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국카스텐 ~ Pulse

Guckkasten, “Pulse”

 

Hyunwoo is a fucking god. And swearing is absolutely necessary in this circumstance. He has incredible range with amazing control and such clarity. Gucckasten as a band also has a very distinguished sound that it is easy to recognize them any time you hear them. Even for people who aren’t a fan of their style, it is hard to deny the talent and thoughtfulness that is the cornerstone of their music. “Pulse” is no exception, with an emotional theme matched by the wide range in dynamics and energy in the song. I’m still pissed I had to miss them at Valley Rock.

 

 

한국어:

 

희미하게 뛰고 있는

묻어 버린 맥박들이

날 알아 볼 순 없겠지?

날 기억하진 않겠지?

 

어디에도 없는 나는

다른 이의 숨을 마셔

살아 있는 척 하겠지

눈치채진 못하겠지

 

깨끗하게 포장이 된

썩지 않는 물건처럼

난 언제나 해로웠지

난 언제나 외로웠지

 

뛰고 있는 가슴에

커져 가는 진동에

열망이 차오른다

다시 난 숨을 쉰다

 

깜박이는 불빛에

커져 가는 두 눈에

열망이 차오른다

다시 난 숨을 쉰다

 

희미하게 뛰고 있는

묻어 버린 맥박들이

밟아 본 적 없는 곳에

나의 등을 떠미네

 

오래된 날 버리려

혼자된 날 꺼내려

나의 등을 떠미네

 

어디에도 없었던

살아 있는 척했던

언제나 해로워서

너무나 외로웠던

날 알아 볼 수 있겠지?

 

뛰고 있는 가슴에

커져 가는 진동에

열망이 차오른다

다시 난 숨을 쉰다

 

깜박이는 불빛에

커져 가는 두 눈에

열망이 차오른다

다시 난 숨을 쉰다

 

벌어지는 가슴속에

세상이 파고든다

 

선명하게 뛰고 있는

묻어 버린 맥박들이

날 맞이하라고 하네

일어나라고 말하네

 

어디에도 없던 나는

향기로운 숨을 마셔

날 기억하려고 하네

다시 나는 숨을 쉬네

 

 

English:

 

It’s faintly racing,

my buried pulse

It can’t possibly know me

It doesn’t remember me

 

I don’t exist anywhere

I breathe someone else’s breath

I just pretend I’m living

I can’t sense anything

 

[I’m like a product that never spoils,

wrapped up all neatly]

I was always harmful

I was always lonely

 

In my racing heart,

when the tremors grow stronger,

my desires bubble up

I breathe again

 

In the glimmering light,

my eyes grow larger

My desires bubble up

I breathe again

 

It’s faintly racing,

my buried pulse

In a place I’ve never stepped foot in before,

my back is pushed

 

I throw away the old me

I take out my lonely self

My back is pushed

 

I didn’t exist anywhere

I was pretending to be living

I was always harmful, so

I was lonely

I recognize that

 

In my racing heart,

when the tremors grow stronger,

my desires bubble up

I breathe again

 

In the glimmering light,

my eyes grow larger

My desires bubble up

I breathe again

 

Inside my active heart,

the world is digging deep

 

It races strongly,

my buried pulse

It greets me

It tells me to get up

 

I didn’t exist anywhere (but now)

I take in a sweet breath

I want to remember myself

I breathe again

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