This month's (?!) Behind the Tunes is #5 on My U2 Top 10 - the bass driven Until the End of the World from 1991's Achtung Baby. If I'm listening to this at the Y, I'm usually trying to mesh my strides on the eliptical w/the feel of the song. If I'm doing a different exercise, I'm trying not to dance to the song - as a public service.
I wasn't a big fan of Achtung Baby, though I don't know why. Maybe because there weren't as many "spiritual" songs on the album. A friend had the CD, though, so I heard it enough to know I liked this song, mainly for the groove and the bass line. Because I weight a song heavily by it's lyrics and these lyrics aren't particularly edifying, I kept it at arm's length for several years. Since hearing it again on Napster a few months ago, I gained a new enjoyment of it. The music rocks and I appreciate the lyrics as being more an observation than a statement.
Now for a few comments on specific lyrics.
"Everybody having a good time except you. You were talking about the end of the world."
Does this scream Debbie Downer or what?
"In the garden I was playing the tart"
That's Bono. I don't know if this song is auto biographical, but I've seen a few instances of him playing the tart in performances. He's never claimed to be perfect.
He tried to drown his sorrows, but his sorrows learned to swim. Well put.
The song ends with a note of hope:
"You, you said you'd wait till the end of the world."
Such a groovily melancholy song.
Complete lyrics of "Until the End of the World" (from u2.com)
"Haven't seen you in quite a while
I was down the hold, just passing time.
Last time we met it was a low-lit room
We were as close together as a bride and groom.
We ate the food, we drank the wine
Everybody having a good time except you.
You were talking about the end of the world.
I took the money, I spiked your drink
You miss too much these days if you stop to think.
You led me on with those innocent eyes
And you know I love the element of surprise.
In the garden I was playing the tart
I kissed your lips and broke your heart.
You, you were acting like it was the end of the world.
In my dream, I was drowning my sorrows
But my sorrows they'd learned to swim
Surrounding me, going down on me
Spilling over the brim
Waves of regret and waves of joy.
I reached out for the one I tried to destroy.
You, you said you'd wait till the end of the world."
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