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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Friday, March 28, 2003
    Over the Wall
     
    Listening again to Heaven Up Here, I'm struck by the difference between the Bunnymen and U2, which always unsettled McCulloch himself: it's to do with their grasp of eternal mysteries, or in the Bunnymen's case, their failure to get hold of them, their failure to climb, as they put it, Over the Wall:
      The man at the back has a question
      His tongue's involved with solutions
      But the monkey on my back
      Won't stop laughing
        Over the wall
        Hand in hand
        Over the wall
        Watch us fall
      There's something to be said for you
      And your hopes of higher ruling
      But the slug on my neck
      Won't stop chewing
        Over the wall
        Hand in hand
        Over the wall
        Watch us fall
      I'm walking in the rain
      To end this misery
      I'm walking in the rain
      To celebrate this misery
      What's that you say?
      Speak up, I can't hear you
      What do you say?
      I couldn't hear you
        Over the wall
        Hand in hand
        Over the wall
        Watch us fall
    Mind, as time went on U2 learned to express similar honesty about their struggle to hold onto hopes of higher ruling - they're still interesting because they continue to ask such questions. We're the richer because both bands have publicised their spiritual struggles, and made such great art of them.