"Where the streets have no name" by U2
Air as ice cut across our lips and stilled our breath, starry lights peering down from above. Doors opened then closed, and the silence within the Ford Escape died as the engine hummed. Eric, Isaac and I had brought the scent of all-you-can-eat chicken soup with us; Eric and I brought a sense of adventure. We reached the highway, miles and miles of darkness. As we drove we blared songs by U2, songs that everyone knew. No one occupied the road except us, but we changed that. We began to leave the road, first a couple seconds, then a few, then more. The lights above lit the sky but not the road; the headlights of our Escape did the same, except they didn't light the sky. Isaac as a conscience thought it best to keep the headlights turned on, adventure said the road was as clear as smooth glass on a pillow. Five seconds, seven, the lights flashed on and off. Each interval ratified our actions, still alive. As agreeable as experiment was, common sense always finds a way to prevail. Eric, Bono and I regrouped with Isaac to find something else that we were looking for.
"Parachute" by Guster
I've only used two parachutes in my life.
Surrounded by people who were going to become my very close friends, I walked onto a plane. The plane took me to Texas, green and foreign. I spent two years in rooms filled with the aroma of brisket and potatoes, two years talking to strangers and finding friends that I never knew were waiting for me. A parachute helps us leave a comfortable place to experience something that changes us. Two years later, surrounded by friends and that good ol' Texas humidity, I got onto another plane. I said goodbye to sideways traffic lights, man made lakes, and thousands of people. It takes a big parachute to land in Texas, but the parachute to leave is even bigger. You are something inside of that plane, then when you jump you are something else; when you land and begin to live again you look for the parachute you always knew that you had, those around you.
Air as ice cut across our lips and stilled our breath, starry lights peering down from above. Doors opened then closed, and the silence within the Ford Escape died as the engine hummed. Eric, Isaac and I had brought the scent of all-you-can-eat chicken soup with us; Eric and I brought a sense of adventure. We reached the highway, miles and miles of darkness. As we drove we blared songs by U2, songs that everyone knew. No one occupied the road except us, but we changed that. We began to leave the road, first a couple seconds, then a few, then more. The lights above lit the sky but not the road; the headlights of our Escape did the same, except they didn't light the sky. Isaac as a conscience thought it best to keep the headlights turned on, adventure said the road was as clear as smooth glass on a pillow. Five seconds, seven, the lights flashed on and off. Each interval ratified our actions, still alive. As agreeable as experiment was, common sense always finds a way to prevail. Eric, Bono and I regrouped with Isaac to find something else that we were looking for.
"Parachute" by Guster
I've only used two parachutes in my life.
Surrounded by people who were going to become my very close friends, I walked onto a plane. The plane took me to Texas, green and foreign. I spent two years in rooms filled with the aroma of brisket and potatoes, two years talking to strangers and finding friends that I never knew were waiting for me. A parachute helps us leave a comfortable place to experience something that changes us. Two years later, surrounded by friends and that good ol' Texas humidity, I got onto another plane. I said goodbye to sideways traffic lights, man made lakes, and thousands of people. It takes a big parachute to land in Texas, but the parachute to leave is even bigger. You are something inside of that plane, then when you jump you are something else; when you land and begin to live again you look for the parachute you always knew that you had, those around you.
Well u2 had some hits thats for sure...if they stayed in recording studios, and outa politcs then we might soon have world peace.
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