Boasted Blue Overcoat (Leonard Cohen)

Language: Dutch

I'm afraid I don't have much of a comment on this one. I'm not even terribly familiar with the original version.

This counts as the third and final installment of the Rain trilogy because the original song mentions rain. More accurately, a raincoat, but let's don't quibble. I actually wanted to do "Wicked Rain," by Los Lobos, but I couldn't find lyrics and it was easier to pick a different song than it was to track them down. I'm not terribly disappointed with how it turned out, though it seems a little rough to me.

Yesterday was my first exposure to the new job. It bears an unfortunate resemblance to the old job.

-Jessi

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It's four in the morning, the end of December to me.
You write now only to see, or to improve.
New York is cold, but I love where I'm living there:
the musical "Clinton" is on the street by the evening.

I hear that you built your small house. Now, the desert deeply
keeps you living for nothing. I hope one or the other of you types up the report.

Yes, and Jane came with a lock of your hair;
they said that you gave it to her. Beyond
that is the night. You were going clearly of which plan?
Did you ever go clearly?

Ah, the last time we looked at you this way, you were more parental (which
your boasted blue overcoat was torn at the shoulder),
you'd try to ("have to") meet the mail. Each train has
Lili, and you'd come to the house without Marlene.

And you, my woman, lived your life. A treat, a flake of --
and then she returned: she was nobody, a woman.

Well, I see you within your cogs,
one thinner gypsy. The robber
increased there, I see. Well, Jane's awake.

They send regards to it,
and to what is possible. I told you, my brother, my assassin,
what can I say? Perhaps
I assumed that you miss me, or I you.
I am forgiving you, in my manner. She's glad.

If you ever pass Jane or me,
your enemy will sleep, and its woman is freer here.

Yes, and thanks for the eye problem you took from her.
I thought it was there for good, so I never tried that.

And Jane came with a lock of your hair;
they said that you indicated her
clearly that night, that you were planning to go.

Only Lucky If It Rains (Garbage)

Language: German

Unfortunately, the second song in the Rain trilogy isn't my best work, and the better parts of it are the ones where I diverged the most from the Babelfished text. While it's true that they can't all be gems, the whole lucky/happy switcheroo loses novelty fast, and I doubt this is going to inspire anybody to bump up the ends of the amusement. Maybe next time.

-Jessi

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I'm lucky: it's only mine if
it rains, only if it's difficult.
I know that you can't estimate it,
which is only lucky for me if it rains.

You know the messages are bad. I love it! If
it believes thus, well, why believe thus? Sadly,
I'm only lucky.

Your misery rains down; you're pouring
your misery down on me; you pour
your misery down; pour
your misery down on me; pour.

Believe me, I'm only lucky if it rains.
Things only go that well if I'm wrong.
To the sad, sad songs you hear,
which are only lucky if it does not rain on me.

I only smile in the darkness,
which is my only comfort. Gone into the black night,
inadvertently, I explained that to you.
I'm only lucky, if

you receive the announcement: "Rain, until I'm through,
weigh me against myself, and if you
are lucky, I'll be alone."

Your misery rains down; you're pouring (you pour your misery down).
Pour your misery down on me (you pour your misery down),
pour your misery down (you pour it down, miserably),
pour your misery down on me (you pour your misery down),
pour your misery down (you pour your misery down),
pour your misery down on me (you pour your misery down),
pour your misery down

You can hold me so long (for company):
so how are you not interested?

You are lucky it liked me; I'm only over if
my new obsessions hear the rain.
I'll ride strongly after the deepest, lowest point,
which is only lucky for me if it rains. (You poured something -- misery? -- down on me.)

I'm only lucky if it is (You poured something -- misery? -- down on me.),
I'm only lucky if it is (You poured something -- misery? -- down on me.),
I'm only lucky if it is (You poured something -- misery? -- down on me.),
I'm only lucky if it rains, rains (You poured something -- misery? -- down on me.).

Here Comes Rain (Eurythmics)

Language: Spanish

That radar picture is moderately current, or at least it was when I began to post this. Iowa City seems to have had an unusually wet, cool, and stormy summer this year. I'm sure that's bad for somebody or another (farmers?), but I like it. In fact, it's pretty much what I look for in a summer.

This song has a bad tendency to get stuck in my head, particularly when it's raining for real. There's a whole set of them, actually:

Another Song About the Rain (Cracker)
Red Rain (Peter Gabriel)
Rain (Madonna)
Driving in the Rain (John Wesley Harding)
I Can't Stand the Rain (Tina Turner)
I'm Only Happy When It Rains (Garbage)
I Wish it Would Rain (Nanci Griffith)
No Rain (Blind Melon)
Purple Rain (Prince)

Which means probably we're looking at a Rain Trilogy happening. And that's good. There hasn't been a trilogy in a while.

-Jessi

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here comes the rain again
that falls in my head again, like a memory
that lowers my head like a new emotion
that desire to walk in the open wind,
a desire to speak lovingly
I wish to plunge myself in his ocean
I am he with whom you rain

loving me as a baby
so walk with me to it
as the lovers
Speak with me,
since the lovers do.

Here comes the rain, that rain again
in my head, like a tragedy that
tears me a new emotion to separate (like "Oooooh")
that desire to breathe in the open wind
desire to kiss me lovingly
I wish to plunge in his ocean
I am he with whom you rain

char it, baby, to me
so lovingly

Here comes the rain, that falls again
in my head like a memory, that
lowers my head as a new emotion.
(it comes here again, he comes here again)
That desire to walk in the open wind,
desire to speak lovingly:
I wish to plunge myself in his ocean.
I am he with whom you rain