It's amazing how an Irish band can capture America better than any American band. Or more accurately, they capture the myth of America, the open spaces ("Deserts dry, of cool green valleys/Gold and silver mines, and the shining cities") and beautiful frontiers ("66 the highway speaks"); the romantic version of the South ("The Delta sun burns bright and violent/Mississippi and the cotton wool heat"). The thrill of the open highway ("Freeway like a river cuts through this land/Into the side of love"); and the optimism for the future ("In the towers of steel, belief goes on and on"). And the music ... a fantastic beat, a mystical opening hook, and a penatrating baseline. This song is pretty close to flawless.
It's amazing how an Irish band can capture America better than any American band. Or more accurately, they capture the myth of America, the open spaces ("Deserts dry, of cool green valleys/Gold and silver mines, and the shining cities") and beautiful frontiers ("66 the highway speaks"); the romantic version of the South ("The Delta sun burns bright and violent/Mississippi and the cotton wool heat"). The thrill of the open highway ("Freeway like a river cuts through this land/Into the side of love"); and the optimism for the future ("In the towers of steel, belief goes on and on"). And the music ... a fantastic beat, a mystical opening hook, and a penatrating baseline. This song is pretty close to flawless.