spanisheyes
Forum Moderator, The Goal Is Soul
The other morning while all alone at home, and playing Achtung Baby very, very loud (which, by the way, is the only way to play U2) I was playing just 3 song before heading out to work: Zoo Station, Ultraviolet (Light My Way), and Acrobat. Before the beginning of Ultraviolet begin to reveberate through my speakers, I closed my eyes and experienced something I'd never experienced before, a visual imagery, that made this song even more powerful than it has always been for me.
At the moment I closed my eyes, I imagined myself in a dark, callous room, and all around I felt the presence of people, but they didn't speak, and yet, I felt their words, words of jealously, words of rejection, and it tore at the core of my being. At the same time gorgeous strings began to play and grow in intensity, and suddenly, a beautiful voice, like the voice of an angel begin to sing these word, which confused me at first because the words seemed foreign, but then the reality hit me that the words that were being sung were coming from somewhere deep inside of me...
"Sometimes I feel like I don't know
Sometimes I feel like checkin' out
I want to get it wrong
Can't always be strong
And love it won't be long..."
I felt ashamed, and yet defensive at the hearing of these words, and yet they haunted me, and it was at this moment that I no longer felt the strong presence of many, but only one, moving mysteriously through the others, and I knew instantly that it was the presence of a woman, a lover, a wife...and even though I couldn't see her, I felt her tears sting me, her hurt pierce me. Then suddenly, and with out warning, a bombastic symphony of instruments crashed my awful reality, and my heart started to resonate these balming words...
"Oh sugar, don't you cry
Oh child, wipe the tears from your eyes
You know I need you to be strong
And the day is as dark as the night is long
Feel like trash, you make me feel clean
I'm in the black, can't see or be seen"
Immediately upon ending, a breath of love fell on my face, as the presence of the lover grew ever closer, and why would I know it to be love, because the fear and shame I felt all at once begin to subside as her breath matched the warmth of her touch against my hand...again a voice deep inside of me whispered...
"Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(alright now)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way"
As she faced me, and still too dark to see, she took her other hand and begin to lightly run it against my face, tenderly, almost maternal in its desire to communicate to my wounded, restless spirit. She knew I knew her story, that her once hurts had long ago surrendered to love, and so again I felt this need to express myself, all the while these alluring rhythms and seductive, warm beats carried me...
"You bury your treasure
Where it can't be found
But your love is like a secret
That's been passed around
There is a silence that comes to a house
Where no one can sleep
I guess it's the price of love
I know it's not cheap"
I extended my hands in a pleading manner, the overwhelming sense that I needed the illumination she was offering, to see things more clearly, to escape the reasoning that had brought me to this dark place, a place to which I had become so accustomed to...
"(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way"
How easy it seems to sing these words, to sing of something so familiar, something in front of me...but what did I mean "that she buries her treasure, where it can't be found...were these words the mirror translucent...revealing the need for illumination beyond the visible, in the secret places that speak to me of tearing myself in two...an illumination that seers into my consciousness that to tear myself in two is to also tear my lover from our oneness...
"Oh...ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...
Baby, baby, baby...light my way"
Her touch also light my subconscious with memories of uninhibited days and nights, unended moments and lingered times when nothing could tear us apart, when I felt safe in her...even when I didn't feel safe living in me...
"I remember
When we could sleep on stones
Now we lie together
In whispers and moans
When I was all messed up
And I had opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb
Hanging over my bed"
Where do we go from here, did I really go anywhere, did I make promises without the understanding what light can consistently bring to the surface, and not just light, but ultraviolet light...in my mind I have gone a thousand places, some beautiful, some dangerously close to loosing it all...but she takes me by the hand and we tread again on this promise land, not because I need to, but simply because I need her...like today, "when I'm in the black, can't see or be seen."...
"Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
Ultraviolet...
Baby, baby, baby...
Baby, baby, baby...
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
Baby, baby, baby...light my way"
Opening my eyes...the calming sound of The Edge, Larry, and Adam's instruments lingering in my head wake me back to reality...and that angelic voice screaming for redemption is no longer at a crossroads, the bridge has been crossed, but has it been burned by the fires of love?, time will tell...and her?...she is still moving in mysterious ways in me, through me, all around me.
Chris
[This message has been edited by spanisheyes (edited 10-18-2001).]
At the moment I closed my eyes, I imagined myself in a dark, callous room, and all around I felt the presence of people, but they didn't speak, and yet, I felt their words, words of jealously, words of rejection, and it tore at the core of my being. At the same time gorgeous strings began to play and grow in intensity, and suddenly, a beautiful voice, like the voice of an angel begin to sing these word, which confused me at first because the words seemed foreign, but then the reality hit me that the words that were being sung were coming from somewhere deep inside of me...
"Sometimes I feel like I don't know
Sometimes I feel like checkin' out
I want to get it wrong
Can't always be strong
And love it won't be long..."
I felt ashamed, and yet defensive at the hearing of these words, and yet they haunted me, and it was at this moment that I no longer felt the strong presence of many, but only one, moving mysteriously through the others, and I knew instantly that it was the presence of a woman, a lover, a wife...and even though I couldn't see her, I felt her tears sting me, her hurt pierce me. Then suddenly, and with out warning, a bombastic symphony of instruments crashed my awful reality, and my heart started to resonate these balming words...
"Oh sugar, don't you cry
Oh child, wipe the tears from your eyes
You know I need you to be strong
And the day is as dark as the night is long
Feel like trash, you make me feel clean
I'm in the black, can't see or be seen"
Immediately upon ending, a breath of love fell on my face, as the presence of the lover grew ever closer, and why would I know it to be love, because the fear and shame I felt all at once begin to subside as her breath matched the warmth of her touch against my hand...again a voice deep inside of me whispered...
"Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(alright now)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way"
As she faced me, and still too dark to see, she took her other hand and begin to lightly run it against my face, tenderly, almost maternal in its desire to communicate to my wounded, restless spirit. She knew I knew her story, that her once hurts had long ago surrendered to love, and so again I felt this need to express myself, all the while these alluring rhythms and seductive, warm beats carried me...
"You bury your treasure
Where it can't be found
But your love is like a secret
That's been passed around
There is a silence that comes to a house
Where no one can sleep
I guess it's the price of love
I know it's not cheap"
I extended my hands in a pleading manner, the overwhelming sense that I needed the illumination she was offering, to see things more clearly, to escape the reasoning that had brought me to this dark place, a place to which I had become so accustomed to...
"(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way"
How easy it seems to sing these words, to sing of something so familiar, something in front of me...but what did I mean "that she buries her treasure, where it can't be found...were these words the mirror translucent...revealing the need for illumination beyond the visible, in the secret places that speak to me of tearing myself in two...an illumination that seers into my consciousness that to tear myself in two is to also tear my lover from our oneness...
"Oh...ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...
Ultraviolet...
Baby, baby, baby...light my way"
Her touch also light my subconscious with memories of uninhibited days and nights, unended moments and lingered times when nothing could tear us apart, when I felt safe in her...even when I didn't feel safe living in me...
"I remember
When we could sleep on stones
Now we lie together
In whispers and moans
When I was all messed up
And I had opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb
Hanging over my bed"
Where do we go from here, did I really go anywhere, did I make promises without the understanding what light can consistently bring to the surface, and not just light, but ultraviolet light...in my mind I have gone a thousand places, some beautiful, some dangerously close to loosing it all...but she takes me by the hand and we tread again on this promise land, not because I need to, but simply because I need her...like today, "when I'm in the black, can't see or be seen."...
"Baby, baby, baby...light my way
(oh, come on)
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
Ultraviolet...
Baby, baby, baby...
Baby, baby, baby...
Baby, baby, baby...light my way
Baby, baby, baby...light my way"
Opening my eyes...the calming sound of The Edge, Larry, and Adam's instruments lingering in my head wake me back to reality...and that angelic voice screaming for redemption is no longer at a crossroads, the bridge has been crossed, but has it been burned by the fires of love?, time will tell...and her?...she is still moving in mysterious ways in me, through me, all around me.
Chris
[This message has been edited by spanisheyes (edited 10-18-2001).]