Bono has said this was done because the title, as well as the song's lyrics were more "reflective of the times [the band] were living in, when people were no longer looking for the truth, [they] were all looking for instant gratification.
"Even Better Than the Real Thing" is a song that plays with the dualities of desire, illusion, and the seduction of surface realities.
Lyrically, Bono presents a tension between the superficial and the authentic, exploring the way modern culture often prioritizes the allure of the artificial over genuine experience. He said his lyrics were “reflective of the times we were living in, when people were no longer looking for the truth. We are all looking for instant gratification.”
Phrases like "Give me one more chance, and you'll be satisfied" suggest a perpetual hunger for satisfaction that’s never quite fulfilled, while the title itself plays with the paradox of something being "better" than the "real thing."
This reflects not only the human tendency to chase unattainable ideals but also critiques the hyper-commercialized, media-driven world that promises instant gratification and yet leaves people wanting more. The line "We're free to fly the crimson sky" seems to mock this fleeting illusion of freedom, as if saying that the more we chase after this "better-than-real" experience, the more trapped we become in the cycle of wanting.
In the ultimate irony, a Paul Oakenfold remix of the song charted higher on the UK charts than the original."Even Better Than The Real Thing" Song Lyrics by U2
Give me one more chance and you'll be satisfiedGive me two more chances, you won't be denied
Well, my heart is where it's always been
My head is somewhere in between
Give me one more chance, let me be your lover tonight
Oh yeah, check it out
You're the real thing
Yeah, the real thing
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing, child
Give me one last chance and I'm gonna make you sing
Give me half a chance to ride on the waves that you bring
You're honey, child, to a swarm of bees
Gonna blow right through you like a breeze
Give me one last chance, we'll slide down the surface of things
You're the real thing
Yeah, the real thing
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing, child
We're free to fly the crimson sky
The sun won't melt our wings tonight
Oh now, here she comes
Take me higher
Take me higher
Can you take me higher
Will you take me higher
You're the real thing
Yeah, the real thing
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing
2 Achtung Babies:
Excelent Music. Nice Blog. *__*
thanks!
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