This song is so bad everyone eho lishensz to it bas no mom

I WISH I STAYED AT HOME IN BED WATCHING CABLE .... OR WISHED I OFFED MYSELF INSTEAD WISH I WAS NEVER BORN

OR WISH I OFFED MYSELF INSTEAD, WISH I WAS NEVER BORN!!!

Why can't I listen to this masterpiece without premium... sigh

Alternatively this is a song about a towel whos friend is being used to clean a beer spill

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[Chorus]
요즘은 괜찮아.
새로운 일 없어.
밤늦게까지 일해.
너는 어때?
항상 그래왔어.
같은 곳에서 일해.
시간이 없어.
그리고 너무 피곤해.

[Bridge]
우리 잘 지내? 괜찮아?
나도 그 질문에 대한 답을 모르겠어.
언젠가는 이해하게 될 거야.
그럼 그 질문은 더 이상 중요하지 않을 거야.

[Chorus]
우린 이럴 필요 없어.
다르게 행동할 수 있었으면 좋았을 텐데.
아마 너무 늦었을 거야.
적어도 아직은 이야기할 수 있잖아.
우린 언제든 이야기할 수 있어.
하지만 오래가진 않아.
내가 있어야 할 곳이 있어.
네가 더 이상 따라올 수 없는 어딘가.
하지만 기억해, 널 만난 걸 후회한 적은 없어.

[Post-chorus]
앞으로, 다시 만난다면.
"안녕"이라고 인사해 줄래?
앞으로, 다시 만난다면.
난 언제나 인사할 거야.

[Chorus]
우린 이럴 필요 없어.
다르게 행동할 수 있었으면 좋았을 텐데.
아마 너무 늦었을 거야.
적어도 아직은 이야기할 수 있잖아.
우린 언제든 이야기할 수 있어.
하지만 오래가진 않아.
내가 있어야 할 곳이 있어.
네가 더 이상 따라올 수 없는 어딘가.
하지만 기억해, 널 만난 걸 후회한 적은 없어.


잘 지내 (How have you been lately?) - Duet (with Elsa)

잘 지내 (How have you been lately?) - Korean

First principles:
start with what’s in front of us,
this flat, that river, your hair all crushed
against the pillow, curtains half-shut,
sun tryin’ to get in like it’s one of us.

You laugh, say,
“Don’t overthink it, babe, it’s only morning.”
Yeah but look at it, though.
Look at you in it.

Here by the wide river, flats all leaning on the bank,
cheap net curtains doing battle with the light, no thanks.
Kettle doing overtime, paint’s flaked on the sill,
you’re barefoot in my hoodie, asking if I’m real.

Ash in the tray like snow on a small-town street,
your playlist on shuffle, same four songs on repeat.
You’re rolling a cig and you’re rolling your eyes,
“Stop staring, you weirdo, go open the blinds.”

But you let me see you in the in-between glow,
mascara half-fallen, hair saying “I don’t know.”
You shrug like it’s nothing, like this is just clothes,
but this is the softest you Verdant Close knows.

And you go, “This is home, innit?
Bored out our heads but we’re still in it.”
Turn dull little minutes to something worth singin’,
turn Poundland mornings into church bells ringin’.

Youth astute, acute, I clock it when you laugh,
sharp as a thesis, still doodlin’ in the margins of the past.
You call it “nothin’, just a flat and some toast,”
but I swear there’s alchemy in Verdant Close.

Steam on the window draws halos round your face,
you’re talkin’ ‘bout the cosmos while you wipe down the plates.
You’re like, “If it’s all random, how’d we end up here?”
I say, “It’s just buses and dumb luck, my dear.”

But my chest disagrees, does a stupid little skip,
when you dance in the kitchen with a tea towel on your hip.
There’s bills on the table, there’s damp in the wall,
there’s a future in your jumper hangin’ off in the hall.

You point at the river, say, “That’s time goin’ past,
same water, new water, nothin’ ever really lasts.”
I joke, “You been watchin’ too much TikTok philosophy,”
you grin, “Yeah, and now you’re trapped in it with me.”

You say, “Call this home, even if it’s rented,
even if the skirting board’s all chipped and dented.”
We spin bus tickets into sacred texts,
make holy ground out of what comes next.

Youth astute, acute, razor-sharp small talk,
we roast each other gently on the river walk.
You’re like, “It’s dead here,” but your eyes say “close,”
and I choose to believe you in Verdant Close.

First principles:
this glass, that plant you keep forgettin’ to water,
the chipped blue mug that says “World’s Okayest Daughter.”
Your socks on the radiator, my shoes by the door,
two little histories spillin’ on the floor.

You say you’re not deep, then you’re quoting some book,
eyes on the ceiling, stirrin’ beans you never cook.
“I’m just chatting, babes,” you say, shrugging it off,
but your throwaway lines hold the stuff I pray to, soft.

We’re not sorted, not sainted, not TikTok wise,
we’re just two twitchy kids with sleep in our eyes.
But the way your shy grin cuts through my ghost,
that’s the realest thing I’ve seen
on this side of the coast.

So we call this home, even when it aches,
when the river’s in silence and the broadband breaks.
When we’re skint and snappy and the dishes won’t rinse,
and everything’s heavy but your laugh still wins.

Youth astute, acute, we’re clever, we’re a mess,
you’re school-yard divine in your oversized vest.
You say, “It’s just us, babe, it’s nothin’ grandiose,”
but you turn cheap moments into meaning
here in Verdant Close.

Yeah, you turn cheap moments into meaning
here in Verdant Close.

First principles:
you, me, this room, this road, this river.
Curtains drawn, then opened,
sun arguing its way in.

You laugh, that small, sharp,
astute, acute,
cute little laugh,
and the whole place levels up
from “nothing much”

to home.

verdant close

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