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"Bad" "'Bad' is just a huge promise of a song. A friend of mine, about as close as you can get, squandered his intelligence and his gifts to ****** Dublin in the late Seventies and early Eighties was a capital for smack. The Shah of Iran had been deposed, and people smuggled their money out of that country in white gold and pearls, by which I mean ****** It was cheaper than **** it was cheaper than smoking spliff, and a lot of sweet teenage kids, who just liked to smoke a little bit of ***** were offered this cheap high, something beyond their imagination... I tried to describe that with the song, 'Bad, what it was to feel that rush, to feel that elation, and then go on to the nod, awful sleep that comes with that drug..." - Bono, U2 By U2 2006 If you twist and turn away If you tear yourself in two again If I could, yes I would If I could, I would let it go Surrender, dislocate If I could throw this lifeless Lifeline to the wind Leave this heart of clay See you walk, walk away Into the night And through the rain Into the half-light And through the flame If I could, through myself Set your spirit free I'd lead your heart away See you break, break away Into the light And to the day To let it go And so to find a way To let it go And so find a way I'm wide awake I'm wide awake I'm not sleeping Oh, no, no If you should ask, then maybe They'd tell you what I would say True colours fly in blue and black Blue silken sky and burning flag Colours crash, collide in blood shot eyes If I could, you know I would If I could, I would let it go This desparation Dislocation Separation Condemnation Revelation In temptation Isolation Desolation Let it go And so to find a way To let it go And so find a way Oh, no I'm wide awake I'm wide awake I'm not sleeping Oh, no no
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
U2
"Bad" "'Bad' is just a huge promise of a song. A friend of mine, about as close as you can get, squandered his intelligence and his gifts to ****** Dublin in the late Seventies and early Eighties was a capital for smack. The Shah of Iran had been deposed, and people smuggled their money out of that country in white gold and pearls, by which I mean ****** It was cheaper than **** it was cheaper than smoking spliff, and a lot of sweet teenage kids, who just liked to smoke a little bit of ***** were offered this cheap high, something beyond their imagination... I tried to describe that with the song, 'Bad, what it was to feel that rush, to feel that elation, and then go on to the nod, awful sleep that comes with that drug..." - Bono, U2 By U2 2006 If you twist and turn away If you tear yourself in two again If I could, yes I would If I could, I would let it go Surrender, dislocate If I could throw this lifeless Lifeline to the wind Leave this heart of clay See you walk, walk away Into the night And through the rain Into the half-light And through the flame If I could, through myself Set your spirit free I'd lead your heart away See you break, break away Into the light And to the day To let it go And so to find a way To let it go And so find a way I'm wide awake I'm wide awake I'm not sleeping Oh, no, no If you should ask, then maybe They'd tell you what I would say True colours fly in blue and black Blue silken sky and burning flag Colours crash, collide in blood shot eyes If I could, you know I would If I could, I would let it go This desparation Dislocation Separation Condemnation Revelation In temptation Isolation Desolation Let it go And so to find a way To let it go And so find a way Oh, no I'm wide awake I'm wide awake I'm not sleeping Oh, no no
one of my favorites U2 songs (of many)
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
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