The Tears of Things
Présentation
The Tears of Things est la pépite de Days of Ash et nous rassure à elle seule sur ce qu’il reste de talent à U2 depuis Songs of Experience. Le groupe nous propose ici un morceau de plus de cinq minutes, construit sur une montée en puissance progressive. Le texte est particulièrement fort, basé sur une métaphore inspirée à travers laquelle Bono parle de sa foi, de celle que certains détournent pour justifier leurs exactions, et de la disparition latente de Dieu.
Le chanteur, dont la voix évolue avec l’âge, joue intelligemment avec ses limites grâce à une interprétation grave et un peu nasale en ouverture, avant une envolée plus libérée en milieu de morceau. Le solo de The Edge, court mais séduisant, contribue à sublimer l’ensemble.
Si le sujet diffère complètement, l’émotion et la construction du morceau nous rappellent The Little Things That Give You Away, pièce maîtresse du U2 des quinze dernières années. A plus de 65 ans, le groupe excelle plus que jamais dans ce type de composition. On a hâte de l’entendre en live un jour.
Paroles
There's no start to this story
And I can see no end
Two young men hearing voices
Whisper in the wind
I woke up made of marble
A shepherd boy in shock
Michelangelo release me
From a single block
I'm David the giant killer
With heart-shaped eyes
I was naked as a soldier
Far from my mother's cries
Oh, the tears of things
The tears of things
Rising like a flood
The tears of things
The tears of things
I'd cry them if I could
Was it you, Lord, I was listening to?
You didn't say much
You said, "Let my fingers form you
Be fashioned by my touch
Be open to be broken
As every heart that sings
No voice and drum can overcome
A symphony of strings"
Said you'd make of me an instrument
For melody and word
I wonder as I fall asunder
Was it really you I heard?
Or the tears of things
The tears of things
Songs made out of rain
The tears of things
The tears of things
Here we go again
Mussolini came to see me
A shadow by his side
Church bells ring, a vanishing
Then the vanishing denied
Six million voices silenced in just four years
The silent song of Christendom
So loud everybody hears
Before the roar, before the blast
The stench and shame
There's a howling, wailing sound
That screams your name
I'm David, not Goliath, I was born in Bethlehem
Now there is no us if there is no them
My eyes were burned from all I learned
There were things I can't unsee
In this, your holy war
There's nothing holy here for me
More the tears of things
The tears of things
Rising like a flood
The tears of things
The tears of things
I'd cry them if I could
If you put a man into a cage and rattle it enough
A man becomes the kind of rage that cannot be locked up
No, it cannot be locked up
No, it cannot be locked up
Dear God, you made us so you wouldn't be alone
Every heart is exiled until a heart gets home
Don't send us back to stone
Don't send us back to stone
Yeah, I was made for worship, before I spoke, I sang
Songs of grief, of disbelief
How a woman can love a man
The naked song, the sacred song
That every soldier fears
'Cause when people go around talking to God
It always ends in tears
Yeah, the tears of things
The tears of things
Let the desert be unfrozen
The tears of things
The river sings
Who would choose to be chosen?
River, sea and mountain
Desert, dust and snow
Everybody is my people
Let my people go
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