U2 - All because of You.
Tell me what you think it's about - then I'll give you my opinion.
Just curous to see what people think.
Oh, and no one post the lyrics!
U2 - All because of You.
Tell me what you think it's about - then I'll give you my opinion.
Just curous to see what people think.
Oh, and no one post the lyrics!
"If it wears trousers generally I don't pay attention."
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Ok, Uh... Guy in heavy depression is kept afloat because of his affection for someone ("you"). I think I got some undertones of "the world is a horrid place and we really should do something about it" which is par for the course considering the band.
Bono is on record as saying it can mean god or your mother or someone close to your etc etc
Some people like to think it's about U2 itself and how the fans have made them big.
They slew him with poison afaid to meet him with the steel
a gallant son of eireann was Owen Roe o'Neill.
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Ik hou van ferme grieten en dikke pintenOriginally Posted by Evil_Maniac From Mars
Down with dried flowers!
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If they were going to copy AC-DC's ride-through-the-city-concert motif, they could have at least put some bagpipes in the song.
And I had no idea Bono prefers his mic position set to "Lemmy".
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The song is about gay sex.
Still maintain that crying on the pitch should warrant a 3 match ban
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