Where the Streets Have no Name – U2

September 1, 2001 – at Slane Castle in Ireland.  “All I want is – You,  All I need is – You,  All I want is – You…” The massive crowd erupts in strains of rapturous joy as they anticipate The Song...

The Song… it emerges with a multi-rhythmic crescendo, churning with chord progressions that rise and fall like a train engine, The Edge’s haunting, unique, signature delay, Adam Clayton’s understated, impellent bass, and Larry Mullin’s driving percussion – at 1:55, Bono’s haunting voice booms like a prophetic trumpet; The Band – like a four horse chariot, on fire, and galloping down from the clouds – announcing the advent of that heavenly city, leading us to a place – where the streets have no name.

There are Gospel songs about heaven – like “I’ll Fly Away” and “When we all get to heaven”.  And there are Gospel songs about earth – like “He’s got the whole world in his hands” and “This is my Father’s World“.  And then there is this Gospel song: a song that weaves the stuff of heaven into the stuff of earth, creating one tapestry, where heavenly sunlight comes down and the rain clouds of earth go up, where a city floods but a highway leads us up to a desert plain, where the walls all come down and where love does not rust, and we’re blown by the Wind to touch the burning flame, and it’s all we can do, I want to go there with you, where there is no more sorrow, there is no more pain…where the streets have no name.  Click tab to see Video and Lyrics.

Lyrics

I wanna run, I want to hide, I wanna tear down the walls that hold me inside
I wanna reach out, And touch the flame, Where the streets have no name
I want to feel, sunlight on my face, I see the dust cloud disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain, where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name, Where the streets have no name
We’re still building, then burning down love, burning down love,
and when I go there, I go there with you, it’s all I can do

The city’s a flood and our love turns to rust. We’re beaten and blown by the wind trampled in dust
I’ll show you a place high on a desert plain, Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name, Where the streets have no name
We’re still building, then burning down love, burning down love,
and when I go there, I go there with you, it’s all I can do

Our love turns to rust, We’re beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind, oh, and I see our love, See our love turn to rust
Oh, we’re beaten and blown by the wind, blown by the wind
Oh, when I go there, I go there with you…It’s all I can do

4 thoughts on “Where the Streets Have no Name – U2

  1. I still think the Superbowl performance of this song is the best! Didn’t he quote a Psalm before that primal yell at the beginning of the song?

    I do like Bono’s preliminary howling in the first minute or so.

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  2. The song is off one of my top 10 rock and roll albums of all time-Joshua Tree. Coincidentally Achtung Baby is also in my top 10. Only U2 have 2 spots in the top 10. U2-the only rock band that really matters.

    King

    PS I have the 2002 Super Bowl DVD of U2 performing this song as a tribute to the 9/11 victims. They opened with Beautiful Day and ended with this. They probably shouldn’t have played the second half-too tough an act to follow.

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    • King,
      That’s beautiful man! I think you’re right about canceling the second half on the game. When Bono opened his jacket, revealing the American flag on the interior lining, I was through. It was over right then and there. You know how big an NFL freak I am. King, when that happened, I forgot what the Superbowl was. Vince Lombardi had to come to my house, hold out a pigskin and say, “Melton! This is a football.”

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