a while ago… a friend of mine sent me a U2-Stay(Far-away, So close) song… he said he has this cool unplugged version… so i answered ok.. send it here(we were talking in YM)…then after a few minutes.. i got the whole song… then he as me to turn the volume up and listen to it well.. and tell him my interpretation of the song….so i listen and after i finish the second round… i utter… HOPELESS… FUCKING BULLSHIT MEANINGLESS LIFE… and he anwered that i am so negative… eheheh(ey that’s what i feel and understand ehehhe).. and then he said .. well it depends on the listener how he/she interprets the song… that’s what is unique with U2 song coz it has a lot of meaning….and he told me of his own interpretations… he said that i am correct but i had to look at a different perspective… he said that it was an angel or celestial being who was singing the song for someone whom he/she has been looking for quite some time…then he explain each line then each paragraph….he told me that the angel is the one singing… he/she is the one who had seen this fucking bullshit meaningless life but she/he can’t do anything about it…
And if you look, you look through me
And if you talk it’s not to me
And when I touch you, you don’t feel a thing
If you look you look through me <— the singer is invisible
he’s been doing U2lyrics-ology(studying lyrics of U2’s songs on one’s free time)…well i gave you the lyrics now and see for yourself of how you will interpret the song…HINT: sing it as if your the angel singing the song… in the end it will make you HIGH….
Green light, seven eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don’t smoke, don’t even want to
Hey now, i see you check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
The wheels are turning but you’re upside down
You say when he hits you, you don’t mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Oh, now, Is that what it is?
Red lights, gray morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depends on who’s around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip sync with the talk show hosts
And if you look, you look through me
And if you talk it’s not to me
And when I touch you, you don’t feel a thing
If I could stay.. then the night would give you up
Stay, and the day would keep it’s trust
Stay, and the night would be enough
Faraway, so close
Up with the static and the radio waves
With satellite television
You can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast and Berlin
And if you listen I can’t call
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout I’ll only hear you
If I could stay.. then the night would give you up
Stay then the day would keep it’s trust
Stay with the demons you drown
Stay with the spirit I found
Stay and the night would be enough
Three o’clock in the morning
It’s quiet and there’s no one around
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to the ground
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel hits the ground
