Listening to the Royal Philharmonic version of U2's one on a fabulously sound system (my current poison is Polk Audio), makes you almost weep. The surround sound envelops you and the sound is haunting......
Should I call this the Irish greatness?
I sometimes feel like I have lived this song. Bono gives me the goose pimples, definitely.
We are truly "one" and we all carry our wounds. And some of us will carry a lot of wounds to the grave. Some fabolous song writing, and some unbelievable singing.
Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head
Well, did I ask too much, more than a lot?
You gave me nothing, now it's all I got
We're one, but we're not the same
See we hurt each other, then we do it again
You say love is a temple, love is a higher law
Love is a temple, love is a higher law
You ask me of me to enter, but then you make me crawl
And I can't keep holding on to what you got, 'cause all you got is hurt
Should I call this the Irish greatness?
I sometimes feel like I have lived this song. Bono gives me the goose pimples, definitely.
We are truly "one" and we all carry our wounds. And some of us will carry a lot of wounds to the grave. Some fabolous song writing, and some unbelievable singing.
Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head
Well, did I ask too much, more than a lot?
You gave me nothing, now it's all I got
We're one, but we're not the same
See we hurt each other, then we do it again
You say love is a temple, love is a higher law
Love is a temple, love is a higher law
You ask me of me to enter, but then you make me crawl
And I can't keep holding on to what you got, 'cause all you got is hurt
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