Every time i hear Paul Hewson, I'am, in all vicariousness, ascensioned to the countryside towns of Western Europe, reminiscent/horribly nostalgic of the wind chill, empty roads, facade towers, aesthetic cattle farms.
Reminds me of time, trading between Europe, leisure walks at dawn, promenading back to the yard, riveted in scores of U2 jewels on the perpetually desolated streets of Ghent, Milford haven, Rotterdam, Tilbury, Le Havre, Fawley, Skagen. I've perhaps lost the count of the others.
Wish i could get back to countryside Europe soon...wish i could live U2 again...
You know i love the element of surprise!
your eyes as black as coal....
And you'll see...
Where you were held by this love...
While you could stand there..
you could move on this moment, follow this feeling...
Why you keeping your love under control..
Every where you go you shout it..
you don't have to be shy about it...
Leave this heart of clay, see you walk, walk away..
into the half-light, and through the flame...
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