Sunday Bloody Sunday
Richard Cheese Lyrics


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Yeah

I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long?
How long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cause tonight, we can be as one
Tonight

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday, Sunday, Bloody Sunday (alright)

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long?
How long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
'Cause tonight, we can be as one
Tonight, tonight

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(Tonight, tonight) Sunday, Bloody Sunday (let's go)

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
I'll, wipe your tears away (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
I'll, wipe your blood shot eyes (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

(Sunday, Bloody Sunday) the real battle just begun
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday) to claim the victory Jesus won
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Sunday Bloody Sunday, yeah
Sunday Bloody Sunday

Overall Meaning

The first verse of Richard Cheese's "Sunday Bloody Sunday" speaks to the deep sadness and frustration that comes when one is unable to ignore the terrible news happening in the world. The singer is struggling to "make it go away" and wondering "how long" they will have to endure it. Despite this, the singer is still hopeful that "tonight, we can be as one". The next verse paints a violent picture of conflict: "Broken bottles under children's feet / Bodies strewn across the dead end street". The singer takes issue with the idea of being called to battle against this backdrop, and feels as if they are being backed into a corner. The chorus repeats the phrase "Sunday, Bloody Sunday" over and over, driving home the brutality of the situation. The singer then asks "How long must we sing this song?" suggesting that this is just one of many similar incidents.


The song then shifts to become more focused on the battle itself. There are casualties on both sides and the singer asks "but tell me who has won". They also suggest that the conflict has dug a "trench" within their hearts and suggests that families have been torn apart. The chorus then repeats again before the bridge brings us back to the real-world context of the song. The singer suggests that in the real world, fact and fiction too often blend together and people don't pay attention to the suffering of others. This is juxtaposed with the image of the millions of those suffering who cry out for help. The song ends with a repeat of the chorus, driving home the idea that the "real battle just begun".


Line by Line Meaning

I can't believe the news today
The news is so shocking and hard to believe.


Oh, I can't close my eyes
Even when I close my eyes, I cannot forget what has happened.


And make it go away
I wish I could forget it and make it disappear.


How long?
How long will this go on?


How long must we sing this song?
How long will we have to keep repeating ourselves about the same thing?


How long, how long?
Repetition of the same question for emphasis.


'Cause tonight, we can be as one
Despite everything happening, tonight we can unite.


Broken bottles under children's feet
The children are walking on the broken bottles, which is a dangerous situation.


Bodies strewn across the dead end street
Dead bodies are all over the road, and there is no way out of this street.


But I won't heed the battle call
I will not participate in the war.


It puts my back up
It makes me angry.


Puts my back up against the wall
It makes me feel cornered and stuck.


Sunday, Bloody Sunday
The event that happened on a Sunday was extremely violent and bloody.


And the battle's just begun
The real war is about to start.


There's many lost, but tell me who has won
Both sides have lost a lot in the war, so who is actually winning?


The trench is dug within our hearts
The hate and anger from the war have reached deep into our hearts.


And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
The war has caused families to be separated and torn apart.


How long, how long?
Repeating the same question again for emphasis.


'Cause tonight, we can be as one
Again emphasizing the unity that could bring peace.


Wipe the tears from your eyes
Trying to console someone who is crying.


Wipe your tears away
Encouraging the person to wipe away their tears.


Oh, wipe your tears away
Repeating the same encouragement.


I'll, wipe your tears away (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Assuring the person that they are there for them.


I'll, wipe your blood shot eyes (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Trying to comfort someone who is crying with red, bloodshot eyes.


And it's true we are immune
Immune to the fact of how bad things are, and we don't react to it.


When fact is fiction and TV reality
People often believe in what they see on TV instead of the real facts.


And today the millions cry
So many people are affected by this war and they are mourning.


We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
We enjoy our daily lives while others are dying every day.


The real battle just begun
The true fight has just started.


To claim the victory Jesus won
Comparing the war to the fight that Jesus fought and won.


Sunday Bloody Sunday, yeah
Repeating the events that occurred on that Sunday.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul Hewson

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@PatooMtmo

Uno, dos, tres, catorce!
Hola señoritas guay señores
Me llamo Ricardo Queso...
LET'S MAMBO!
I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song
How long, how la lala la long...
'cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight... a-ha!
Broken bottles under niño's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
And today the millions cry
We fiesta while tomorrow they die
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Ai Chihuahua! A-ha!
Rrrrr Arriba! Arriba!
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Domingo, Sangre Domingo
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Ai!



All comments from YouTube:

@ivyhallquist3159

Better than the original. Fight me.

@KevinBorgOfDeath

Genious. The original riff fits perfectly with latino tanga music. Ricardo Qeso saw it and made it happen. Genious.

@drewmalbica7694

Ricardo Queso 😆😆😆

@TimeandMonotony

I had no idea I needed a mambo version of this song till I heard it.

@alexnedds4558

Richard Cheese is probably the greatest cover artist of all time, I'm a little biased though since I love lounge music

@robsonolliveira4279

Muito bom, poucos conseguem fazer versoes tao diferentes e nao perder a qualidade

@PaulThePuppetier

Ele até dá uma qualidade que não tem pra algumas músicas.

@dmello2056

Alguem sabe se ele fez uma versão "completa" da musica?

@PaulThePuppetier

D Mello de Sunday Bloody Sunday? Não fez não. Pelo que entendo, o foco dele é a graça, não a beleza do som em si, então ele altera as músicas de maneira que fiquem engraçadas, reduzindo o tempo, quase sempre.

@ZamsadaZombie

I wish I heard this one live when I saw him back in 2019

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