Bono describes the song as an exploration of the struggles and stains that life can leave on a person, evoking a sense of both longing and desperation.
Dirty Day serves as a reflection on the moments when we confront the remnants of our past, confronting the “dirty” aspects of our lives that we wish to forget. The lyrics echo a sense of searching for clarity amid confusion, reminiscent of the Prodigal Son’s realization of his mistakes as he wanders far from home (a theme covered in The First Time).
The repeated refrain, “It was a dirty day,” encapsulates the essence of facing the raw truths of existence, highlighting the struggle to reconcile one’s past with the desire for redemption. This duality of acceptance and resistance resonates throughout the song, illustrating how the journey of self-discovery can be marred by the very choices that define us.
This is not the first time Bono had used his parents as lyrical inspiration, I Will Follow from Boy was a notable early reference to his mother and several albums later, Bono would write for his father on Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own which featured on How to Dismantle An Atomic Bomb.
Zooropa's liner notes dedicate this song to the drunken American novelist, Charles Bukowski.
I don't know you and
You don't know the half of it
I had a staring role
I was the bad guy who walked out
They say be careful where you aim
Because where you aim you just might hit
You can hold onto something so tight
You've already lost it
Dragging me down
That's not the way it used to be
You can't even remember what I'm trying to forget
It was a dirty day
A dirty day
You want explainations
I don't even understand
If you need someone to blame
Throw a rock in the air
You're bound to hit someone guilty
From father to son
In one life has begun
A work that's never done
Father to son
And love, it won't last kissin' time
And love, it won't last kissin' time
And love, it won't last kissin' time
Get it right
There's no blood thicker than ink
Hear what I say
Nothing's a simple as you think
Wake up
Somethings you can't get around
I'm in you
Moreso when they put me in the ground
Hank says
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
Zooropa's liner notes dedicate this song to the drunken American novelist, Charles Bukowski.
"Dirty Day" Lyrics by U2 from the Zooropa album.
You don't know the half of it
I had a staring role
I was the bad guy who walked out
They say be careful where you aim
Because where you aim you just might hit
You can hold onto something so tight
You've already lost it
Dragging me down
That's not the way it used to be
You can't even remember what I'm trying to forget
It was a dirty day
A dirty day
You want explainations
I don't even understand
If you need someone to blame
Throw a rock in the air
You're bound to hit someone guilty
From father to son
In one life has begun
A work that's never done
Father to son
And love, it won't last kissin' time
And love, it won't last kissin' time
And love, it won't last kissin' time
Get it right
There's no blood thicker than ink
Hear what I say
Nothing's a simple as you think
Wake up
Somethings you can't get around
I'm in you
Moreso when they put me in the ground
Hank says
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
The days, days, days
Run away like horses over the hill
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Check out the lyrics to Numb from Zooropa.
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