‘Vaporized in a single tweet …’

’Suit and tie comes up to me
Face orange as a rose on a thorn bush
Skin as thin as orange crush
And he’s peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred
Two hundred ...’

U2 lors de sa participation au Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon

Une performance aussi cinglante que torride de ‘Bullet The Blue Sky’, écrite il y a trente ans et qui n’a jamais été autant d’actualité.

Ca aurait pu faire les gros titres. On dirait bien que nos diables d’Irlandais ont décidé d’adapter les paroles de Bullet the blue sky pour mieux coller a l’année 2017.

Voila ce que ça donne.

In the howlin’ wind
Comes a stingin’ rain
See it drivin’ nails
Into the souls on the tree of pain.
From the firefly
A red orange glow
See the face of fear
Runnin’ 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.
We see them burnin’ crosses
See the flames, higher and higher.

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

Suit and tie comes up to me
Face orange as a rose on a thorn bush
Skin as thin as orange crush
And he’s peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred
Two hundred

I can see those fighter planes

I can see those fighter planes

WMD in their veins

Ground shakes but the children can’t weep
Vaporized in a single tweet
The emperor rises from his golden throne
Never knowing, never BEING known
The lights are on the presidents home
Oh my god I’ve never felt so alone
Outside its America
Outside its America

In a far off palace in a far-fetched land
Another baby plays a baby grand
Fingers on the keys of a siren song
Finger on the button of oblivion
And all I can think of is my son

All I can think of is my son
He misses his ma, misses his da
And he runs
And he runs
And he runs
Into the arms of america