณค ๋ง์•„
*'Midnights'์˜ ์ˆ˜๋ก๊ณก Labyrinth์˜ 'Lost in the labyrinth of my mind' ๊ตฌ์ ˆ์ด ๋– ์˜ค๋ฅด๋Š” ๋ถ€๋ถ„
Oh, what a way to die
์ฃฝ๊ธฐ ๋”ฑ ์ข‹์€ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ด๋„ค
*ํ•ด๋‹น ๊ณก์ด ์ƒ๋Œ€์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๊ธˆ๊ธฐ๋œ ๊ฐˆ๋ง์„ ์ฃผ์ œ๋กœ ํ•œ๋‹ค๋Š” ์ ์„ ๊ณ ๋ คํ•˜์˜€์„ ๋•Œ,
์œ„ ๊ตฌ์ ˆ์€ ํ”„๋ž‘์Šค์–ด์˜ 'la petite mort'๋ฅผ ํ’์ž์ ์œผ๋กœ ์‚ฌ์šฉํ–ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์œผ๋ฉฐ ์ด๋•Œ 'la petite mort'๋Š” ์ผ๋ฐ˜์ ์œผ๋กœ ์˜ค๋ฅด๊ฐ€์ฆ˜ ํ›„์— ๋Š๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฐ์ •์„ ์˜๋ฏธํ•จ
I keep recalling things we never did
๋‚œ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ํ•œ ์ ๋„ ์—†๋Š” ์ผ๋“ค์„ ๊ณ„์† ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณค ํ•ด
Messy top-lip kiss, how I long for our trysts
ํ—ํด์–ด์ง„ ์ฑ„ ์„ž๋Š” ์œ—์ž…์ˆ ์„, ๋˜ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ๋ฐ€ํšŒ๋ฅผ ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋Š”์ง€๋„
Without ever touchin' his skin
๊ทธ์˜ ์‚ด๊ฒฐ์กฐ์ฐจ ๋งŒ์ง€์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋Š”๋ฐ
How can I be guilty as sin?
์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ฃ„๋ฅผ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๊ฒ ์–ด?

[Verse 2]
I keep these longings lockะตd
์ด๋Ÿฐ ๋‚ด ๊ฐˆ๋ง์€ ์•„๋ฌด์—๊ฒŒ๋„ ์•Œ๋ฆฌ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์–ด
In lowercase, inside a vault
์†Œ๋ฌธ์ž๋กœ, ๊ธˆ๊ณ ์— ๋„ฃ์–ด ์ˆจ๊ฒจ๋’€๊ฑฐ๋“ 
*ํ…Œ์ผ๋Ÿฌ์˜ 8,9์ง‘ folklore์™€ evermore๋Š” ๋ชจ๋‘ ์•จ๋ฒ”๋ช…์ด ์†Œ๋ฌธ์ž๋กœ ๋˜์–ด์žˆ์œผ๋ฉฐ, ํ…Œ์ผ๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ€ ์žฌ๋…น์Œ ์Œ๋ฐ˜์—์„œ ์„ ๋ณด์ด๋Š” 'from the vault' ํŠธ๋ž™์„ ๊ฐ€์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๋Š”๋‹ค. ์ด๋Š” ํ…Œ์ผ๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ€ folklore์™€ evermore ์ž‘์—… ์‹œ ์ผ์œผ๋‚˜ ๋ฐœ๋งค๋˜์ง€๋Š” ์•Š์€ ๊ธˆ๊ณ ๊ณก์ด ์žˆ์„ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ์Œ์„ ์˜๋ฏธํ•œ๋‹ค
Somะตone told me, "There's no such thing as bad thoughts
๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ๋งํ–ˆ์–ด, "๋‚˜์œ ์ƒ๊ฐ ๊ฐ™์€ ๊ฑด ์—†์–ด
Only your actions talk"
์˜ค์ง ํ–‰๋™๋งŒ์ด ๋งํ•ด์ฃผ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ"
These fatal fantasies
๋Œ์ดํ‚ฌ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ํ™˜์ƒ๋“ค์€
Giving way to labored breath, takin' all of me
๋‚ด ํ˜ธํก์ด ๊ฐ€๋น ์˜ค๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“ค์–ด, ๋‚ด ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฑธ ์•—์•„๊ฐ€๋ฉด์„œ
*labored breath๋ž€ ์„ฑ์ ์ธ ์ด์œ ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋น ์ง€๋Š” ํ˜ธํก์„ ์˜๋ฏธํ•จ
We've already done it in my head
์šฐ๋ฆฐ ๋‚ด ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์†์—์„œ ์ด๋ฏธ ๋๊นŒ์ง€ ๋‹ค ํ–ˆ์–ด
If it's make-believe
๋งŒ์ผ ์ด ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒŒ ๋‹ค ๋‚ด ์ƒ์ƒ์ผ ๋ฟ์ด๋ผ๋ฉด
Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?
์–ด์งธ์„œ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์™ ์ง€ ์ง€์ผœ์•ผ๋งŒ ํ•  ์„œ์•ฝ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋Š๊ปด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฑธ๊นŒ?
 
[Chorus]
What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?
๋งŒ์ผ ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋‚ด ์œ— ํ—ˆ๋ฒ…์ง€์—๋‹ค "๋‚ด ๊ฑฐ"๋ผ๊ณ  ์ผ์œผ๋ฉด ์–ด๋–กํ•ด?
One slip and fallin' back into the hedge maze
ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ๋ฏธ๋„๋Ÿฌ์ง€๋‹ˆ ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋ฏธ๋กœ ์†์œผ๋กœ ๋น ์ ธ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๊ณค ๋งˆ๋„ค
Oh, what a way to die
์ด๊ฑฐ ์ฐธ ์ฃฝ๊ธฐ ๋”ฑ ์ข‹์€ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ด๋‹ค
My bed sheets are ablaze
๋‚ด ์นจ๋Œ€๋Š” ๋ถˆ๊ธธ์— ํœฉ์‹ธ์—ฌ ํƒ€์˜ค๋ฅด๊ณ 
I've screamed his name
๋‚œ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ด๋ฆ„๋งŒ ์™ธ์ณ๋Œ”์ง€
Buildin' up like waves crashin' over my grave
ํŒŒ๋„(=์„ฑ์  ๋งŒ์กฑ๊ฐ)๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ€๋ ค์™€ ๋‚ด ๋ฌด๋ค ์œ„๋ฅผ ๋ถ€์„œ์ €๋ผ ๋ฎ์—ˆ์–ด
Without ever touchin' his skin
๊ทธ์˜ ์‚ด๊ฒฐ์กฐ์ฐจ ๋งŒ์ง€์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋Š”๋ฐ
How can I be guilty as sin?
์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ฃ„๋ฅผ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด?

[Bridge]
What if I roll the stone away?
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ ๋Œ์„ ์น˜์›Œ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๋ฉด ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋ ๊นŒ?
They're gonna crucify me anyway
๋ญ๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋˜๋“ ์ง€ ๊ฐ„์— ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋‚  ๋น„๋‚œํ•˜๊ฒ ์ง€
*ํ…Œ์ผ๋Ÿฌ๋Š” ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ ์ž๊ธฐ ์ž์‹ ์„ ์˜ˆ์ˆ˜์˜ ์ผํ™”์— ๋น—๋Œ€์–ด ํ‘œํ˜„ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์œผ๋ฉฐ, ๋˜ํ•œ Look What You Made Me Do ๋ฎค์ง๋น„๋””์˜ค์—์„œ๋„ ํ…Œ์ผ๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ€ crucified(์‹ญ์ž๊ฐ€์— ๋งค๋‹ฌ๋ฆฐ)๋œ ์žฅ๋ฉด์ด ๋‚˜์˜จ๋‹ค
What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?
๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚  ์–ด๋ฃจ๋งŒ์ง€๋Š” ๋ฐฉ์‹์ด ์‹ค๋กœ ์‹ ์„ฑํ•จ ๊ทธ ์ž์ฒด๋ผ๋ฉด ์–ด๋–กํ•ด?
If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me
์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ ์›ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ๊ณ ํ†ต์„ ์ฐธ์œผ๋ฉฐ ์˜ˆ์˜๋ฅผ ์ง€ํ‚ค๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋ฉด
*์ด๋•Œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์€ ํ…Œ์ผ๋Ÿฌ์˜ ์‚ถ์— ์ด๋ž˜๋ผ ์ €๋ž˜๋ผ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ตฐ์ค‘์„ ์˜๋ฏธํ•˜๋ฉฐ, But Daddy I Love Him์—์„œ ๋“ฑ์žฅํ•˜๋Š” ์ฒญ์ž์™€ ๊ฐ™์€ ๋งฅ๋ฝ
๋˜ํ•œ 'long-suffering propriety'๋Š” ์œ„์—์„œ ์–ธ๊ธ‰๋œ cage์™€ ๊ฐ™์€ ์˜๋ฏธ๋กœ ์‚ฌ์šฉ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค
They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly
๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์šด ๋ฐฉ์‹์œผ๋กœ ๋‚ด ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์†์— ๋งด๋„๋Š”์ง€๋Š” ์•Œ์ง€ ๋ชปํ• ๊ฑฐ์•ผ
I choose you and me religiously
๋‚œ ์–ด๊น€์—†์ด ๋„ˆ์™€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ํƒํ• ๊ฒŒ, ์‹ ์„ฑํ•˜๊ฒŒ

[Chorus]
What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?
๋งŒ์ผ ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋‚ด ์œ— ํ—ˆ๋ฒ…์ง€์—๋‹ค "๋‚ด ๊ฑฐ"๋ผ๊ณ  ์ผ์Œ ์–ด๋–กํ•ด?
One slip and fallin' back into the hedge maze
ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ๋ฏธ๋„๋Ÿฌ์ง€๋‹ˆ ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋ฏธ๋กœ ์†์œผ๋กœ ๋น ์ ธ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๊ณค ๋งˆ๋„ค
Oh, what a way to die
์ด๊ฑฐ ์ฃฝ๊ธฐ ๋”ฑ ์ข‹์€ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ด๋‹ค
I keep recalling things we never did
๋‚œ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ํ•œ ์ ๋„ ์—†๋Š” ์ผ๋“ค์„ ๊ณ„์†ํ•ด์„œ ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ ค
Messy top-lip kiss, how I long for our trysts
ํ—ํด์–ด์ง„ ์ฑ„ ์„ž๋Š” ์œ—์ž…์ˆ , ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ทธํ† ๋ก ๋ฐ”๋ผ์™”๋˜ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ์˜ ๋ฐ€ํšŒ
Without ever touchin' his skin
๊ทธ์˜ ์‚ด๊ฒฐ์กฐ์ฐจ ๋งŒ์ง€์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค๋ฉด
How can I be guilty as sin?
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์‹ค๋กœ ์ฃ„๋ฅผ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„๊นŒ?
 
[Outro]
He sent me "Downtown Lights"
๊ทธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋‚ด๊ฒŒ "Downtown Lights"๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ƒˆ์–ด
I hadn't heard it in a while
์ด ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋Š” ํ•œ๋™์•ˆ ๋“ค์€ ์ ์ด ์—†์—ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ
Am I allowed to cry?
๋‚˜ ์šธ์–ด๋„ ๋˜๋Š” ๊ฑธ๊นŒ?

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