"Crumbs From Your Table" lyrics U2

Saturday, August 22, 2009
Crumbs From Your Table," from U2's U2's How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb album, is a powerful commentary on global inequality and the imbalance between wealth and poverty. The song addresses the stark contrast between the abundance enjoyed by wealthy nations and the desperate needs of impoverished regions, particularly in the context of humanitarian aid and social justice.

 The metaphor of “crumbs from your table” evokes an image of the wealthy offering only small, insignificant portions of their wealth to those who need it most, highlighting the failure of affluent societies to share their resources in a meaningful or equitable way.

"Crumbs From Your Table" lyrics by U2

Bono, known for his activism in global poverty and debt relief, uses the song to express frustration with the hollow promises of the powerful, who often talk about aid and support but fail to deliver real, impactful change. 

The lyrics suggest that the help provided is often too little and too late, with those in need left to survive on mere leftovers. This song not only critiques the global systems of charity and aid but also poses a moral challenge to the listener, questioning whether they are complicit in perpetuating this cycle of neglect. 

Through its poignant imagery and sharp critique, "Crumbs From Your Table" shines a light on the need for justice, compassion, and a more substantial response to the suffering of the world’s poorest people.

"Crumbs From Your Table" lyrics by U2

From the brightest star
Comes the blackest hole
You had so much to offer
Why did you offer your soul
I was there for you baby
When you needed my help
Would you deny for others
What you demand for yourself

Cool down mama, cool off
Cool down mama, cool off

You speak of signs and wonders
I need something other
I would believe if I was able
But I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table

You were pretty as a picture
It was all there to see
Then your face caught up with your psychology
With a mouth full of teeth
You ate all your friends
And you broke every heart
Thinking every heart mends

You speak of signs and wonders
I need something other
I would believe if I was able
But I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table

Where you live should not decide
Whether you live or whether you die
Three to a bed
Sister Ann, she said
Dignity passes by

You speak of signs and wonders
I need something other
I would believe if I was able
I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table

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