Beat her, mistreat her Do anything that you please. Bite her, excite her Make her get down on her knees. Abuse her, misuse her She can take all that you’ve got. Caress her, molest her She always does what you want.
“You can’t feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flame, you have to cross the line just just to remember where it lays, you won’t know your worth now, son, until you take a hit, and you won’t find the beat until you lose yourself in it”
Sweetest Thing by U2 is one of my favorite songs. But not the version that was released. This is the rerecorded version of the original 1987 b/side to Where the Streets That Have No Name.
The reason I prefer this version is because of how rough Bono’s voice is. It’s raspy and rough in some parts and he just doesn’t quite hit the notes in others. It’s brilliant. Far superior to the radio release. I love it for its imperfections.
We love it for those very reasons, also. “All U2…All The Time”