Bloody Sunday - U2

Posted by Calixar from proxy4.modusmedia.com (208.14.214.23) on Wednesday, September 12, 2001 at 5:24pm :

Just heard this song (for the first time in a few years) and the thought struck me... The last verse is no longer true. Our apathy has brought this home to us.
This is the hardest the words have ever hit me:

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?

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?
The trenches dug within our hearts,
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart.

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.

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. is 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.

Knight of the Silver Chalice

Follow Ups:

Here's my song... - Indiana Jun 6:14pm 09/12/2001

I've got one, too... - budarc 9:00pm 09/12/2001

...and you feel fine? - Brett Maverick Lambert 1:51pm 09/13/2001

That is so true... - Brett Maverick Lambert 5:58pm 09/12/2001

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: Just heard this song (for the first time in a few years) and the thought struck me... The last verse is no longer true. Our apathy has brought this home to us. : This is the hardest the words have ever hit me: : 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? : 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? : The 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. is 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.

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