Newsgroup: it.fan.musica.u2
Titolo: It's a very sad day

PEACE ON EARTH
PAIX SUR LA TERRE
PACE SULLA TERRA
Heaven on Earth
Le paradis sur terre
Paradiso sulla Terra
We need it now
On en a besoin maitenant
Ne abbiamo bisogno adesso
I'm sick of all of this
J'en ai assez de
Sono stufo di tutto quello
Hanging around
tout ce qui se passe par ici
che succede da qui
Sick of sorrow
Assez du chagrin
Stufo del dispiacere
Sick of pain
Assez de la douleur
Stufo del dolore
Sick of hearing again and again
Assez d'entendre encore et encore
stufo di udire ancora e ancora
That there's gonna be
Qu'il y aura
Che ci sarà
Peace on Earth
La paix sur la terre
Pace sulla terra
Where I grew up
Où j'ai grandi
Dove sono cesciuto
There weren't many trees
Il n'y avait pas beaucoup d'arbres
Non c'erano molti alberi
Where there was we'd tear them down
Là où on les a abattu
Dove ce n'erano li hanno tirati giù
And use them on our enemies
Et utilisé contre nos ennemies
E usati contro i nostri nemici
They say that what you mock
On dit que ce dont tu te moques
Dicono che ciò che deridi
Will surely overtake you
Aura le dessus sur toi
Sicuramente ti sorpasserà
And you become a monster
Et tu deviendras un monstre
E tu diventi un mostro
So the monster will not break you
De sorte que le monstre ne te brisera pas
Cosi il mostro non ti spaccherà
It's already gone too far
C'est déjà allé beaucoup trop loin
Ed è già andato troppo lontano
Who said that if you go in hard
Qui a dit qui si tu t'endurcissais
Chi diceva che se diventi duro
You won't get hurt
Tu ne serais pas blessé
Non sarai ferito
Jesus could you take the time
Jesus pourrais-tu prendre le temps
Gesù potresti prenderti il tempo
To throw a drowning man a line
De lancer une ligne à un homme qui se noie
Per buttare ad un uomo che sta annegando una corda
Peace on Earth
Paix sur la terre
Pace sulla Terra
Tell the ones who hear no sound
Dis a ceux qui n'entendent aucun bruit
Raccontalo a quelli che non sentono suono
Whose sons are living in the ground
Dont les enfants vivent sous terre
I cui figli vivono nella terra
'Bout peace on Earth
Paix sur la terre
Pace sulla Terra
No whos or whys
Pas de qui ni de pourquoi
Niente chi o perche
No-one cries like a mother cries
Personne ne pleure comme pleure une mère
Nessuno piange come piange una madre
For peace on Earth
Pour la paix sur la terre
Per la Pace sulla terra
She never got to say goodbye
Elle n'a jamais eu à lui dire au revoir
Lei non ha mai potuto dire addio
To see the colour in his eyes
Pour voir la couleur dans ses yeux
Vedere il colore negli occhi di lui
Now he's in the dirt
Maintenant il est dans la boue
Ora lui è nella sporcizia
Peace on Earth
Paix sur terre
Pace sulla Terra
They're reading names out over the radio
Ils énoncent des noms à la radio
Stanno leggendo dei nomi dalla radio
All the folks the rest of us won't get to know
Tous ces gens que le reste d'entre nous n'apprendra pas à connaître
Tutta la gente, il resto di noi, non vorremo saperlo
Sean and Julia, Gareth, Ann and Breda
Sean et Julia, Garetj, Ann et Breda
Sean e Julia, Gareth, Ann e Breda
Their lives are bigger, than any big idea
Leurs vies sont plus importantes, que n'importe quelle grande idée
Le loro vite sono più grandi di qualunque grande idea
Jesus can you take the time
Jesus peux-tu prendre le temps
Gesù puoi prendere il tempo
To throw a drowning man a line
De lancer une ligne à un homme qui se noie
Per buttare ad un uomo che sta annegando una corda
Peace on Earth
Paix sur terre
Pace sulla Terra
To tell the ones who hear no sound
Pour parler à ceux qui n'entendent aucun son
Di parlare agli unici che non sentono suono
Whose sons are living in the ground
Ceux dont les fils vivent dans la terre
I cui figli stanno vivendo nella terra
Bout peace on Earth
De la paix sur terre
Pace sulla Terra
Jesus this song you wrote
Jesus cette chanson que tu as écrite
Gesù questa canzone che scrivesti
The words are sticking in my throat
Les mots me restent en travers de la gorge
Le parole si stanno conficcando nella mia gola
Peace on Earth
Paix sur terre
Pace sulla Terra
Hear it every Christmas time
Entends le à chaque Noël
Si sente in ogni momento del Natale
But hope and history won't rhyme
Mais l'espoir et l'histoire ne rimeront pas
Ma speranza e storia non saranno rima
So what's it worth?
Alors à quoi bon
Allora a che cosa vale
This peace on Earth
Cette paix sur terre
Questa Pace sulla Terra

In the wake of attack, 'business as unusual'
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JIM WALSH POP MUSIC CRITIC
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Shortly after 11 a.m. Tuesday, I stood outside a classroom at my daughter's pre-school,
talking to a mom who had come to school early to pick up her daughter. "I just want to
touch my girl," she said.
Another was crying. The red in her eyes matched the red in her "I Voted" sticker she wore
over her heart. She was worried about her husband, who was in transit from his job. Others
talked about Pearl Harbor, revenge, racism and what to tell their kids.
I put on some music. Specifically, I put on U2's "All That You Can't Leave Behind," the
record that has offered me more guidance in the last year than anything else I've heard or
read. I went straight to track eight, "Peace On Earth," and started driving.
"Heaven on earth, we need it now," sang Bono. "I'm sick of all of this hanging around/Sick
of sorrow, sick of the pain/Sick of hearing, again and again, that there's gonna be peace
on Earth."
As the acoustic guitars padded away and the organs chimed, a surreal sight flooded my
windshield on this, the morning of International Peace Day: An electronic marquee on a
freeway overpass screaming, "Mall Of America Closed." The faces of the few other drivers
around me looked waxen. For miles I looked for smiles, a sign of one soul who had not been
ruined by the morning's events.
"Jesus could you take the time to throw a drowning man a line/Peace on earth," sang Bono;
"Tell the ones who hear no sound/Whose sons are living in the ground/Peace on Earth."
I got off the freeway and parked by the side of the road to listen and watch. A woman
worked on her garden. A man delivered flowers to a house. A jogger dodged a FedEx truck, a
woman strolled her baby, a couple punk rockers sat outside a coffee shop, the sun was out.
Business as unusual.
"No one cries like a mother cries for peace on Earth," sang Bono as a bright yellow school
bus tooled by. "She never got to say goodbye, to see the color in his eyes, now he's in
the dirt/That's peace on Earth."
I started driving again and found myself heading towards the church I grew up in, the one
I spent so many years half-praying in, the one I hadn't been to in years. When I got
there, it was as quiet as the city streets were eerie. I sat down in a pew near the back,
and then did what an older woman, the only other person there, was doing: Got on my knees.
Back in the car, Bono sang, "Jesus this song you wrote/The words are sticking in my
throat/Peace on Earth/Hear it every Christmas time, but hope and history won't rhyme/So
what's it worth, this peace on Earth?"
When I got home, I turned on CNN, turned down the sound, and turned up the music. The TV
screen was crippled with chaos and Bono, whom some of my friends hate because they think
he's an egomaniacal do-gooder, was singing about it. I was glad to have him.
"They're reading names out over the radio/All the folks the rest of us won't get to
know/Sean and Julia, Gareth, Ann and Breda/Their lives are bigger than any big idea."
Great song. Again, it's called "Peace On Earth." I played it at least 30 times today, and
it wasn't nearly enough, because to my way of thinking, it should be coming out of on
every radio station in every corner of the globe, 24 hours a day for the rest of whatever
we call our lives.
Pop music critic Jim Walsh can be reached at 
jwa...@pioneerpress.com
 or 
(651) 228-5553
.

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Grazie Faby per questa testimonianza bellissima, alla faccia di quelli che
dicono che non è il caso di ascoltare canzoni degli U2 in questo momento.
Gilthas/proud to be a U2 fan, in this moments overall
--
Peperoncino, patatine e venere riducono Ricky in cenere
Paolo C.: "Macché poverino: Krapp è Krapp!"
Breviario Krappico:
"Era bellissimo: erano tutti travestiti"
"La vita non è fatta per essere vissuta, è fatta per essere raccontata"
"Pure io sono un finto magro"