Bono has been fascinated with world peace and ending poverty since he was in high school, long before he was famous. He is a total policy wonk like Bill Clinton, who hangs out with him in Templebar (my own favorite Dublin neighborhood). He happened to be in a band, also from high school, that was brilliant and has produced some lovely music, but he is really complex and actually has a very good mind. Even Republicans in high office--former Treasury Secretary Paul O'Neill comes to mind but there are lots and he meets with President Bush sometimes too--are interested in his ideas. He is a friend of the economist Jeffrey Sachs and other thinkers about how to save the world from itself. He does have a name--it's Paul Hewson. Like most fairly young people from Eire, he isn't as interested in the Troubles as some other issues. He is more interested in AIDS and ending poverty and nuclear plant waste and creating jobs in the Third World. Everyone can't be interested in the same thing. He grew up in a working class neighborhood in North Dublin--his father was a bus driver. His dad was Catholic and his mom was Protestant. His own opinion on Northern Ireland is that war is bloody and horrible--the song Sunday Bloody Sunday expresses that fairly well. It's too bad Anita O'Day didn't have additional talents, although I'm sure she was good at what she did. It does not necessarily mean you are spreading yourself too thin if you are genuinely good at more than one thing in life.
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SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY LYRICS
I can’t believe the news today
Oh, I can’t close my eyes and make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...
’cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Broken bottles under children’s feet
Bodies strewn across the 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
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday bloody sunday...)
(allright lets go!)
And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is 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? how long...
’cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Tonight...
Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
Tonight
Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
(come get some!)
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(sunday, bloody sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(sunday, bloody sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
(here I come!)
And it’s true we are immune
When fact is fiction and tv reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle yet begun (sunday, bloody sunday)
To claim the victory jesus won (sunday, bloody sunday)
On...
Sunday bloody sunday
Sunday bloody sunday...
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