Do you want to be my best friend in the whole world?

[SkeeK]

This simple 4 step program will earn you SkeeK's undying gratitude for a period of up to seven (7) years.

DISCLAIMER: To participate in this program you must be willing to think at a level at least comporable with that of an average twelve year old child. Additionally, an in depth knowledge of U2's catalogue of songs (available now on interscope records) is definately required. I will even be so nice as to leave this open to residents of Quebec, although martians need not apply.

Even though most of you have probably been eliminated by the above restrictions, conditions, and limitations, I will progress with my dispensation of information on my program regardless.

As some of you may or may not be aware, I am in the process of painting U2 songs for a school art show. You are excited by this, and think it is the coolest thing in the world! You are also filled with many great ideas pertaining to both the topic in general and the specific discussions carried out in the previously implied thread.

I'm actually getting pretty desperate about getting great ideas on what to do. My previously posted sketches of WTSHNN and RTSS are in line with the type of work I'm trying to produce. The songs I most need ideas for are:
Bad
Bullet the Blue Sky (I have a sort of idea.. but I'm starting not to like it as much so the floor is open)
Please
those previous three are the ones that I am completely determined to do.

Other very strong possibilities are:
Stay
Wake Up Dead Man
Sunday Bloody Sunday
In A Little While
Exit

As I mentioned, I am desperate.. so I really want your ideas. Of course it actually requires thought, hence the reward

So for anyone who gives me good ideas, you will be my bestest friends in the whole world. And by good, it doesn't mean I have to like them either, but they do have to fit with my theme and stuff. And for everyone who's given me ideas already (special shout out to Jeremy aka unforgettable foxfire) I have already constructed idols of you whose feet i kiss each night before I go to bed.


[This message has been edited by SkeeK (edited 10-26-2001).]

[UnforgettableLemon]

Sermon on the mount from the boot of your car

[SkeeK]

Bullet the Blue Sky:
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
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
Pelting the women and children
Who run into the arms of America


Please:
so you never knew love until you crossed the line of grace
and you never felt wanted till you had someone slap your face
so you never felt alive until you almost wasted away

you had to win
you couldn't just pass
the smartest ass
at the top of the class
your flying colours
your family tree
and all your lessons in history

please... please... please get up off your knees...
please... please... leave me out of this
please

so you never knew how long you'd stoop to make that call
and you never knew what was on the ground till they made you crawl
so you never knew that the heaven you keep you stole

your catholic blues
your convent shoes
your stick on tattoos
now they're making the news
your holy war
your northern star
your sermon on the mount
from the boot of your car

please...please... please get up off your knees
please...please... leave me out of this please

so love is hard and love is tough
but love is not what you're thinking of

september... streets capsizing... spilling over down the drain
...shards of glass splinters like rain but you could only feel your own pain...

october... talking getting nowhere... November... December...
remember...
are we just starting again...?

so love is big bigger than us
but love is not what you're thinking of
IT'S what lovers deal it's what lovers steal
you know i've found it hard to recieve
'cause you my love I could never believe


Bad:
If you twist and turn away.
If you tear yourself in two again.
If I could, yes I would
If I could, I would let it go.
Surrender, dislocate.

If I could throw this lifeless
Lifeline to the wind.
Leave this heart of clay,
See you walk, walk away,
Into the night.
And through the rain.
Into the half-light,
And through the flame.

If I could through myself,
set your spirit free.
I'd lead your heart away,
See you break, break away
Into the light.
And to the day.

To let it go,
And so to fade away.
To let it go,
And so fade away.

I'm wide awake.
I'm wide awake.
I'm not sleeping.
Oh, no, no.

If you should ask then maybe
They'd tell you what I would say.
True colors fly in blue and black,
Bruised silken skies and burning flak
Colors crash, collide in blood shot eyes.

If I could, you know I would.
If I could, I would let it go.

This desparation.
Dislocation.
Separation.
Condemnation.
Revelation.
In temptation.
Isolation.
Desolation.

Let it go,
And so to fade away.
To let it go,
And so fade away.

Oh, no
I'm wide awake.
I'm wide awake.
I'm not sleeping.
Oh, no no


Stay (Faraway, So Close)
Green light, Seven Eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don't smoke, don't even want to
Hey now, check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
Your wheels are turning but you're upside down
You say when he hits you, you don't mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Hey babe, is that what it is

Red lights, gray morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depends on who's around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip synch to the talk shows

And if you look, you look through me
And when you talk, you talk at me
And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing

If I could stay
Then the night would give you up
Stay and the day would keep its trust
Stay and the night would be enough

Faraway, so close
Up with the static and the radio
With satelite television
You can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans
London, Belfast and Berlin

And if you listen I can't call
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout, I'll only hear you

If I could stay
Then the night would give you up
Stay then the day would keep its trust
Stay with the demons you drowned
Stay with the spirit I found
Stay and the night would be enough

Three o'clock in the morning
It's quiet and there's no one around
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground

Just the bang
And the clatter
As an angel
Hits the ground


Sunday Bloody Sunday
I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long?

Tonight we can be as one, tonight
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across a dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

And the battle's just begun,
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
Trenches dug within our hearts,
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long?
Tonight we can be as one
Tonight, tonight

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your blood shot eyes

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and T.V. reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On a Sunday bloody Sunday

Sunday Bloody Sunday


Exit
You know he got the cure
You know he went astray
He used to stay awake
To drive the dreams he had away
He wanted to believe
In the hands of love

His head it felt heavy
As he cut across the land
A dog started crying
Like a broken hearted man
At the howling wind
At the howling wind

He went deeper into black
Deeper into white
He could see the stars shining
Like nails in the night
He felt the healing
Healing, healing
Healing hands of love
Like the stars shining from above

His hand in his pocket
His finger on the steel
The pistol weighed heavy
In his heart he could feel
It was beating, beating
Beating, beating oh my love
Oh my love, oh my love
Oh my love
My love

See the hands that build
Can also pull down
The hands of love


A Sort of Homecoming
And you know it's time to go
through the sleet and driving snow
across the fields of mourning to a
light that's in the distance

And you hunger for the time
time to heal, 'Desire', time
and you earth moves beneath
your own dream landscape

Oh, oh, on borderland we run
I'll be there, I'll be there
tonight, a highroad, a highroad out from here

The city walls are all come down
The dust a smoke screen all around
See faces ploughed like fields that once
Gave no resistance

And we live by the side of the road
on the side of a hill as the valleys explode
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of its own

Oh, oh, on borderland we run
And still we run, we run and don't look back
I'll be there, I'll be there
Tonight, tonight

The wind will crack in wintertime
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream . . .

Tonight we'll a bridge across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain
She will die and live again
Tonight

And your heart beats so slow
Through the rain and fallen snow
Across the fields of mourning
To a light that's in the distance
Oh don't sorrow, no don't weep
For tonight, at last
I am coming home
I am coming home

In A Little While
In a little while
Surely you'll be mine
In a little while I'll be there
In a little while this hurt will hurt no more
I'll be home love

When the night takes a deep breath
And the daylight has no end
If I crawl, if I come crawling home
Will you be there?

In a little while I won't be blown by every breeze
Friday night running to Sunday on my knees
That girl, that girl, she's mine
Well I've known her since, since she was
A little a girl with Spanish eyes
When I saw her first in a pram they pushed her by
Oh my, my how you've grown
Well it's been, it's been a little while

Slow down my beating heart
A man dreams one day to fly
A man takes a rocket ship into the skies
He lives on a star that's dying in the night
And follows in the trail the scatter of light
Turn it on, turn it on, you turn me on

Slow down my beating heart
Slowly, slowly love


Wake Up Dead Man
Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
and a fucked up world it is too
tell me, tell me the story
the one about eternity
and the way it's all gonna be
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN

Jesus, I'm waiting here boss
I know you're looking out for us
but maybe your hands aren't free
Your Father, He made the world in seven
He's in charge of Heaven
will you put in a word for me
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN

listen to your words they'll tell you what to do
listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
listen to the reed in the saxophone
listen over the hum in the radio
listen over sounds of blades in rotation
listen through the traffic and circulation
listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
listen over marching bands playing out their time
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN

Jesus, were you just around the corner?
did you think to try and warn her?
or are you working on something new?
if there's an order in all of this disorder
is it like a tape recorder?
can we rewind it just once more?
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN
WAKE UP WAKE UP DEAD MAN


[This message has been edited by SkeeK (edited 10-26-2001).]

[Se7en]

Did someone say seven???

But that's a good idea..show someone preaching to a crowd from the "boot" of his car...
I also can see a solitary person on their knees praying in the dark...

[Se7en]

For Bad...I see a hand/arm reaching from the darkness toward a some sort of light or flame.....damn maybe that's WTSHNN...take it as you will...

[RufusYoungblood]

4th of July

Can you paint the colours of The Edge's guitar?

I'd buy that

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I'll tell you a story about Johnny McGory.
Shall I being it? Well, that's all that's in it

[voxxie]

If I could throw this
Lifeless lifeline to the wind
Leave this heart of clay
See you walk, walk away

[SkeeK]

Originally posted by Se7en:
For Bad...I see a hand/arm reaching from the darkness toward a some sort of light or flame.....damn maybe that's WTSHNN...take it as you will...

That's pretty much EXACTLY what I have for streets

[Se7en]

Originally posted by SkeeK:
That's pretty much EXACTLY what I have for streets

looks like i wasn't much help

[Sicy]

Hmmm

For Bullet the blue sky I see flames and mountains.. and a black sky.

[truecoloursfly]

Skeek, honey --
Ya gotta relax. Don't be desperate. I think you said these are due on Monday... hey, deadlines were always my best creative inspiration. Coffee, solitude, clarity, and three hours' sleep... (that's a good thing).
Bump it into the right brain-hemisphere, first of all -- you're thinking too hard! Start with how you feel about these songs you've picked, maybe the "shape" of how you feel about them. What's your first "hit" when someone says you're about to hear Bad -- or Stay -- or Bullet? If you had to make an icon, say, like they did on ATYCLB's graphics, for each song, what would it be? Seriously: shut up, close your eyes, what one image belongs to each song? Then get it on paper, and let it grow.

My thoughts:
Stay: a red light on one side of the page, a green light on the other, ZooTV-style cartoon TVs, cigarettes, trashy nightlife scattered randomly over the image (a montage of sorts?), perhaps silhouettes of a man and a woman in the middle with their backs to each other. Or her back to him (the singer).
ASOH: "a bomb-blast lightning waltz" Holy cow, use that! Perhaps create rhythm through repetition in your images or your marks on the page. Use any Hiroshima-related images that come to mind... Contrast silk and satin (evoking ballrooms) with mud, blood, chaos... or perhaps let the white of the page speak loudly, the figures kind of orphaned in the "bomb-blast lightning."

Hmm, gotta sleep now. More later... but think on this! Icons! Relax!

peace,
Deb D



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[christiana]

And my thoughts==> Please: Very very dark background. A distorted street, one of the house at the side of it has a room with light, others are in darkness completely. Children crouched at the side of the street are looking at that room. The rain is pouring heavily.

Challange 1: To understand my terrible English...

[shaun vox]

if i could you know i would if i could i would close this thred.
no i dont want to be your friend.

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"BONO'S PRAYER HEAVENS AIR"

Dont believe the devil i dont believe his book.

[shaun vox]

but here it is anyway.
for UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD.
YOU SEE THE DEVIL WITH FLAMES AND IN THE CORNER THERE IS A LIGHT.

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"BONO'S PRAYER HEAVENS AIR"

Dont believe the devil i dont believe his book.

[SkeeK]

I love you all!!

[mug222]

For BTBS: Perhaps you could draw the sky in mid-shatter, pieces of blue spiraling downwards and a hint of dark red glow behind them.

Bad: I'm not sure if this perspective can be easily pulled off, but I imagine a drawing as through a series of flames, one into the other getting smaller and brighter red as they fade into the distance.


Stay: The outline of a clock, but in the place of the numbers is the traffic light, slowly forming. In other words, in the 1 place would be the very top of the light, in the 2 place would be a bit more, 3 a bit more, and by the time it goes around to 12 it is complete.

A Sort of Homecoming: Well, it's only a "sort" of homecoming. I imagine a mess of highways extending from one side of the page to the other, overlapping and crossing and jumbling. That's it, nothing else visible on the page. A bit too conceptual/pretentious, perhaps.

I dunno, these are some of the images that cross my mind when I'm listening to these songs.

[SkeeK]

My final list of songs is as follows:
So Cruel
Streets
Running To Stand Still
Mothers of The Disappeared
Bad
Bullet The Blue Sky
Stay (Faraway, So Close)
Please


I have ideas I'm happy with for all of them except Please.

[wannabe]

Mothers of the Disappeared:
I think it may be the sound in the beginning of the song (a train on tracks??) that makes me think of mothers bring separated from their children via train(s) to a concentration camp. That thought always comes to mind when I listen to that song. Not a good visual, but powerful to me none-the-less.

Please:
With the events of Sept.11th the lyrics
September
Streets capsizing
Spilling over
Down the drain
Shards of glass
Splinters like rain
seemed to be extemely visual.

[truecoloursfly]

Please:
I dare ya to use the Irish tri-colours. Maybe even divvy up the page: -- An image (or negative shape?) predominantly white in the middle, one subtly green on the left, and ...nuthin' subtle about orange... to complete the composition on the right. Maybe the images can themselves be something as "non-partisan" as angry body language. I see the masses of colour suggesting lots of movement over the page.

A personal aside --
Possibly my favourite portrait I EVER did, because of a happy bit of subconscious composition, is of Bono: I like to use dark paper for soft pastels, to get some real depth. The darkest one I had that day was a deep moss, and I used my portrait conte crayons, of course -- salmon, sepia, terra cotta. A week later I looked at it and realized...it's Orange and Green. Which became its unofficial title. Nine years later, it's still on my wall.

Godspeed, Skeek!

Deb D

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