Chill Mike D
War Child
When I go home to visit my family, I'll play with my brothers and one of our friends when we get together to play music. We all rotate on guitars, bass, drums, etc.
Anyway, the friend does not like U2, to put it mildly. When we play, someone inevitably starts playing root-note bass lines and minimalist guitar and he makes some comment about how nice that "bullshit gravy train" must be, and then we laugh.
That said, he is well-versed in U2 and has listened to pretty much all their stuff through Zooropa since he was a fan when he was a kid.
We decided to make a fake U2 song that sounds like archetypal U2 circa 1984-1987. It's not a cover, but a parody. He wrote the nonsense lyrics, since he says that all of Bono's lyrics are meaningless bullshit strung together, and I did all the music, and also gave the vocals my best shot with my Kermit the Bono voice.
So, this is all in good fun, and if you're buzzed you might get a kick out of it. I was able to test out my new mixer by doing this.
Spy Plane (Over The Heart Of Africa)
Lyrics:
Anyway, the friend does not like U2, to put it mildly. When we play, someone inevitably starts playing root-note bass lines and minimalist guitar and he makes some comment about how nice that "bullshit gravy train" must be, and then we laugh.
That said, he is well-versed in U2 and has listened to pretty much all their stuff through Zooropa since he was a fan when he was a kid.
We decided to make a fake U2 song that sounds like archetypal U2 circa 1984-1987. It's not a cover, but a parody. He wrote the nonsense lyrics, since he says that all of Bono's lyrics are meaningless bullshit strung together, and I did all the music, and also gave the vocals my best shot with my Kermit the Bono voice.
So, this is all in good fun, and if you're buzzed you might get a kick out of it. I was able to test out my new mixer by doing this.
Spy Plane (Over The Heart Of Africa)
Lyrics:
Like a rocketing Blackbird
tearing through the skies
my lover comes to me
with all her secrets and sighs
my love is her surveillance
as she spies from above
picture me in silence
capturing love
I am the dark soul
of the shantytown poor
an African death field
empty temple floor
This is the beginning
or is this the end?
denials are plausible
the truth she can bend
Espi-o-nage!
what's your frequency?
Espi-o-nage!
what does this mean to me?!
Espi-o-nage!
This is not a drill!
Espi-o-nage!
lover's license to kill!
red dust through the heat waves
rising through the air
she delays my release
from the cold lense's stare
I flee the to the shaman
through the byzantine streets
as she follows me down
to collapse and defeat
The child runs his way home
finds a smoldering husk
As the tanks rumble past
towards the African dusk
There she awaits
her empty lover's call
confirmation or failure
she records it all
Espi-o-nage!
Decrypt and decode!
Espi-o-nage!
Empty Node to node!
Espi-o-nage!
This does not compute!
Espi-o-nage!
my love's a black jackboot!