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Few bands offer so much through the lyrics. <insert tirade about the superficiality of both the music and the lyrics of most popular bands >. U2 creates a mood. This can especially be seen on Achtung Baby and Zooropa. There is a theme that is developed throughout the entire album, so that each piece is but one piece in the greater corpus, and yet each song, each line even can be examined on its own from myriad angles to glean meaning upon meaning from the same set of text. This, in my opinion, is the greatness of U2.

Review/Critique of: Mysterious Ways is here.

What about Zooropa? What's the overall explicit theme of the work? It's eloquently laid out for us in the title track. "Zooropa. Vorsprung durch Technik." For those who know less German than I, Vorsprung durch Technik, while not only being the slogan for a German car company (BMW, I think) means, in English, Advancement through Technology. U2 is putting on and masquerading in the garb of the bloated post-industrial consumer age that is the Western World. Zooropa is about the Apocalypse and the inevitable lack and excess of our post-modern world.

One song, Lemon, is especially Apocalyptic in its content.

Lemon is about the Apocalypse.

"These are the days when the world is torn asunder. And these are the days when we look for something other." The inevitable surge of technology in search of the future Promised Land of technologized sanitized living results in the post-modern lack.

The women who wears lemon symbolizes the future. "I feel like I'm slippin' out to her" which vaguely refers to Zoo Station "Time is a train, makes the future the past. You see her standing there with your face pressed up against the glass."

"She's imagination . . . she's your destination" Very Nostradamian imagery. References to the roads and the building of cars to run them on.

It also marks the progress of technology. "Man melts the sand to see the world outside . . ." After the Fall of Rome up to the Middle Ages most people lived in thick-walled stone or sod homes with no windows because they let out too much heat. With the rediscovery of glass men could see the world outside. They went on to expand the amount of the world visible to them by "making pictures, a moving picture through the light projected he can see the world (and himself) up close."

Banks and cathedrals (along with melted sand) are also institutions that appeared in the Middle Ages, which is the time (with the invention of the printing press, which eventual contributed to the Protestant Reformation and the rise of the scientific paradigm (postivistic empiricism)) when our Modern (and subsequently post-modern world) was spawned.

What Others Have to Say About U2

Patty Culliton

Much of the imagery that Bono has chosen for his lyrics is quite Irish. He actually explains this himself in a documentary he took part in that is known in the U.S. as "Shamrock & Roll." The lyrics he quotes as his 'most Irish' are:

"The wind will crack in wintertime. This bomb-blast lightning waltz. See the sky the burning rain. She will die and live again. Tonight, we'll build a bridge across the sea and land." (I know these are out of order, but they are how Bono quoted them in the interview.)

He has also previously cited Kavanagh's and Heaney's writing styles as having a definite influence on him.

Songs that I've sussed out a real Irishness in include "A Celebration" (if only because, in the spirit of Yeats, an Irish placename is mentioned) "Streets," "Running," "God's Country." So many more.

I mean, there is almost too much to count. Where do you draw the line? Some songs really have nothing to do with Ireland proper, but though he is a world traveled genius, Bono sees things from an Irish perspective so much of the time. That's when you can bring in things like "Bullet." The heroin problems in the north side of Dublin (like in "Wire") can count. Even "Stay" has a bit in it...you know that line "Hey now...check your change" ? Well that was the Irish Lottery advertising slogan in 1992-93. Have you ever heard Bono's song Wild Irish Rose? It's lovely and it picks up all the Irish imagery you could imagine getting into one song... I never made it through the whole book, because it was just kind of too dry for me, but there is a book by a fellow named John Waters (who just had a baby with Sinead O'Connor, btw) and he covers a lot of their Irishness in that book. It's called Race of Angels.

You know, in a certain way - even "Pride" and "MLK" are deeply rooted in the band's Irishness. Because yes the songs are about an American leader - but one of the reasons that Bono took such note of Dr. King is because of the similarities between the black civil rights movement here in the U. S. and what the Catholics have had to contend with in the north of Ireland. What Bono said he felt when observing King was that the Catholics could have used a visionary non-violent leader like him to lead their movement, but they never had one - which is why, to this day, that movement is so splintered and relatively unsuccessful. Again there, he is seeing things and writing about them from an Irish perspective.

So what do you YOU think about their Irishness? Looking forward to hearing from you... In The Name Of Love, Patty (more)

WILD IRISH ROSE lyrics by Bono (c) 1988

In a field by a river
My love and I would lie
And on my naked shoulder
She too proud to cry
She said that I must leave her
And icy tears she flows
How could I melt the heart
Of a wild Irish rose?
Well a gypsy she has made of me
A servant of the street
From bed to bed I've travelled
To tast a love as sweet
Well the heart it knows no reason
And the reason never knows
As I lie with them I'm thinkin'
Of a wild Irish rose
 . . .
Well I saw the city of angels
It brought a devil out of me
And hell's hotel on Sunset
Showed a whore no mercy
And the eye in the sky was screaming
From the roof I let her go
These are the dizzy hearts that brought me
My wild Irish rose
The red is the rose that she laid on my grave
A life is all she wanted
And a life I surely gave
Like a hundred men before me
They lay lyin' here in rows
Young men bloody
As a wild Irish rose.
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