Bono - Eden (To Find Love) - (Citizen Penn Soundtrack)
Written by Linda Perry and Bono - from Citizen Penn, a deeply meaningful and inspiring film following the birth and growth of Sean Penn’s organization J/PHRO (now CORE) in the wake of the 2010 Haiti Earthquake directed by Don Hardy.
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Concept by Gavin Friday and Don Hardy
Mixed by Tom Boykin
Produced by Shawn Dailey and Don Hardy
Directed by Don Hardy
Lyrics:
Is part of the attraction that you want to be destroyed?
I’m the spirit on the water, you’re the formless void
When I heard your voice at first I was annoyed
You woke me
From the beginning of time you had so little grace
After a while not a freckle on your face
I was looking for a rhyme in time and space and you broke me
You were walking round naked with your pants not on
At the gates of Eden with no sins to pardon
It was Adam not Eve who threw God out of the garden you wrote me
Let’s not get too clever with this stuff
What are you ready to give up
To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love
When you’re climbing from the wreckage of a burned out star
Any old neon looks like the Carlton Bar
Asked where was I going I answered how far you wanna go
American male/ interior/ night, the cigarette smoker’s gonna find his light
If you repeat it often enough wrong looks right
But deep down you know
The smooth will make excuses for the rough
You know it shouldn’t be this tough
To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love
Tell the oceans, tell the sun
Tell the weatherman, tell everyone
All the money junkies are running out of veins
If you’re one of them yourself you’ve got no one else to blame
You don’t need anymore then you have except the shame of feeling torn
between the hungry and the greedy the honeyed and the needy
When you serve the poor, you free me
Slaves have grown accustomed to the weight of your chains
And your heads shorn
your eyes will find the silence inside the hurricane
you know you must do something other than complain
We’ll pray for mother earth, these are not more labour pains
Maybe you’re being born
Out of the ash, out of the dust
The clever learn, who not to trust
The genius of belief, is that we must, take a chance sometimes on us
To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love
To find love