Originally posted by Genaro92U2:Love it, its so haunting and ends the album on a somber note which i like.
PS All there best albums end with dark songs
Love is Blindness, Wake Up Dead Man, Mothers of the Disappeared Cedars of Lebanon
Originally posted by Andrew_C:hmmmmmmmm, still not sure on this one or white as now, i dunt think its a coincidence that they r the slowest 2 songs on album, hwich is the one about a reporter?
Originally posted by drewhiggins:Like Fez / Being Born, I've given this one a good few listens. For some odd reason, I listened to the album last night and I fell asleep at this one (every time), so I've listened a few times today only.
First thoughts first: I got clear impressions of 40 and Wake Up Dead Man, plus Your Blue Room and Beach Sequence.
What I like about it is that it's a very conceptual song with a solider in Iraq / Afghanistan (or even past conflicts, maybe) with thoughts going through this unnamed soldier's mind, wondering just what his life has been worth to anyone (or even himself). Yet, it is another beautiful, slow, open song with Bono on top vocals, much like Fez / Being Born. Some of those sounds, are meant to represent certain sounds you hear through the night - the scratching at around 2.40, talking in the background all through the song...it's all there.
The way this ends is perfect. You couldn't do it any other way.
This is another one with lots of sounds and droning vocals in the background, and if it had to be compared to any Eno song, Inland Sea or Two Rapid Formations from Music For Films; certainly worthy of the third best song of No Line On The Horizon, with a 9 / 10.
Originally posted by aussiemofo:[..]
I'm lovin' your descriptions dude. You're making it very tempting for me.
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Originally posted by drewhiggins:
What I like about it is that it's a very conceptual song with a solider in Iraq / Afghanistan (or even past conflicts, maybe) with thoughts going through this unnamed soldier's mind, wondering just what his life has been worth to anyone (or even himself).