SkeeK
The Original, Rock n' Roll Doggie, VIP PASS
"Tonight, I want to thank you for letting us into your beautiful, beautiful country. And we wish you well for the future.
But to go forward into the future, sometimes you have to deal with the past.
I ask you, Mr Pinochet, I ask you--tell these mothers where are their children. Just one thing.
Tell them where are their children--so they can bury them, so they can say goodbye to them and so Chile can say goodbye to the past.
We do not judge you. God is your judge. Please. Give the dead back to the living.
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Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat
And still hear their hearts beat
In the wind we hear their laughter
In the rain we see their tears
Hear their heartbeat
And still their hearts beat
[Ooooooh... possibly the most passionate, gut wrenching sound over to come out of Bono's mouth]
Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
Through the walls our daughters cry
In the trees our sons stand naked
See their tears in the rainfall
Ooooooh. OhAOooooh.
El Puebla Vencera (The people will win)
[This message has been edited by SkeeK (edited 01-19-2002).]
But to go forward into the future, sometimes you have to deal with the past.
I ask you, Mr Pinochet, I ask you--tell these mothers where are their children. Just one thing.
Tell them where are their children--so they can bury them, so they can say goodbye to them and so Chile can say goodbye to the past.
We do not judge you. God is your judge. Please. Give the dead back to the living.
---
Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat
And still hear their hearts beat
In the wind we hear their laughter
In the rain we see their tears
Hear their heartbeat
And still their hearts beat
[Ooooooh... possibly the most passionate, gut wrenching sound over to come out of Bono's mouth]
Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
Through the walls our daughters cry
In the trees our sons stand naked
See their tears in the rainfall
Ooooooh. OhAOooooh.
El Puebla Vencera (The people will win)
[This message has been edited by SkeeK (edited 01-19-2002).]