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Today's Selection is...

"Wake Up Dead Man" from Pop


In a world where people are blowing themselves up to viciously kill U.S. troops handing out candy to children, I don't think a band could mourn over it better than with "Wake Up Dead Man." A Christian band, anyways.
When I picked up Pop, I started reading the lyrics to this song and was kinda disturbed by the "fucked-up." I really stopped reading after that. I don't know why it struck me so...maybe it was cause I hadn't heard Bono curse before. (Shut up.) The more I sat in my car thinking about it, the more I started to think about why he used that particular word (and I'm no prude when it comes to cursing, I just didn't think it had a place in a U2 album). The answer is that there's no other way to describe the world.
It's fucked-up.
And it's fucked-up badly.

To me, U2 was always about hope. A slim chance of hope in any kind of darkness. But sometimes the darkness needs to be acknowledge in a gritty, sugarcoat-less kind of way. In that sense, "Wake Up Dead Man" is more than just a prayer or a plea. It's a wake up to ourselves as well.

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// Wake Up Dead Man

Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a fucked-up world it is too.

Tell me, tell me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's all gonna be.

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man.

Jesus, I'm waiting here, boss
I know you're looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free.

Your Father, He made the world in seven
He's in charge of heaven.
Will you put a word in for me?

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man.

Listen to the words they'll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum of the radio
Listen over the sound of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out their time.

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man.

Jesus, were you just around the corner?
Did you think to try and warn her?
Were you working on something new?
If there's an order in all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder?
Can we rewind it just once more?

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man.
Wake up, wake up dead man.

Sorry, I'm feeling particularly hopeless today after several talks about politics at work and at home.
:/
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