Drunk Chicken/America
U2 Lyrics


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America
America, I've given you all and now I'm nothing
America, two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956
I can't stand my own mind
America, when will we end the human war
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good, don't bother me
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind
America, when will you be angelic
When will you take off your clothes
When will you look at yourself through the grave
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites
America, why are your libraries full of tears
America, when will you send your eggs to India
I'm sick of your insane demands
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks
America, after all, it is you and I who are perfect, not the next world
Your machinery is too much for me
You made me want to be a saint
There must be some other way to settle this argument
Burroughs is in Tangiers
I don't think he'll come back, it's sinister
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke
I'm trying to come to the point
I refuse to give up my obsession
America, stop pushing, I know what I'm doing
America, the plum blossoms are falling




I haven't read the newspapers for months
Everyday somebody goes on trial for murder

Overall Meaning

The song "Drunk Chicken/America" by U2 is a powerful and thought-provoking commentary on the state of America during the mid-20th century. The lyrics reflect the disillusionment and frustration felt by many people during this time period. The opening line, "America, I've given you all and now I'm nothing" sets the tone for the rest of the song, as the singer expresses his feelings of emptiness and despair.


The reference to the specific date of January 17, 1956, and the amount of two dollars and twenty-seven cents is significant because it is the exact amount that the singer has in his pocket. This serves to emphasize his feelings of poverty and alienation. The singer also expresses his disgust with the war and the use of atomic bombs, saying "Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb."


The line "I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind" speaks to the idea that creativity and inspiration cannot be forced; they must come naturally. The singer also expresses a desire for America to be better, to be more angelic and worthy of its ideals. However, he is also critical of America's actions, such as its treatment of India and support of communist figures like Trotsky.


Line by Line Meaning

America
The singer addresses America, expressing that they have given everything to the country and now feel like they have nothing left.


America, two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956
The singer recalls a specific date and amount of money, possibly representing a significant event in their life, but also pointing out the absurdity of how such details can be remembered while bigger issues go unresolved.


I can't stand my own mind
The singer expresses their personal struggle with their thoughts, possibly related to the overwhelming issues in their country.


America, when will we end the human war
The artist implores America to consider when they will finally be able to end wars and conflicts around the world, taking responsibility as a global leader.


Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
The artist delivers a harsh and vulgar condemnation of America's use of deadly weapons, representing the destructive actions taken in the country's name.


I don't feel good, don't bother me
The singer expresses their current state of disconnection and dissatisfaction, possibly due to the overwhelming emotions caused by America's issues.


I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind
The singer explains that they are not currently in the right state of mind to write a poem, potentially indicating a need for mental clarity before addressing America's problems.


America, when will you be angelic
The artist longs for America to embody angelic qualities such as kindness, empathy, and understanding, rather than perpetuating violence and harm.


When will you take off your clothes
The artist may be suggesting that America needs to strip away superficial layers or facades to reveal its true, flawed nature and address its systemic problems.


When will you look at yourself through the grave
The artist challenges America to confront its own mortality and consider the impact it will have on future generations, possibly urging accountability and responsibility for its actions.


When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites
The singer questions whether America is deserving of the support and allegiance of individuals who share similar political beliefs (referencing followers of Leon Trotsky).


America, why are your libraries full of tears
The artist wonders why American culture, represented by its libraries, is so laden with sadness and despair, possibly pointing to deeper societal issues that need to be addressed.


America, when will you send your eggs to India
The singer may be referencing the fact that America has the means to help other countries but chooses not to, instead perpetuating its own greed and selfishness.


I'm sick of your insane demands
The singer expresses their frustration with the endless and often unreasonable expectations placed on individuals by American society or its leaders.


When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks
The singer sarcastically pokes fun at the commercialization of American consumer culture, suggesting that physical appearance should be enough to obtain what one needs, underscoring how shallow and materialistic the society has become.


America, after all, it is you and I who are perfect, not the next world
The artist acknowledges that neither they nor America are perfect, that both are flawed and part of the same world, and that making improvements is necessary, underscoring the idea that change starts from within.


Your machinery is too much for me
The artist may be feeling overwhelmed or out of place in the highly industrialized and mechanized American society, struggling to connect with the people or the place.


You made me want to be a saint
The singer may be suggesting that their experiences in America have made them feel like they need to take drastic actions or find some way to be extraordinary, possibly due to the consequences of living in such a complex or volatile environment.


There must be some other way to settle this argument
The singer expresses their frustration with the constant conflicts and divisions in America, suggesting that there must be a better way to achieve unity or resolution.


Burroughs is in Tangiers
The artist mentions writer William S. Burroughs, who lived in the Moroccan city of Tangier, possibly alluding to the idea that Burroughs left America to escape its issues (including censorship and drug laws) and find inspiration elsewhere.


I don't think he'll come back, it's sinister
The artist speculates on Burroughs' fate and suggests that his absence from America may be due to something ominous or dangerous.


Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke
The artist calls out the possibility that they are being deceived or manipulated somehow, either by America as a whole, or possibly by someone in a position of power.


I'm trying to come to the point
The singer indicates that they are attempting to get to the heart of the issue or convey their message clearly, even if it is difficult or uncomfortable to address.


I refuse to give up my obsession
The artist asserts their conviction and dedication to addressing what they perceive as America's problems, refusing to back down in the face of adversity or opposition.


America, stop pushing, I know what I'm doing
The singer implores America to stop interfering or imposing its will on them, asserting their independence and confidence in their own methods or ideas.


America, the plum blossoms are falling
The singer observes the natural beauty of the falling plum blossoms, juxtaposing the beauty of the world with the ugliness of human conflict and suffering.


I haven't read the newspapers for months
The singer may be trying to distance themselves from the constant news cycle and propaganda of American media, in an effort to gain clarity or perspective on the country's issues.


Everyday somebody goes on trial for murder
The artist highlights the pervasive nature of violence and crime in America, and the systemic failure or reluctance to adequately address it.




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on eleven o' clock tick tock

And girls can make children but not like this one...so will just have to walk around with a painted face then...

LMewdowlark


on One

Baby, baby, baby, I know I'm not alone
Baby, baby, baby, I know I'm not alone
Ha, ha, ha

Oh, it's not a hill it's a mountain
As you start out the climb
You see, for me, I've been shouting
Let's shout into the darkness, squeeze out sparks of light
You know we're gonna go crazy, you know we'll go crazy
You know we'll go crazy, if we don't go crazy tonight

Oh, slowly
Oh
Hold me slow

Again, these are the wrong lyrics. They are not the lyrics for 'One' but a different song. I pasted the correct lyrics in my other comment.

LMewdowlark


on One

There's a part of me in chaos that's quiet
And there's a part of you that wants me to riot
Everybody needs to cry or needs to spit
Every sweet-tooth needs just a little hit
Every beauty needs to go out with an idiot
How can you stand next to the truth and not see it?
Oh, change of heart comes slow

It's not a hill, it's a mountain
As you start out the climb
Do you believe me or are you doubting?
We're gonna make it all the way to the light
But I know I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight

Every generation gets a chance to change the world
Pity the nation that won't listen to you boys and girls
Is the sweetest melody the one we haven't heard?
Is it true that perfect love drives out all fear?
The right to be ridiculous is something I hold dear
Oh, but change of heart comes slow

It's not a hill, it's a mountain
As you start out the climb
You see, for me, I've been shouting
But we're gonna make it all the way to the light
But I know I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame?
You say, one love, one life
When it's one need in the night
One love, we get to share it
Leaves you, baby, if you don't care for it
Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well, it's too late tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to carry each other, carry each other
One
Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much? More than a lot
You gave me nothing, now it's all I got
We're one but we're not the same
Well, we hurt each other then we do it again
You say love is a temple, love a higher law
Love is a temple, love the higher law
You ask me to enter but then you make me crawl
And I can't be holdin' on to what you got
When all you got is hurt
One love, one blood
One life, you got to do what you should
One life with each other
Sisters, brothers
One life but we're not the same
We get to carry each other, carry each other
One
One