"Tomorrow"

Whenever I listen to this song, I am touched by all that we can be, forgive others for their erratic behaviour, their ignorance and their bitterness. I am sure that time heals everything, and tomorrow, they will be back. Back to the love and promise that life holds.

This song has a lot of religious sentiment about it, it speaks of resurrection, as if Bono's asking Jesus to come back tomorrow, to heal the wounds and the scars. It is a song of hope.

On a personal note, he is known to have written the song after the death of his mother.

The music is quintessential U2, it starts off without a structured tune, the bagpiper leads the way and the violent beats of the guitar and drums take over mid-way. Bono, wanders off from the tune, marking a spontaneous and a sentimental departure.

Lyrics:
Won't you come back tomorrow?
Won't you come back tomorrow?
Won't you come back tomorrow?
Can I sleep tonight?

Outside
Somebody's outside
Somebody's knocking at the door
There's a black car parked
At the side of the road
Don't go to the door
Don't go to the door

I'm going out
I'm going outside mother
I'm going out there

Won't you be back tomorrow?
Won't you be back tomorrow?
Will you be back tomorrow?

Who broke the window?
Who broke down the door?
Who tore the gutter?
And who was he for?
Who healed the wounds?
Who heals the scars?

Open the door
Open the door

Won't you come back tomorrow?
Won't you be back tomorrow?
Will you be back tomorrow?
Can I sleep tonight?

Cause I want you...I...I want you...I really...I...I want...I...I...
I want you to be back tomorrow!
I want you to be back tomorrow!
Will you be back tomorrow?

La...la...la...la...la...la...

Won't you be back tomorrow?
Won't you be back tomorrow?
Will you be back tomorrow?
Open up, open up
To the lamb of God
To the love of he who made
The blind to see you
He's coming back
He's coming back
I believe it
Jesus come back

I'm gonna be there
I'm gonna be there mother
I'm gonna be there mother
I'm going out there

The (anti) iPhone Dream

Okay, so this is way before I became besotted with a BlackBerry, so offence to no one in particular. Generally...? May be. It's basically a self-derogatory dream, if anything.

So I am at a U2 concert in my city. Now that's surprising enough (yes, my dreams surprise me, to say the least) because as much as I love (and I really love) U2, I haven't really wanted to go to their concert. I guess it kills the whole "personal" space that one enjoys with the artist's creation. You're more likely to connect at a deeply personal level with a certain artist when you're heartbroken, staring at a sunset or jogging alone at 4 AM rather than scream and shout in a concert or steal some memento backstage of your favourite artist or their Managers. So no such desires for me to really attend a concert... but in my dream, I am there, all right. 

And suddenly am standing in a long queue. Adam Clayton (now I had to practically Google him out to really know he was the one; blogging is a big responsibility) is personally signing autographs, memorabilia, souvenirs, under garments, etc. and I am in that queue. Apparently lost, because in my waking life I'd never stand in a queue for a celebrity. Part vanity, part boredom, I guess.  So it's my turn... and he sees me and says, "So! It's you... You're a real big fan."

Real big fan? You kidding me?? I LOVE YOU GUYS! I know all of your songs by heart and the history behind each of them! I first heard you a decade back and I never get tired of listening to you guys. I've listened to each song like a thousand times! I would love to go to dinner with you guys, or just Bono and Jackie Chan and Denzel Washington, or all of you at once! Awesome videos! Loved the way that airplane went over you guys and you were just jammin' like there's no tomorrow in the 'Beautiful Day' video. That was so cool! You guys are so dedicated to your craft. I love you guys! And I say, "Yes, I am."

He pulls out his swanky iPhone and places it in my hand. "Punch in your number," he says.

I take a nice long look at the iPhone.................. and give it back to him. "Nevermind."

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Note from the author: This dream really disturbed me.

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