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 on 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
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
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 on 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
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
Language: Italian
Versione italiana
Il verbo to bullet non esiste, ma visto che bullet significa pallottola, può essere liberamente tradotto con "spara al cielo blu", perdendo purtroppo la forza dell'espressione originale.
(da u2anchetu)
Il verbo to bullet non esiste, ma visto che bullet significa pallottola, può essere liberamente tradotto con "spara al cielo blu", perdendo purtroppo la forza dell'espressione originale.
(da u2anchetu)
SPARA AL CIELO BLU
Nel vento ululante arriva una pioggia pungente
Guardala piantare chiodi nelle anime sull'albero del dolore
Dalla lucciola, un bagliore rosso-arancio
Guarda il volto della paura
Correre atterrito nella valle sottostante
Spara al cielo blu
Spara al blu
Nel vento di locusta arriva un rantolo ed un bisbiglio
Giacobbe lottò contro l'angelo e l'angelo fu sopraffatto
Pianta un seme di demonio, cresci un fiore di fuoco
Guardali che bruciano croci
Guarda le fiamme, sempre più alte
Spara al cielo blu
Spara al blu
Giacca e cravatta, mi viene incontro
Il suo viso rosso
Come una rosa su di un cespuglio di spine
Come tutti i colori di una scala reale
E sta contando quelle banconote di dollari
(Sbattendole giù) cento, duecento
E posso vedere quegli aerei da guerra
E posso vedere quegli aerei da guerra
Sopra le baracche di fango mentre i bambini dormono
Attraverso i vicoli di una tranquilla strada di città
Su per le scale fino al primo piano
Giriamo la chiave e lentamente apriamo la porta
Mentre un uomo soffia forte dentro un saxofono
Attraverso i muri sentiamo gemere la città
Fuori c'è l'America
Fuori c'è l'America
Attraverso il campo vedi il cielo squarciato
Vedi la pioggia attraverso una ferita aperta
Battere sulle donne e i bambini
Che corrono
Tra le braccia
Dell'America
Nel vento ululante arriva una pioggia pungente
Guardala piantare chiodi nelle anime sull'albero del dolore
Dalla lucciola, un bagliore rosso-arancio
Guarda il volto della paura
Correre atterrito nella valle sottostante
Spara al cielo blu
Spara al blu
Nel vento di locusta arriva un rantolo ed un bisbiglio
Giacobbe lottò contro l'angelo e l'angelo fu sopraffatto
Pianta un seme di demonio, cresci un fiore di fuoco
Guardali che bruciano croci
Guarda le fiamme, sempre più alte
Spara al cielo blu
Spara al blu
Giacca e cravatta, mi viene incontro
Il suo viso rosso
Come una rosa su di un cespuglio di spine
Come tutti i colori di una scala reale
E sta contando quelle banconote di dollari
(Sbattendole giù) cento, duecento
E posso vedere quegli aerei da guerra
E posso vedere quegli aerei da guerra
Sopra le baracche di fango mentre i bambini dormono
Attraverso i vicoli di una tranquilla strada di città
Su per le scale fino al primo piano
Giriamo la chiave e lentamente apriamo la porta
Mentre un uomo soffia forte dentro un saxofono
Attraverso i muri sentiamo gemere la città
Fuori c'è l'America
Fuori c'è l'America
Attraverso il campo vedi il cielo squarciato
Vedi la pioggia attraverso una ferita aperta
Battere sulle donne e i bambini
Che corrono
Tra le braccia
Dell'America
Language: English
Rattle And Hum version
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See them driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, red orange glow
I see the face of fear running scared in the valley below
Sky
Sky
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
I see them burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher
Sky
Sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
Yeah... alright, I want you
So this guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping 'em down
One hundred
Two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the valleys and the quiet city street
We take the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America
So I'm back in my hotel room with John Coltrane and the love supreme
In the next room I hear some woman scream out that her lover's
Turning off, turning on the television.
And I can't tell the difference between ABC news, Hill Street Blues
And a preacher on the old time gospel hour
Stealing money from the sick and the old
Well the God I believe in isn't short of cash, mister
I feel a long way from the hills of San Salvador
Where the sky is ripped open
And the rain pours through a gaping wound
Pelting the women and children
Pelting the women and children
Who run... who run...
Into the arms... of America
See them driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, red orange glow
I see the face of fear running scared in the valley below
Sky
Sky
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
I see them burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher
Sky
Sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
Yeah... alright, I want you
So this guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping 'em down
One hundred
Two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the valleys and the quiet city street
We take the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America
So I'm back in my hotel room with John Coltrane and the love supreme
In the next room I hear some woman scream out that her lover's
Turning off, turning on the television.
And I can't tell the difference between ABC news, Hill Street Blues
And a preacher on the old time gospel hour
Stealing money from the sick and the old
Well the God I believe in isn't short of cash, mister
I feel a long way from the hills of San Salvador
Where the sky is ripped open
And the rain pours through a gaping wound
Pelting the women and children
Pelting the women and children
Who run... who run...
Into the arms... of America
Contributed by DonQuijote82 - 2011/4/15 - 13:16
Language: English
Elevation 2001 / U2 Live From Boston version
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
From a firefly, a red orange glow
I see the face of fear running scared in the valley below
Sky
Sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
In a locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel, the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
I see them burning crosses, see the flames higher and higher
Sky
Sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
Shoot my heart, oh uh
What a whole lot of love
This guy comes up to me saying
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
Right there in the WalMart
Slapping em right down
One hundred
Two hundred
Three... hundred...
That's all, that's all
And I can feel the cold steel
I can feel the cold steel
And I can make a wound that won't heal
I can make a wound that won't heal
38 millimeters like the police
I'm at the door where John and Yoko live in love and peace
In love and peace
In love and peace
Feel like an old shoe
A rerelease
Soon to be deceased
Pull the trigger, the rock and roll nigger
He's bigger than Jesus on a bumper sticker
Pull the trigger on the rock and roll nigger
Bigger than Jesus on a bumper sticker
My pulse is pacing
My eyes are chasing
For an autograph, I've been waiting
Beatle baiting
There's no escaping
History is taping
Hey John...
War is over we don't need your help
America's making war on itself
War is over we don't need your help
America's making war on itself
Six hundred and seventy six thousand
Will go down in the streets of America
With a bullet in the next 20 years
20 years, these bitter tears
In a business of bitter tears
John...
Can you hear us calling?
More bodybags than Vietnam
What's my name?
Mark Chapman
What's my name?
Mark Chapman
Mark Chapman
Mark Chapman
Mark Chapman
Mark Chapman
And we run
Into the arms
Of America
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
From a firefly, a red orange glow
I see the face of fear running scared in the valley below
Sky
Sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
In a locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel, the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
I see them burning crosses, see the flames higher and higher
Sky
Sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
Shoot my heart, oh uh
What a whole lot of love
This guy comes up to me saying
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
Right there in the WalMart
Slapping em right down
One hundred
Two hundred
Three... hundred...
That's all, that's all
And I can feel the cold steel
I can feel the cold steel
And I can make a wound that won't heal
I can make a wound that won't heal
38 millimeters like the police
I'm at the door where John and Yoko live in love and peace
In love and peace
In love and peace
Feel like an old shoe
A rerelease
Soon to be deceased
Pull the trigger, the rock and roll nigger
He's bigger than Jesus on a bumper sticker
Pull the trigger on the rock and roll nigger
Bigger than Jesus on a bumper sticker
My pulse is pacing
My eyes are chasing
For an autograph, I've been waiting
Beatle baiting
There's no escaping
History is taping
Hey John...
War is over we don't need your help
America's making war on itself
War is over we don't need your help
America's making war on itself
Six hundred and seventy six thousand
Will go down in the streets of America
With a bullet in the next 20 years
20 years, these bitter tears
In a business of bitter tears
John...
Can you hear us calling?
More bodybags than Vietnam
What's my name?
Mark Chapman
What's my name?
Mark Chapman
Mark Chapman
Mark Chapman
Mark Chapman
Mark Chapman
And we run
Into the arms
Of America
Contributed by DonQuijote82 - 2011/4/15 - 13:16
Language: English
Go Home Live from Slane Castle version
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
I see the face of fear running scared in the valley below
Sky
Sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
In a locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel, the angel was overcome
Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses
See the flames, higher and higher
Sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
Well what you say, what you didn't
What you caught on the street light, before the strip
See them falling?
See them crying?
So this guy comes up to me, see
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred
I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes
You stop my feather in the top of disco
We shall, we take it to the romp why the stop
It's dropped we take it to the knock
And turn the key
Turn the key, unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls, we hear the city moan
Outside... is America
Outside... UK
Outside... France
EU, EU, EU, EU
I can see you
EU, UDA, IRA, British Army
UDA, IRA, Real IRA
UDA, Real IRA, Real IRA, Real IRA
And we run
We run into the arms
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
I see the face of fear running scared in the valley below
Sky
Sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
In a locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel, the angel was overcome
Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses
See the flames, higher and higher
Sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
Well what you say, what you didn't
What you caught on the street light, before the strip
See them falling?
See them crying?
So this guy comes up to me, see
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred
I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes
You stop my feather in the top of disco
We shall, we take it to the romp why the stop
It's dropped we take it to the knock
And turn the key
Turn the key, unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls, we hear the city moan
Outside... is America
Outside... UK
Outside... France
EU, EU, EU, EU
I can see you
EU, UDA, IRA, British Army
UDA, IRA, Real IRA
UDA, Real IRA, Real IRA, Real IRA
And we run
We run into the arms
Contributed by DonQuijote82 - 2011/4/15 - 13:17
Language: Spanish
Versione spagnola di Leandro Fanzone
da questa pagina
da questa pagina
DISPAREN AL CIELO AZUL
En el viento ululante viene punzante una lluvia:
mírenla traer clavos
a las almas, en el árbol del dolor.
Un fulgor naranja rojizo de una luciérnaga.
Miren el rostro del miedo,
corriendo asustado en el valle allá abajo.
Disparen al cielo azul,
disparen al cielo azul.
Disparen a la tristeza,
disparen a la tristeza.
En el viento de langosta viene un traqueteo y un zumbido.
Jacobo peleó con el ángel,
y el ángel fue vencido.
Al plantar una semilla demoníaca,
se hace crecer una flor de fuego.
Vean las cruces quemándose,
vean las llamas, más y más altas.
Disparen al cielo azul,
disparen al cielo azul.
Disparen a la tristeza,
disparen a la tristeza.
Viene un tipo hacia mí
su cara roja como una rosa en un arbusto de espinas,
como todos los colores de los cinco naipes ganadores,
y está pelando esos dólares,
los arroja:
cien, doscientos,
y puedo ver esos aviones de guerra,
y puedo ver esos aviones de guerra,
a través de chozas de barro donde duermen niños,
a través de callejones de una silenciosa ciudad,
vos agarrás la escalera al primer piso,
girás la llave y lentamente abrís la puerta,
como un hombre que respira dentro de un saxo,
y a través de las paredes escuchás la ciudad gemir:
afuera está Estados Unidos,
afuera está Estados Unidos,
Por el campo se ve el cielo desgarrado,
se ve la lluvia a través de una herida abierta,
golpeando a mujeres y niños
que corren
a las armas
de Estados Unidos.
En el viento ululante viene punzante una lluvia:
mírenla traer clavos
a las almas, en el árbol del dolor.
Un fulgor naranja rojizo de una luciérnaga.
Miren el rostro del miedo,
corriendo asustado en el valle allá abajo.
Disparen al cielo azul,
disparen al cielo azul.
Disparen a la tristeza,
disparen a la tristeza.
En el viento de langosta viene un traqueteo y un zumbido.
Jacobo peleó con el ángel,
y el ángel fue vencido.
Al plantar una semilla demoníaca,
se hace crecer una flor de fuego.
Vean las cruces quemándose,
vean las llamas, más y más altas.
Disparen al cielo azul,
disparen al cielo azul.
Disparen a la tristeza,
disparen a la tristeza.
Viene un tipo hacia mí
su cara roja como una rosa en un arbusto de espinas,
como todos los colores de los cinco naipes ganadores,
y está pelando esos dólares,
los arroja:
cien, doscientos,
y puedo ver esos aviones de guerra,
y puedo ver esos aviones de guerra,
a través de chozas de barro donde duermen niños,
a través de callejones de una silenciosa ciudad,
vos agarrás la escalera al primer piso,
girás la llave y lentamente abrís la puerta,
como un hombre que respira dentro de un saxo,
y a través de las paredes escuchás la ciudad gemir:
afuera está Estados Unidos,
afuera está Estados Unidos,
Por el campo se ve el cielo desgarrado,
se ve la lluvia a través de una herida abierta,
golpeando a mujeres y niños
que corren
a las armas
de Estados Unidos.
Contributed by Riccardo Venturi - 2007/4/3 - 12:28
Language: Portuguese
versione portoghese da musicas.mus.br
BALEAR O CÉU AZUL
No vento que sopra vem uma chuva picante
Vejo que chove pregos nas almas sobre a árvore da dor
Do vaga-lume, um brilho alaranjado vermelho
Vejo a face do medo correndo assustada
No vale abaixo
Balear o céu azul
Balear o céu azul
Balear o azul
Balear o azul
No vento dos gafanhotos vem um chocalho e um zumbido
Jacob lutou contra o anjo e o anjo foi derrotado
Plante uma semente do demônio,
você constrói uma flor de fogo
Veja-os queimando cruzes, veja as chamas
Ficando cada vez maiores
Balear o céu azul
Balear o céu azul
Balear o azul
Balear o azul
Este rapaz se aproxima de mim
O rosto dele vermelho como uma rosa num espinheiro
Como todas as cores de uma florescência real
E ele está descascando aquelas notas de dólar
Dando tapas nelas
Cem, duzentos
E eu posso ver aqueles aviões de guerra
E eu posso ver aqueles aviões de guerra
Pelas cabanas de barro onde as crianças dormem
Pelas vielas de uma cidade tranqüila
A escadaria leva ao primeiro andar
Vire a chave e lentamente destranque a porta
Enquanto um homem respira num saxofone
Pelas paredes nós ouvimos a cidade roncar
Lá fora é a América
Lá fora é a América
Pelos campos você vê o céu rasgado e aberto
Vê a chuva passar pela ferida aberta
Batendo nas mulheres e nas crianças
Que correm
em direção aos braços
da América
No vento que sopra vem uma chuva picante
Vejo que chove pregos nas almas sobre a árvore da dor
Do vaga-lume, um brilho alaranjado vermelho
Vejo a face do medo correndo assustada
No vale abaixo
Balear o céu azul
Balear o céu azul
Balear o azul
Balear o azul
No vento dos gafanhotos vem um chocalho e um zumbido
Jacob lutou contra o anjo e o anjo foi derrotado
Plante uma semente do demônio,
você constrói uma flor de fogo
Veja-os queimando cruzes, veja as chamas
Ficando cada vez maiores
Balear o céu azul
Balear o céu azul
Balear o azul
Balear o azul
Este rapaz se aproxima de mim
O rosto dele vermelho como uma rosa num espinheiro
Como todas as cores de uma florescência real
E ele está descascando aquelas notas de dólar
Dando tapas nelas
Cem, duzentos
E eu posso ver aqueles aviões de guerra
E eu posso ver aqueles aviões de guerra
Pelas cabanas de barro onde as crianças dormem
Pelas vielas de uma cidade tranqüila
A escadaria leva ao primeiro andar
Vire a chave e lentamente destranque a porta
Enquanto um homem respira num saxofone
Pelas paredes nós ouvimos a cidade roncar
Lá fora é a América
Lá fora é a América
Pelos campos você vê o céu rasgado e aberto
Vê a chuva passar pela ferida aberta
Batendo nas mulheres e nas crianças
Que correm
em direção aos braços
da América
Contributed by Marcia Rosati - 2007/10/30 - 10:37
Language: French
Flingue Le Ciel Bleu"
Le vent hurlant amène une pluie brûlante
Regarde-les enfoncer des clous dans les âmes, dans l'arbre de douleur
La luciole émet une lumière orange
Regarde le visage de la peur qui s'enfuit
Effrayé, dans la vallée au-dessous
Flingue le ciel bleu
Flingue le bleu
Le vent de sauterelles amène un crépitement et un soupir*
Jacob a combattu l'ange et l'ange a été vaincu
Plante la semence du démon
Tu fais pousser une fleur de feu
Regarde-les brûler des croix
Regarde les flammes qui s'élèvent de plus en plus haut
Flingue le ciel bleu
Flingue le bleu
Alors ce mec vient vers moi
Le visage écarlate comme une rose dans un buisson d'épines
Comme toutes les couleurs d'un flush royal
Et il épluche une liasse de dollar
(Il les pose en claquant sur la table)
100... 200
Et je peux voir les avions du combattant
Je peux voir les avions du combattant
Survoler les huttes de boue où dorment les enfants
A travers les vallées et les ruelles d'une ville calme
Nous prenons l'escalier jusqu'au 1er étage
Nous tournons la clé et nous ouvrons lentement la porte
Un homme souffle profondément dans un saxophone
A travers les murs nous entendons les grondements de la ville
Dehors c'est l'Amérique
Dehors c'est l'Amérique
La route est longue depuis les collines de San Salvador
Où le ciel est ouvert, et la pluie cingle une plaie béante
Jusqu'aux bras... De l'Amérique
Le vent hurlant amène une pluie brûlante
Regarde-les enfoncer des clous dans les âmes, dans l'arbre de douleur
La luciole émet une lumière orange
Regarde le visage de la peur qui s'enfuit
Effrayé, dans la vallée au-dessous
Flingue le ciel bleu
Flingue le bleu
Le vent de sauterelles amène un crépitement et un soupir*
Jacob a combattu l'ange et l'ange a été vaincu
Plante la semence du démon
Tu fais pousser une fleur de feu
Regarde-les brûler des croix
Regarde les flammes qui s'élèvent de plus en plus haut
Flingue le ciel bleu
Flingue le bleu
Alors ce mec vient vers moi
Le visage écarlate comme une rose dans un buisson d'épines
Comme toutes les couleurs d'un flush royal
Et il épluche une liasse de dollar
(Il les pose en claquant sur la table)
100... 200
Et je peux voir les avions du combattant
Je peux voir les avions du combattant
Survoler les huttes de boue où dorment les enfants
A travers les vallées et les ruelles d'une ville calme
Nous prenons l'escalier jusqu'au 1er étage
Nous tournons la clé et nous ouvrons lentement la porte
Un homme souffle profondément dans un saxophone
A travers les murs nous entendons les grondements de la ville
Dehors c'est l'Amérique
Dehors c'est l'Amérique
La route est longue depuis les collines de San Salvador
Où le ciel est ouvert, et la pluie cingle une plaie béante
Jusqu'aux bras... De l'Amérique
Contributed by DonQuijote82 - 2011/4/15 - 13:18
Nonostante tutte le riserve che ho su Bono come persona, come figura pubblica e come posizioni politiche devo dire che, almeno a giudicare da questo video, quando gli U2 decidono di essere l'unica cosa che sono sempre stati, una grande band rock, sono ancora irresistibili. Il video è tratto dal concerto di ieri a Roma per i trent'anni di "The Joshua Tree".
Lorenzo - 2017/7/16 - 22:34
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La canzone è stata ispirata dai viaggi in Salvador e Nicaragua fatti da Bono negli anni 85-86, dove constatò la drammatica situazione di nazioni messe in ginocchio dall'embargo economico imposto dagli USA e dalla guerra civile dei "Contras" finanziata sempre dagli Stati Uniti. Qui Bono scrive quindi dell'altra faccia della medaglia americana, il lato oscuro di quell'America che tanto aveva amato.
(da u2anchetu)
Probabilmente i versi "This guy comes up to me /His face red like a rose on a thorn bush / Like all the colors of a royal flush / And he's peeling off those dollar bills / Slapping them down" sono riferiti a Reagan.
Sul disco dal vivo "Rattle and Hum" la canzone è preceduta da un'introduzione in cui Jimi Hendrix che suona l'inno americano a Woodstock.
Vedi anche la Wikipedia inglese.