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I Am Skooter	«11.19.07 . home . 11.22.07»
So here's us, on the raggedy edge. I crossed many states just to stand here now, my face all hot with tears, / I crossed city, and valley, desert, and stream, to bring my body here: — Woody Guthrie, Remember the Mountain Bed

November 20, 2007

Wave of Sorrow: 1987 to 2007

It’s astonishing to realize that The Joshua Tree was released 20 years ago: I have friends that weren’t born when the album was released. I last spent a lot of time listening to the album on a desert motorcycle ride. Brilliant.

Wave of Sorrow was released on Facebook, but I was pointed at it by Paste Magazine.

Wave of Sorrow
by U2

Heat haze rising
On hell’s own hill
You wake up this morning
It took an act of will
You walk through the night
To get here today
To bring your children
To give them away

Oh… oh this cruel sun
Is daylight never done
Cruelty just begun
To make a shadow of everyone

And if the rain came
And if the rain came now

Souls bent over without a breeze
Blankets on burning trees
I’m sick without disease
Nobility on it’s knees

And if the rain came
And if the rain came now
Would it wash us all away
On a wave of sorrow
Away
On a wave of sorrow

Where now the holy cities?
Where are the ancient holy scrolls?
Where now Emperor Menelek?
And the Queen of Sheba’s gold

You my bride, you wear her crown
And on your finger precious stones
Has every good thing now been sold

Son, a shepherd boy, now king
What wisdom can you bring?
What lyric would you sing?
Where is the music of the Seraphim?

And if the rain came
And if the rain came now
Would it wash us all away
On a wave of sorrow
Away
A wave of sorrow

Blessed are the meek who scratch in the dirt
For they shall inherit what’s left of the earth
Blessed are the kings who’ve left their thrones
They are buried in this valley of dry bones

Blessed all of you with an empty heart
For you got nothing from which you cannot part
Blessed is the ego
It’s all we got this hour

Blessed is the voice that speaks truth to power
Blessed is the sex worker who sold her body tonight
She used what she got
To save her children’s life

Blessed are you, the deaf who cannot hear a scream
Blessed are the stupid who can dream
Blessed are the tin canned cardboard slums
Blessed is the spirit that overcomes

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