En rutig clowns bryderier

DRC har dyrkat U2 sen tidigt 80-tal, första konserten = 1987 i Gbg.
Bono, du är fan så bra! Hur bär du dig åt? (du vart lite sämre på senaste skivan dock).



Cool är du oxå, inte lika cool som DRC, men det är nog bara du och Paul Newman som kommer i närheten!

Här följer en magisk text av detta geni, läs + njut = ren magi och sorg.




You're dangerous 'cause you're honest
You're dangerous, you don't know what you want
Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot
For any spirit to haunt

You're an accident waiting to happen
You're a piece of glass left in a beach
Well you tell me things I know you're not supposed to
Then you leave me just out of reach

Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea
Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee

Well you stole it 'cause I needed the cash
And you killed it 'cause I wanted revenge
Well you lied to me 'cause I asked you to
Baby, can we still be friends

Oh, the deeper I spin
Oh, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin
Took a drive in the dirty rain
To a place where the wind calls your name
Under the trees the river laughing at you and me
Hallelujah, heavens white rose
The doors you open
I just can't close

Don't turn around, don't turn around again
Don't turn around, your gypsy heart
Don't turn around, don't turn around again
Don't turn around, and don't look back

Come on now love, don't you look back

Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea
Who's gonna taste your salt water kisses
Who's gonna take the place of me

Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna tame the heart of thee


Fy fan, ren och skär poesi, mitt i prick.

Lyssna själva och njut av detta mästerverk.

U2 – Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses