U2
Bullet The Blue Sky
Never cared for U2. their angst to musicality ratio is just way too far out of my blue zone. They are simply too preachy for my taste and their endless mournful dirge of a musical signature just bores me, with one notable exception.
Even though the bass line is a minor variation of the one from the Nuge’s Stranglehold, tasty drum work combined with Adam Clayton’s bass drives this U2 protest of US military involvement in El Salvador like a slo mo jackhammer. It’s also one of the few U2 tracks where the guitar doesn’t sound like some random recording made on a busy Saturday at Guitar Center. Unfortunately there’s nothing to recommend yet another Bono whine about man’s inhumanity to man, but hey, three out of four ain’t bad.
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In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails
Into the souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear
Running scared in the valley below
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel
And the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed
You raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose in a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
You take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America, America
Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain through a gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children
Who run
Into the arms
Of America