spanisheyes
Forum Moderator, The Goal Is Soul
October
From these opening lines of desperation...
I try to sing this song
I...I try to stand up
But I can't find my feet
I try, I try to speak up
But only in you I'm complete
Bono unleashes just as passionately an album that for many fans has become the lost album in the minds of many, while in conversation highly praising the bands debut album 'Boy' while leaning onward to U2's third offering, War, that appeared to pick up the broken pieces and saved the band that almost watched themselves unravel with a spiritual album that so went against the flood of music that was being produced at that time.
To the ending lines, tongue in scarcasm's cheek maybe?...
Is that all you want from me
Is that all...
Say what you want about October, but I find the album to sound just as fresh and recklessly abandoned as when it first appeared 20 years ago. October was an album that U2 had to make, an album that possesses all the qualities that have made U2 what they are for just as long.
Say what you want about Bono's lyrics, the structure of the songs, the disconnectedness of the album from where the band had ended with 'Boy'...the greatness of October lies in its vulnerability, its desperation, its rawness, its brashness, its uniqueness, its randomness. October appears to have no direction, because it is born out of a spiritual yearning to grasp hold of this music of the soul, but still have the conviction of living one's life for God in the midst of rock's trappings. Bono appears lyrically to be everywhere, but when you rip your heart wide open to the question that breathe for an answer, you sometimes feel that way, I know at 20, I did.
'Gloria', a opening, primal scream of desperation...
Gloria...in te domine
Gloria...exultate
Gloria...Gloria
Oh Lord, loosen my lips
turned prayer...
Gloria...in te domine
Gloria...exultate
Oh Lord, if I had anything
Anything at all
I'd give it to you
I'd give it to you
'I Threw A Brick Through A Window' of disillusionment and frustration...
I was walking
I was walking into walls
I'm back again
I just keep walking
I walk into a window
To see myself
And my reflection
When I thought about it
My direction
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
to sheer, brutal honesty...
No one...no one is blinder
Than he who will not see
No one...no one is blinder
Than me
Rejoice, in the midst of uncertainty of country and oneself...
It's falling, it's falling
And outside the buildings
Are tumbling down
And inside a child on the ground
Says he'd do it again
to unwavering belief that a solitary life can make a difference...
And what am I to do
Just tell me what am I supposed to say
I can't change the world
But I can change the world in me
If I rejoice
Tomorrow, a haunting ode to loss and despair...
I'm going out
I'm going outside mother
I'm going out there
to an uplifting hope in the midst of unceasing sorrow...
Won't you be back tomorrow
Won't you be back tomorrow
Will you be back tomorrow
Open up, open up
To the lamb of God
To the love of he who made
The blind to see
He's coming back
He's coming back
I believe it
Jesus coming
A Stranger In A Strange Land, where I believe we see the essence of Bono so desperately trying to convey the very things he sees and experiences, and wanting to be understood as a very young man of the atrocities, the temptations, the joys, the ugliness, the beauty that seered at his conscious, and begin his love affair with words in order to transpire his feeling into a music that would be for him and the fan, a soul transfusion of the enemy as well as the Spirit to any ear that would listen...
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
To see what I could see
To hear
And I wish you were here
I guess I've always loved October because it is an outcast in a sense, and maybe for many of us who at times feel like outcast, we find October to be comforting, it feels good on, it lets us in, and makes us feel a part, not to mention all of what has been said wrapped around the Edge's ethereal, grudge guitar, Adam's worldly, naive bass thumping, and Larry's bashing, and crashing of flesh and bone drumming in perfect rhythm and timing.
Say what you will about October, but I'm going to let a lusty appreciation shout forth of an album that for me is worthy of standing head and shoulders with all the other great albums U2 ever produced.
Is that all? October, its always been enough, and more than that for me. Happy 20 years old October...you've never sounded or looked better.
Chris
From these opening lines of desperation...
I try to sing this song
I...I try to stand up
But I can't find my feet
I try, I try to speak up
But only in you I'm complete
Bono unleashes just as passionately an album that for many fans has become the lost album in the minds of many, while in conversation highly praising the bands debut album 'Boy' while leaning onward to U2's third offering, War, that appeared to pick up the broken pieces and saved the band that almost watched themselves unravel with a spiritual album that so went against the flood of music that was being produced at that time.
To the ending lines, tongue in scarcasm's cheek maybe?...
Is that all you want from me
Is that all...
Say what you want about October, but I find the album to sound just as fresh and recklessly abandoned as when it first appeared 20 years ago. October was an album that U2 had to make, an album that possesses all the qualities that have made U2 what they are for just as long.
Say what you want about Bono's lyrics, the structure of the songs, the disconnectedness of the album from where the band had ended with 'Boy'...the greatness of October lies in its vulnerability, its desperation, its rawness, its brashness, its uniqueness, its randomness. October appears to have no direction, because it is born out of a spiritual yearning to grasp hold of this music of the soul, but still have the conviction of living one's life for God in the midst of rock's trappings. Bono appears lyrically to be everywhere, but when you rip your heart wide open to the question that breathe for an answer, you sometimes feel that way, I know at 20, I did.
'Gloria', a opening, primal scream of desperation...
Gloria...in te domine
Gloria...exultate
Gloria...Gloria
Oh Lord, loosen my lips
turned prayer...
Gloria...in te domine
Gloria...exultate
Oh Lord, if I had anything
Anything at all
I'd give it to you
I'd give it to you
'I Threw A Brick Through A Window' of disillusionment and frustration...
I was walking
I was walking into walls
I'm back again
I just keep walking
I walk into a window
To see myself
And my reflection
When I thought about it
My direction
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
to sheer, brutal honesty...
No one...no one is blinder
Than he who will not see
No one...no one is blinder
Than me
Rejoice, in the midst of uncertainty of country and oneself...
It's falling, it's falling
And outside the buildings
Are tumbling down
And inside a child on the ground
Says he'd do it again
to unwavering belief that a solitary life can make a difference...
And what am I to do
Just tell me what am I supposed to say
I can't change the world
But I can change the world in me
If I rejoice
Tomorrow, a haunting ode to loss and despair...
I'm going out
I'm going outside mother
I'm going out there
to an uplifting hope in the midst of unceasing sorrow...
Won't you be back tomorrow
Won't you be back tomorrow
Will you be back tomorrow
Open up, open up
To the lamb of God
To the love of he who made
The blind to see
He's coming back
He's coming back
I believe it
Jesus coming
A Stranger In A Strange Land, where I believe we see the essence of Bono so desperately trying to convey the very things he sees and experiences, and wanting to be understood as a very young man of the atrocities, the temptations, the joys, the ugliness, the beauty that seered at his conscious, and begin his love affair with words in order to transpire his feeling into a music that would be for him and the fan, a soul transfusion of the enemy as well as the Spirit to any ear that would listen...
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
To see what I could see
To hear
And I wish you were here
I guess I've always loved October because it is an outcast in a sense, and maybe for many of us who at times feel like outcast, we find October to be comforting, it feels good on, it lets us in, and makes us feel a part, not to mention all of what has been said wrapped around the Edge's ethereal, grudge guitar, Adam's worldly, naive bass thumping, and Larry's bashing, and crashing of flesh and bone drumming in perfect rhythm and timing.
Say what you will about October, but I'm going to let a lusty appreciation shout forth of an album that for me is worthy of standing head and shoulders with all the other great albums U2 ever produced.
Is that all? October, its always been enough, and more than that for me. Happy 20 years old October...you've never sounded or looked better.
Chris