Nedávno jsem obědval u bazénu v jednom z mnoha prázdninových hotelů v Orlandu. Byl krásný den, modrá obloha, slunce pražilo a ve vodě se cákala spousta dětí. Okolo bazénu se opalovali rekreanti a z reproduktorů jim k tomu hrála příjemná hudba od U2. Chvíli jsem si užíval tu atmosféru a najednou jsem si uvědomil o jakou písničku jde. Tady je její text:
Broken bottles under childrens feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I wont heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
And the battles just begun
Theres many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
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
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Další umělecký pohled na Bloody Sunday:
http://www.usm.maine.edu/~mcgrath/poems/butchrs.htm
Jeden z mych nejoblibenejsich od U2...
Dobra verze je z tohohle koncertu:
...while this is already an amazing song, I thought the emotional impact was increased tenfold, when during a live performance in Denver, Colorado, on Nov. 8, 1987, (the night of the bombing of a war memorial service in Enniskillen in which 11 people died and more than 60 were injured) Bono said the following while the rest of U2 played in the background: "And let me tell you something. I've had enough of Irish Americans who haven't been back to their country in 20 or 30 years and come up to me and talk about the resistance, the revolution back home. And the glory of the revolution, and the glory of dying for the revolution. Fuck the revolution! ..."
To bude asi ten postmoderní svět - k dobré pohodě v krasný letní den nám hraje skladba o masakru...
Ja zas nemuzu zapomenout na scenu z filmu Kids, kdes si mlada holka stezuje, ze ji jeji milenec pri defloraci jemne do ouska zpival Sunday Bloody Sunday.
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