the next recipient of the nobel peace prize. his efforts to relief african nations debts won't go unrecognized in the near future.
I think your right, there's been a lot of talk about his work....maybe, maybe too much talk. This is not a rebels song, this is MUNDANE BLOODY MUNDANE, MUNDANE BLOODY MUNDANE......do dah daw da do da doo da doodinow, bowdditwang, ba doopidopadat........... I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes And make it go away! How long? How long must we sing this song? How long?? How long?? 'Cause tonight, we can be as one Tonight Broken bottles under children's feet Bodies strewn across the dead end street! But I won't heed the battle call It puts my back up Puts my back up against the wall! Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Bloody Sunday) All right let's go ! And the battle's just begun There's many lost, but tell me who has won? The trench is dug within our hearts And mothers, children, brothers, sisters Torn apart! Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday How long? How long must we sing this song? How long?? How looong?? 'Cause tonight, we can be as one Toniight, tonight Sunday, Bloody Sunday (tonight) (tonight)Sunday, Bloody Sunday(tonight) (let's go!) Wipe the tears from your eyes Wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away ...Sunday, Bloody Sunday... Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes ...Sunday, Bloody Sunday... Sunday, Bloody Sunday -Sunday, Bloody Sunday... Ah.. Sunday, Bloody Sunday -Sunday, Bloody Sunday... Ah.. And it's true we are immune When fact is fiction and TV reality! And today the millions cry We eat and drink while tomorrow they die! (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) The real battle yet begun(Sunday, Bloody Sunday) To claim the victory Jesus won(Sunday, Bloody Sunday) On... ...Sunday, Bloody Sonday... Sunday, Bloody Sunday...
Favourite, written and sung by the edge from what i gather, probably wrong, cant be bothered looking it up. Haunting vocals, by the edge, and melodies supplied by the rest of the gang-begs the question, why did the edge play the twang wap guitar, instead of , at the very least , writing more damn songs? oh, van deimens land. Hold me now, oh hold me now 'Til this hour has gone around And I'm gone on the rising tide For to face Van Diemen's land It's a bitter pill I swallow here To be rent from one so dear We fought for justice and not for gain But the magistrate sent me away Now kings will rule and the poor will toil And tear their hands as they tear the soil But a day will come in this dawning age When an honest man sees an honest wage Hold me now, oh hold me now 'til this hour has gone around And I'm gone on the rising tide
The previous tunes, were actually good. This one, well, paint by numbers pop-crap really. Which is a shame, it had some potential to be kick ass at some point in its evolution. Beatiful day? The heart is a bloom Shoots up through the stony ground There's no room No space to rent in this town You're out of luck And the reason that you had to care The traffic is stuck And you're not moving anywhere You thought you'd found a friend To take you out of this place Someone you could lend a hand In return for grace It's a beautiful day Sky falls, you feel like It's a beautiful day Don't let it get away You're on the road But you've got no destination You're in the mud In the maze of her imagination You love this town Even if that doesn't ring true You've been all over And it's been all over you It's a beautiful day Don't let it get away It's a beautiful day Touch me Take me to that other place Teach me I know I'm not a hopeless case See the world in green and blue See China right in front of you See the canyons broken by cloud See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out See the Bedouin fires at night See the oil fields at first light And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth After the flood all the colors came out It was a beautiful day Don't let it get away Beautiful day Touch me Take me to that other place Reach me I know I'm not a hopeless case What you don't have you don't need it now What you don't know you can feel it somehow What you don't have you don't need it now Don't need it now Was a beautiful day
Actually, this was also a great track, Angel of harlem. "Angel Of Harlem" It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me Angel Soul love...this love won't let me go So long...angel of Harlem Birdland on fifty-three The street sounds like a symphony We got John Coltrane and a love supreme Miles says she's got to be an angel Lady Day got diamond eyes She sees the truth behind the lies Angel Soul love...this love won't let me go So long...angel of Harlem Angel of Harlem She says it's heart...heart and soul... Yeah yeah...(yeah) Yeah yeah...(right now) Blue light on the avenue God knows they got to you An empty glass, the lady sings Eyes swollen like a bee sting Blinded you lost your way Through the side streets and the alleyway Like a star exploding in the night Falling to the city in broad daylight An angel in Devil's shoes Salvation in the blues You never looked like an angel Yeah yeah...angel of Harlem Angel...angel of Harlem... [Repeat and fade]