YES!! I actually did make out his words the first time, and assumed it was another psalm. I'd been thrilled that he did that on the NBA broadcast, but this one... oh, yeah! No amount of pressure or context makes Bono other than his Bono-self... except to make his work BIGGER.
There's been much debate about the "falling towers" illusion/allusion. It's impossible to tell if it was deliberate or not; but I'll say this, and I wish I could get this out to EVERYBODY who was understandably disturbed by it: it's hard to make out on the TV footage, but as at the concerts, those scrims were only screens for
projected text. And when the scrims fell,
the names kept scrolling over the crowd, just like "leave it behind" on the tour.
The "screen" fell, the NAMES REMAINED.
In other words (what I took from it), those spirits cannot be crumbled like so much steel and concrete. They live and shine among us, and dear God, it makes me weepy even now what a piece of performance art THAT was in the most populist of settings.
Death, be not proud... nor darkness, neither. Streets was a victory song that day. They played a three-song haiku (my preoccupation of the moment) of victory:
It's a beautiful day
may your dreams be realized
where the streets have no name
Deb D