U2SavesTheWorld
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I had no idea where to put this but it had to be put somewhere...webbie, move this if you want.
I know this is a U2 web site competitor but please, everyone read this, its amazing.
From @U2.com...
IN THE NAME OF LOVE: 9-11-01
DATELINE: New York City. Tuesday. 8:45 AM EST
FORECAST: Sunny and mild. 76 degrees. A clear and cloudless morning.
It was a beautiful day...
the street sounds like a symphony...
in the towers of steel
belief goes on and on ...
baby's got blue skies up ahead ...
in the locust wind, comes a rattle and hum ...
across the field, you see the sky ripped open ...
shards of glass, splinters like rain ...
see the face of fear, running scared in the valley below
bullet the blue sky, bullet the blue ...
see the flames, higher and higher ...
as the orange sky was screaming ...
voices on the cellphone
voices from home
voices of the hard sell
voices down a stairwell
in New York
don't think, don't worry
everything's just fine
just fine, just fine ...
In a little while
I'll be home, love ...
can't see for the smoke ...
don't whisper
don't talk
don't run if you can walk ...
don't connect
protect...
it takes a second to say goodbye
say goodbye
such a nice day,
to throw your life away ...
this bomb-blast lightning waltz
no spoken words, just a scream...
is there a time to run for cover?
September
streets capsizing
spilling over and down the drain
like a star exploding in the night
falling to the city in broad daylight ...
the dust, a smoke screen all around...
don't hope for too much
don't breathe...
I can't believe the news today.
I can't close my eyes and make it go away.
bodies strewn across a dead end street...
I see the dust cloud disappear without a trace...
the sun so bright it leaves no shadows
only scars carved into stone on the face of earth
sad eyes, crooked crosses
in God's country...
the crowd is gathered, in black and white
arms entwined, the chosen few
the newspapers say it's true
and mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart...
it was a dirty day
a dirty day.
in cracked streets, trampled underfoot
sidestep, sidewalk
I see you stare into the space...
you stumble out of a hole in the ground...
three o'clock in the morning
it's quiet and there's no one around
just the bang and the clatter...
there's an old church bell
it's no longer ringing...
the high street never looked so low...
intransigence is all around... military is still in town
they're reading names out over the radio
all the folks the rest of us won't get to know
different names you're finding hard to spell
night hangs like a prisoner
stretched over black and blue
and today the millions cry
through the rain we see their tears...
see their tears in the rainfall
we're wounded by fear, injured in doubt
don't travel by train...
don't eat ...
don't spill ...
don't fill out any forms
don't compensate...
don't cower, don't crawl...
don't take it on board...
don't fall on your sword...
and I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes.
lookin' for to save my soul
lookin' in the places where no flowers grow
lookin' for to fill that God shaped hole...
lookin' for the father of my two little girls...
I won't rest until you're found.
and this battle's just begun,
there's many lost, but tell me who has won?
Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
and a fucked up world it is too
this desparation.
dislocation.
separation.
condemnation.
I try to stand up but I can't find my feet.
don't know if I can hold on
don't know if I'm that strong
don't know if I can wait that long...
who heals the wounds,
who heals the scars?
and if God will send his angels
would everything be alright?
when you look at the world, what it is that you see?
is it getting better? or do you feel the same?
will it make it easier on you
now you got someone to blame?
then will there be no time of sorrow?
then will there be no time for shame?
is there a time for keeping your distance?
a time to turn your eyes away?
is there a time for keeping your head down?
for getting on with your day?
and though I can't say why
I know I've got to believe...
and I know it aches
how your heart, it breaks
you can only take so much ...
rejoice
though torn in two, we can be one...
because grace makes goodness
out of ugly things.
what you don't have you don't need it now
what you don't know you can feel somehow
this is the moment that we share for always (always)
turn each song into a prayer (always)
now and forever, for always.
in the stillness of the evening
when the sun has had its day
I heard your voice whispering,
come away, come away
in New York.
New York, New York.
I don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye.
I will be with you again.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF:
Michael Joseph Duffy
Michael Curtis Fiore/Rescue 5 - FDNY
Lt. John R. "Fish" Fischer/Ladder 20 - FDNY
James Andrew Giberson/Ladder 35 - FDNY
Brian Christopher Novotny
Craig William Staub
I remember you.
- KB
(All of the words in the above poem are snippets of lyrics taken from an assortment of songs entirely written by Bono and U2. They were arranged in the above order by Kevin Byrne of @U2.)
God bless you all...
I know this is a U2 web site competitor but please, everyone read this, its amazing.
From @U2.com...
IN THE NAME OF LOVE: 9-11-01
DATELINE: New York City. Tuesday. 8:45 AM EST
FORECAST: Sunny and mild. 76 degrees. A clear and cloudless morning.
It was a beautiful day...
the street sounds like a symphony...
in the towers of steel
belief goes on and on ...
baby's got blue skies up ahead ...
in the locust wind, comes a rattle and hum ...
across the field, you see the sky ripped open ...
shards of glass, splinters like rain ...
see the face of fear, running scared in the valley below
bullet the blue sky, bullet the blue ...
see the flames, higher and higher ...
as the orange sky was screaming ...
voices on the cellphone
voices from home
voices of the hard sell
voices down a stairwell
in New York
don't think, don't worry
everything's just fine
just fine, just fine ...
In a little while
I'll be home, love ...
can't see for the smoke ...
don't whisper
don't talk
don't run if you can walk ...
don't connect
protect...
it takes a second to say goodbye
say goodbye
such a nice day,
to throw your life away ...
this bomb-blast lightning waltz
no spoken words, just a scream...
is there a time to run for cover?
September
streets capsizing
spilling over and down the drain
like a star exploding in the night
falling to the city in broad daylight ...
the dust, a smoke screen all around...
don't hope for too much
don't breathe...
I can't believe the news today.
I can't close my eyes and make it go away.
bodies strewn across a dead end street...
I see the dust cloud disappear without a trace...
the sun so bright it leaves no shadows
only scars carved into stone on the face of earth
sad eyes, crooked crosses
in God's country...
the crowd is gathered, in black and white
arms entwined, the chosen few
the newspapers say it's true
and mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart...
it was a dirty day
a dirty day.
in cracked streets, trampled underfoot
sidestep, sidewalk
I see you stare into the space...
you stumble out of a hole in the ground...
three o'clock in the morning
it's quiet and there's no one around
just the bang and the clatter...
there's an old church bell
it's no longer ringing...
the high street never looked so low...
intransigence is all around... military is still in town
they're reading names out over the radio
all the folks the rest of us won't get to know
different names you're finding hard to spell
night hangs like a prisoner
stretched over black and blue
and today the millions cry
through the rain we see their tears...
see their tears in the rainfall
we're wounded by fear, injured in doubt
don't travel by train...
don't eat ...
don't spill ...
don't fill out any forms
don't compensate...
don't cower, don't crawl...
don't take it on board...
don't fall on your sword...
and I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes.
lookin' for to save my soul
lookin' in the places where no flowers grow
lookin' for to fill that God shaped hole...
lookin' for the father of my two little girls...
I won't rest until you're found.
and this battle's just begun,
there's many lost, but tell me who has won?
Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
and a fucked up world it is too
this desparation.
dislocation.
separation.
condemnation.
I try to stand up but I can't find my feet.
don't know if I can hold on
don't know if I'm that strong
don't know if I can wait that long...
who heals the wounds,
who heals the scars?
and if God will send his angels
would everything be alright?
when you look at the world, what it is that you see?
is it getting better? or do you feel the same?
will it make it easier on you
now you got someone to blame?
then will there be no time of sorrow?
then will there be no time for shame?
is there a time for keeping your distance?
a time to turn your eyes away?
is there a time for keeping your head down?
for getting on with your day?
and though I can't say why
I know I've got to believe...
and I know it aches
how your heart, it breaks
you can only take so much ...
rejoice
though torn in two, we can be one...
because grace makes goodness
out of ugly things.
what you don't have you don't need it now
what you don't know you can feel somehow
this is the moment that we share for always (always)
turn each song into a prayer (always)
now and forever, for always.
in the stillness of the evening
when the sun has had its day
I heard your voice whispering,
come away, come away
in New York.
New York, New York.
I don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye.
I will be with you again.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF:
Michael Joseph Duffy
Michael Curtis Fiore/Rescue 5 - FDNY
Lt. John R. "Fish" Fischer/Ladder 20 - FDNY
James Andrew Giberson/Ladder 35 - FDNY
Brian Christopher Novotny
Craig William Staub
I remember you.
- KB
(All of the words in the above poem are snippets of lyrics taken from an assortment of songs entirely written by Bono and U2. They were arranged in the above order by Kevin Byrne of @U2.)
God bless you all...