Winter lyrics

[dan_smee]

The yellow sun,
Well it took the hand,
Of a country boy,
To a city in a far off land.

We made no mark,
No shadow at all,
On the ancient holy streets,
Where I learned to crawl.

Looking at the bruised,
The young and the used,
The sure and confused all here

Birds will land on me,
Then abandon me,
Mangle, untangle me,
Leave me on the floor

Rhymes they sprang in me,
Summer sang in me,
But summer sings in me no more.

Now I'm 25,
I'm trying to stay alive,
In a corner of the world,
With no clear enemies to fight.

It's hot as hell,
We're like butter on toast
But there's no army in this world,
That can fight a ghost.

Looking at the bruised,
The young and the used,
The sure and confused all here

Birds will land on me,
Then abandon me,
Leave me stranded,
?? on the door.

Rhymes began in me,
Summer sang in me,
But summer sings in me no more.

Ooooo-oooo-ooooooo--oooooooooOOOOOOOooooooooo

Spoken word bit is a bit muffled

At 21,
I was born a son,
And on that day I knew,
I could kill.

To protect the ones,
Who put bullets in guns,
Or anything it takes,
To take a life.

 

[stargift]

The yellow sun,
Well it took the hand,
Of a country boy,
To a city in a far off land.

We made no mark,
No shadow at all,
On the ancient holy streets,
Where I learned to crawl.

Looking at the bruised,
The young and the used,
The sure and confused all here

Birds will land on me,
Then abandon me,
Mangle, untangle me,
Leave me on the floor

Rhymes they sprang in me,
Summer sang in me,
But summer sings in me no more.

Now I'm 25,
I'm trying to stay alive,
In a corner of the world,
With no clear enemies to fight.

It's hot as hell,
We're like butter on toast
But there's no army in this world,
That can fight a ghost.

Looking at the bruised,
The young and the used,
The sure and confused all here

Birds will land on me,
Then abandon me,
Leave me stranded,
?? on the door.

Rhymes began in me,
Summer sang in me,
But summer sings in me no more.

Ooooo-oooo-ooooooo--oooooooooOOOOOOOooooooooo

Spoken word bit is a bit muffled

At 21,
I was born a son,
And on that day I knew,
I could kill.

To protect the ones,
Who put bullets in guns,
Or anything it takes,
To take a life.

i wonder if it is 'words' instead of 'birds'
that would make more sense?

 

[Jeannieco]

i wonder if it is 'words' instead of 'birds'
that would make more sense?

I think the birds are bombs or missles falling on a soldier in the Middle East somewhere.

Just my interpretation

 

[razredge]

I like the lyrics in the first two verses, quite poetic, without being sombre like MoS/White as Snow etc.

 

[razredge]

God, I love the operatic vocalisations at the end, really add something special (maybe a tribute of sorts to Pavarotti)

And I think the last verse has one mistake:

To protect the ones,
We put bullets in guns, (not who)
Or anything it takes,
To take a life.

Makes much more sense with that small change.

 

[last unicorn]

The song is growing on me, still I don't think it's great, the chorus is a little dull. Like most of the lyrics, though. I think parts of the song sound like a Christmas charol. The verses are great!

 

[xMARIN]

Words will land on me,
Then abandon me,
Mangle, untangle me,
Leave me on the floor

Words will land on me,
Then abandon me,
Leave me stranded,
?? on the door.

To protect the ones,
Who put bullets in guns,
Or anything it takes,
To take a life.
+
Until it's still

i think

 

[MooMoo!]

We're like butter on toast

Best. Line. Ever.

 

[TooFree]

The broken and the bruised.

 

[razredge]

Yeah I think it's broken and the bruised too, not looking at the bruised.
What he sings doesn't really sound like 'looking'.

 

[Swan269]

I tried some of these on a cold run....thanks for laying down the template Dan


The yellow sun,
Well it took the hand,
Of a country boy,
To a city in a far off land.

We made no mark,
No shadow at all,
On the ancient holy streets,
Where I learned to crawl.

Looking at the bruised,
The young and the used,
The sure and confused all here

Words will land on me,
Then abandon me,
Mangle, untangle me,
Leave me on the floor

Rhymes they sprang in me,
Summer sang in me,
But summer sings in me no more.

Now I'm 25,
I'm trying to stay alive,
In a corner of the world,
With no clear enemies to fight.

It's hot as hell,
We're like butter on toast
But there's no army in this world,
That can fight a ghost.

Looking at the bruised,
The young and the used,
The sure and confused all here

Words would land on me,
Then abandon me,
Leave me stranded,
?? on the door.

Rhymes began in me,
Summer sang in me,
But summer sings in me no more.

Ooooo-oooo-ooooooo--oooooooooOOOOOOOooooooooo

(ALL INCOMPLETE)
the silence in the foreground
.......
the sky stretched
the stench over everyone
listen to the tanks
the shots
...^these are some of the scats


At 21,
I was born a son,
And on that day I knew,
I could kill.

To protect the ones,
Who put bullets in guns,
Or anything it takes,
To take a life.

 

[TooFree]

The broken and the bruised.

Broken, not "looking at."

I'm 99.9 percent sure it's not "looking at."

And I think it's supposed to be "knocking at the door," even though it sounds like "knotty/naughty."

 

[razredge]

I tried some of these on a cold run....thanks for laying down the template Dan


The yellow sun,
Well it took the hand,
Of a country boy,
To a city in a far off land.

We made no mark,
No shadow at all,
On the ancient holy streets,
Where I learned to crawl.

Looking at the bruised,
The young and the used,
The sure and confused all here

Words will land on me,
Then abandon me,
Mangle, untangle me,
Leave me on the floor

Rhymes they sprang in me,
Summer sang in me,
But summer sings in me no more.

Now I'm 25,
I'm trying to stay alive,
In a corner of the world,
With no clear enemies to fight.

It's hot as hell,
We're like butter on toast
But there's no army in this world,
That can fight a ghost.

Looking at the bruised,
The young and the used,
The sure and confused all here

Words would land on me,
Then abandon me,
Leave me stranded,
?? on the door.

Rhymes began in me,
Summer sang in me,
But summer sings in me no more.

Ooooo-oooo-ooooooo--oooooooooOOOOOOOooooooooo

(ALL INCOMPLETE)
the silence in the foreground
.......
the sky stretched
the stench over everyone
listen to the tanks
the shots
...^these are some of the scats


At 21,
I was born a son,
And on that day I knew,
I could kill.

To protect the ones,
Who put bullets in guns,
Or anything it takes,
To take a life.

Err, you forgot that it's 'we put bullets in guns' not 'who' in the last verse.

And I think he speaks 'the sky stretched/ stretched over everyone'.

 

[Swan269]

^my bad

 

[astepcloser24]

I wonder if the lyrics were changed at the last minute? The latest RS article with U2 lists lyrics for "Winter" as being "summer sings in me no more / listening to the silence, the deaf and dumb roar of white noise / your voice".

 

[The_Edge89]

For the incomplete part: (03:46-onwards)

Listen to the crowds
The ??
The silence and the fallen/foreign ground
Listening to the foghorn
The sky stretched
Streched over everyone
Listening to the tanks
The shots and
The mourns from..??
Listening to our calls
Shine
Obsession??

At 21

and so on..

 

[razredge]

I wonder if the lyrics were changed at the last minute? The latest RS article with U2 lists lyrics for "Winter" as being "summer sings in me no more / listening to the silence, the deaf and dumb roar of white noise / your voice".

Err, I think you just unwittingly posted the first part of the spoken word section, that we were trying (unsuccessfully) to decipher.

 

[bakedpony]

I think on the second chorus, the lyrics are:

DENY ME on the door

 

[The_Edge89]

U2 - Winter (Brothers Version)

The yellow sun
Well it took the hand
Of a country boy
To a city in a far off land

We made no mark,
Left no shadow at all
On the ancient holy streets
Where I learned to crawl

24, not making sense
I kept the diary of my experience

The broken and the bruised
The young and the used
The sure and confused
All here

Words would find me
Creep up behind me
Break and enter through every locked door
Rhymes began in me
Summer sang in me
But summer sings in me no more

Now I'm 25
Trying to stay alive
In a corner of the world
With no clear enemies to fight

It's hot as hell
We're like butter on toast
And there's no army in this world
Who can fight a ghost

The scared and the brave
The saint and the slaves
I saw in the grave
All here

Words would land on me
Then abandon me
Mangle, untangle me
Leave me on the floor
Spring it sprang from me
Summer sang in me
Summer sings in me no more

(Home) Ooh, ooh, ooh
(Home) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh

(Home) So glad you made it home
(Home) Home in time
(Home) The day that slide
(Home) So glad you made it home
(Home) Made it in time, for daylight

And then yet another suggestion for the old middle-eight of the Linear version:

For the incomplete part: (03:46-onwards)

Listen to the crowds
The ??
The silence and the fallen/foreign ground
Listening to the fun man
The sky stretched
Streched over everyone
Listening to the tanks
The shots and
The noise from down..??
Listening to our calls
Shine
Obsession??

At 21

and so on..