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Okay, it's like 4 AM, and I'm still up for some reason, so I might as well stay up a little longer and get the SOTD post out of the way, right?

"Bullet the Blue Sky" from the Boston Elevation DVD

Very powerful performance. We start out with The Blind Boys of Mississippi singing Let's Have Church. Added to this is footage of Charlton Heston talking about guns. This disperses into a bunch of fast cycling gun-crime related media footage. And then footage of a small girl finding a gun.
Then the song starts with a nice Larry cymbal tapping, and a crash into a nice heavy Edge-riff. The stage is engulfed in red light. Bono comes back out, and opens his jacket, revealing the American flag lining. The look on Bono's face is intense. He looks tough, like he's pissed off and ready to start kicking some ass.
May I just state that I LOVE this version of Bullet? It transcends the album version, and is my favourite of the live versions I've heard (then again, I don't listen to bootlegs often, so I haven't heard 40 million boots of every song =P). This song, whether with the video or just the audio alone, it gives me chills. Chills from Larry's crashing drumwork, Adam's thudding bass, Edge's haunting guitar, and Bono's powerful performance.
Halfway through the song, Bono takes a walk along the heart with one arm slung over his eyes (it's a wonder he didn't fall off!) and a spotlight in hand. The screens return to their former media barrage, and Edge delivers his solo.
When Bono reaches the tip of the heart, he turns on the spotlight (and I love the way the others pause the music for just a moment as he does), and the song takes on an even more intense life. Bono still looks like he wants to kick some ass, and he delivers the spoken verse with a slight change in lyrics, "Slapping them down, right there in the Wal-Mart".
Larry and Adam carry the rhythm on as it was during the verses, and Edge makes some chilling noises with his guitar, while Bono, rather than delivering the usual ending of the song, invokes a spirit of rage. In fact, he seems to have invoked the spirit of Mark Chapman (the man who shot John Lennon). He goes on to list some statistics about gun-death rates in America (and my, it touches me the way his voice almost warbles when he sais "twenty years"). He ends, screaming Mark Chapman's name and shining the light at the side of his own head, before shutting it off with a jerk (as though it were a gun, and he'd just shot himself).
Overall, incredibly intense and chilling. This song deserves to have some rage tied in with it.

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
From a firefly, a red orange glow
I see the face of fear running scared in the valley below

Sky
Sky
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue / Sky
Bullet the blue / Sky

In a locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel, the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
I see them burning crosses, see the flames higher and higher

Sky
Sky
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue sky / Sky
Bullet the blue / Sky
Bullet the blue / Sky

Shoot my heart, oh uh
What a whole lot of love

This guy comes up to me saying
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
Right there in the WalMart
Slapping em right down

One hundred
Two hundred
Three... hundred...
That's all, that's all

And I can feel the cold steel
I can feel the cold steel
And I can make a wound that won't heal
I can make a wound that won't heal
38 millimeters like the police
I'm at the door where John and Yoko live in love and peace
In love and peace
In love and peace
Feel like an old shoe
A rerelease
Soon to be deceased

Pull the trigger, the rock and roll nigger
He's bigger than Jesus on a bumper sticker
Pull the trigger on the rock and roll nigger
Bigger than Jesus on a bumper sticker

My pulse is pacing
My eyes are chasing
For an autograph, I've been waiting
Beatle baiting
There's no escaping
History is taping

Hey John...
War is over we don't need your help
America's making war on itself
War is over we don't need your help
America's making war on itself
Six hundred and seventy six thousand
Will go down in the streets of America
With a bullet in the next 20 years
20 years, these bitter tears
In a business of bitter tears

John...
(Can you hear us calling?)
More bodybags than Vietnam
What's my name?
Mark Chapman
What's my name?
Mark Chapman
Mark Chapman
Mark Chapman
Mark Chapman
Mark Chapman

And we run
Into the arms
Of America


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