Saturday, July 02, 2005

"Stay (Faraway, So Close!)"

This is a 4 a.m. song, perhaps one for when you're walking alone in the city long after the loving is over and the regrets have started. A song which you pull tight to your chest and try to bruise your skin with. It's an intimate moment, this song, one that lets you into its secret before it steps back and shouts that secret to the world. "Faraway, so close up with the static and the radio/With satellite television you can go anywhere/Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast, and Berlin." It's everywhere and right by your side at the same time, a song that lifts you out of place and deposits you at the limits of your imagination. "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 ground/Just the bang and the clatter as an angel hits the ground." U2 have learned over the years that a quiet conversation is just as effective as a heaven-bound anthem.

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