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Paroles "Bullet The Blue Sky"
In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue

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

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue

Suit and ties comes up to me
His face red
Like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollars bills
Slapping them down, one hundred, two hundred,
And I can see the fighter planes
And I can see the fighter planes
Across the mud huts as the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
Up the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes deep into saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America


Rattle And Hum version

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

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

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel and 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
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

Yeah... alright, I want you

So this guy comes up to me
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 'em down
One hundred
Two hundred

And I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the valleys and the quiet city street
We take the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America

So I'm back in my hotel room with John Coltrane and the love supreme
In the next room I hear some woman scream out that her lover's
Turning off, turning on the television.
And I can't tell the difference between ABC news, Hill Street Blues
And a preacher on the old time gospel hour
Stealing money from the sick and the old
Well the God I believe in isn't short of cash, mister

I feel a long way from the hills of San Salvador
Where the sky is ripped open
And the rain pours through a gaping wound
Pelting the women and children
Pelting the women and children

Who run... who run...
Into the arms... of America


Elevation 2001 / U2 Live From Boston version

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
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

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
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

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


Go Home Live from Slane Castle version

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

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

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

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

Well what you say, what you didn't
What you caught on the street light, before the strip
See them falling?
See them crying?

So this guy comes up to me, see
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
Peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred
I can see those fighter planes
I can see those fighter planes

You stop my feather in the top of disco
We shall, we take it to the romp why the stop
It's dropped we take it to the knock
And turn the key

Turn the key, unlock the door
A man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls, we hear the city moan
Outside... is America
Outside... UK
Outside... France
EU, EU, EU, EU
I can see you
EU, UDA, IRA, British Army
UDA, IRA, Real IRA
UDA, Real IRA, Real IRA, Real IRA
And we run
We run into the arms
 
Traduction "Flingue Le Ciel Bleu"
Le vent hurlant amène une pluie brûlante
Regarde-les enfoncer des clous dans les âmes, dans l'arbre de douleur
La luciole émet une lumière orange
Regarde le visage de la peur qui s'enfuit
Effrayé, dans la vallée au-dessous

Flingue le ciel bleu
Flingue le bleu

Le vent de sauterelles amène un crépitement et un soupir*
Jacob a combattu l'ange et l'ange a été vaincu
Plante la semence du démon
Tu fais pousser une fleur de feu
Regarde-les brûler des croix
Regarde les flammes qui s'élèvent de plus en plus haut

Flingue le ciel bleu
Flingue le bleu

Alors ce mec vient vers moi
Le visage écarlate comme une rose dans un buisson d'épines
Comme toutes les couleurs d'un flush royal
Et il épluche une liasse de dollar
(Il les pose en claquant sur la table)
100... 200
Et je peux voir les avions du combattant
Je peux voir les avions du combattant
Survoler les huttes de boue où dorment les enfants
A travers les vallées et les ruelles d'une ville calme
Nous prenons l'escalier jusqu'au 1er étage
Nous tournons la clé et nous ouvrons lentement la porte
Un homme souffle profondément dans un saxophone
A travers les murs nous entendons les grondements de la ville
Dehors c'est l'Amérique
Dehors c'est l'Amérique
La route est longue depuis les collines de San Salvador
Où le ciel est ouvert, et la pluie cingle une plaie béante
Jusqu'aux bras... De l'Amérique

(*) : Rattle and hum
 
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