Year 30 (XXX) was a common year starting on Sunday (link will display the full calendar) of the Julian calendar. At the time, it was known as the Year of the Consulship of Vinicius and Longinus (or, less frequently, year 783 Ab urbe condita). The denomination 30 for this year has been used since the early medieval period, when the Anno Domini calendar era became the prevalent method in Europe for naming years.
David Howell Evans (born 8 August 1961), more widely known by his stage name The Edge (or just Edge), is a musician best known as the guitarist, backing vocalist, and keyboardist of the Irish rock band U2. A member of the group since its inception, he has recorded 12 studio albums with the band and has released one solo record. As a guitarist, The Edge has crafted a minimalistic and textural style of playing. His use of a rhythmic delay effect yields a distinctive ambient, chiming sound that has become a signature of U2's music.
The Edge was born in England to a Welsh family, but was raised in Ireland after moving there as an infant. In 1976, at Mount Temple Comprehensive School, he formed U2 with his fellow students and his older brother Dik. Inspired by the ethos of punk rock and its basic arrangements, the group began to write its own material. They eventually became one of the most popular acts in popular music, with successful albums such as 1987's The Joshua Tree and 1991's Achtung Baby. Over the years, The Edge has experimented with various guitar effects and introduced influences from several genres of music into his own style, including American roots music, industrial music, and alternative rock. With U2, The Edge has also played keyboards, co-produced their 1993 record Zooropa, and occasionally contributed lyrics. The Edge met his second and current wife, Morleigh Steinberg, through her collaborations with the band.
Over my body the shadows played
It wasn't night and it wasn't day
Counting something what have I found
Thirty diamonds in my hand
Thirty miles
The world unfolds
Thirty miles
A pot of gold
I often think of America
I often dream of shooting a gun
Thirty years I'm still a child
Looking for something in a smile
Thirty miles
The world unfolds
Thirty miles
A pot of gold
Listen here in my song
Thirty miles won't be long
Thirty diamonds
Birds of fire
Sparkle like the summer sky
Thirty diamonds
Thirty miles
Looking for something in your smile
I'm looking for something in your smile
I'm looking for something
Aturdido y abrumado por la duda de los celos
se ve triste en la cantina a un bohemio ya sin fe
con los nervios destrozados y llorando sin remedio
como un loco atormentado por la ingrata que se fue
Se ve siempre acompañado del mejor de los amigos
que le acompaña y le dice ya esta bueno de licor
nada remedias con llanto, nada remedias con vino
al contrario la recuerda mucho más tu corazón
Una noche como un loco mordió una copa de vino
y el hizo un cortante filo que su boca destrozo
y la sangre que brotaba confundiéndose con el vino
en la cantina este grito a todos estremeció
No te apures compañero si me destrozo la boca
no te apures, que es que quiero con el filo de esta copa
borrar la huella de un beso, traicionero que me dio
Mozo sirva me la copa rota
sírvame que me destroza
esta fiebre de obsesión
Mozo sirva me la copa rota
quiero sangrar gota a gota
el veneno de su amor
Mozo sirva me la copa rota
sírvame que me destroza
esta fiebre de obsesión
Mozo sirva me la copa rota
quiero sangrar gota a gota
el veneno de su amor...
Do you know the feeling
When you wake up find your way to the bathroom
Stare at yourself from eye to eye
Feeling relieved the innocence is still there
Time to turn over baby
Time to turn loose
No limits no lines
That's yesterdays news got a rhythm in my rhyme
Still shootimg up so high
Got a ritual crime but I ain't no slave of time
It's just like waking up from the strangest dream
All the sudden
All the people at your own age
Are gone got fat familiazed and wrecked
You're like the last of the lost boys of neverever land
That's it
Time to turn over baby time to turn loose
No limits no lines
That's yesterdays news got a rhythm in my rhyme
Still shooting up so high
Got a ritual crime but I ain't no slave of time
Well, we never had the time to plan our life past 30
We were bullet proof, through the roof, nothing could ever hurt it
Never gave a damn about the other side of the hill
Nothing could stop us, nothing ever will
And when we hit the stage, Lord you'd never know
30 came and went a long time a go
We rocked the 80's like we thought they would never end
We can still bring the house down like we did way back when
We can cuss, we can fight, we can go all night
Still tear it up even though
30 came and went a long, long time ago
We were 25, so alive, nothing but the road on our minds
It was a rocked out, knocked out, sold out show every time - know that
We were jukebox dreaming and that life we make our stand
Burning through the night, headed for the promise land - you know where that is
Well we must've lost track of time cause we didn't know
30 came and went a long time ago
We rocked the 80's like we thought they would never end
We can still bring the house down like we did way back when
We can cuss, we can fight, we can go all night
Still tear it up even though
30 came and went a long, long time ago
We rocked the 80's like we thought they would never end
We can still bring the house down like we did way back when
We can cuss, we can fight, we can go all night
Still tear it up even though
30 came and went a long, long time ago
We can cuss, we can fight, we can go all night
With the help of pharmaceuticals
30 came and went a long, long time ago
Lights out girl I'm coming in
I can't talk but I can sing to you
So paralysed and moving
I can tell I'm falling behind
Come on
Are you ready now
Hey girl I'm coming in
Take back my everything now
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm stuck here inside the wheel
Turning around turning around
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm stuck here inside the wheel
Turning around turning around
I'll make me believe
I'll make me believe
I'll make me believe
I'll make me believe
I'll make me bleed
I'll make me bleed
I'll make me bleed
I'll make me bleed
What the fuck!
Are you ready now
Hey girl I'm coming in
Take back your everything now
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm stuck here inside the wheel
Turning around turning around
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah Yeah
I'm stuck here inside the wheel
Turning around turning around
Are you ready now
Hey girl I'm coming in
Take back my everything now
Take take take take take
Are you ready now
Hey girl I'm coming in
Take take take take take
Sent ya bitch a dick pic and now she need glasses
Turn a bitch slick rick now if I flashed it
Ate a couple pills took the bud out the plastic
Flicking cigarette ashes bitch I stay blasted
Microphone Cassius
Magic with the sick shit
Said I post to been dead
But bitch I'm still up in this bitch
Verbal herbal poison
Words I cortisone
Fucked pregnant bitch
Save money on her abortion
I feel like Billy Corgan
In a church playing the organ
Covering too short
Smoking a Newport
Hurt hoping drugs a help the pain a go away
And all these thoughts in my head made the sane go astray
Step inside a mind
That revolves around the rhyme
And he close his eyes see visions of white lines
Dying in the arms of a blond blue eyed 20 something
Don't know her name now the paramedics chest pu
30 something black male OD'ed off pills that he wasn't prescribed
But they took his life
Let behind a daughter that doesn't really even know him
Because her momma thought he wouldn't make a living off them poems
But it was a long journey on a rocky road
Had a hoody and a jacket on the bus in snow
Walking in the cold on the way to the studio
Smoking on a loosey that was just a couple yrs ago
Dropped a couple free mixtapes on the net
And niggas tried to front like it wasn't all that
But guess what bitch I'm coming back
Guess what bitch I'm coming back
Signed to fools gold and everything's all gnarly
Bitches want my number just to get up in party
Came along way from extension cords in the window
Borrowing neighbors power just to plug up the Nintendo
Where the ovens never closed and stoves never off
Every winter so cold niggas sleeping scarves
But I would always tell myself that this shit of get better
You know who you is you the greatest rapper ever
So now the pressures on em to prove that voice right
Some people never know they goals he know his whole life
So now his turn up fixing up to bat
Pitching singles to the label when I use to pitch crack
Never learned to rap I just always knew how
So ever since 8 I knew what I would now
When I turned 28 they like what u gone do now
And now a nigga 30 I don't u heard me
So the last ten years I been so fucking stressed
Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest
The thought of no success it got me chasing death
Doing all these drugs in hopes of OD'ing next
It's alright i forgive you,
I couldn't be mad anyways.
It's alright there's no problem,
You like him, that's A-okay.
It's alright, i'll go away now.
I can take a hint.
It's funny how this world don't see,
You and me together.
It's funny how anyone can see this,
Except you and sometimes, me.
It's alright there's no problem.
I'll get over you eventually.
There's just one thing i gotta ask you tho,
How can i get over a goddess like you?
It's funny how this world don't see,
You and me together.
It's funny how you just don't see,
You don't see how much i care.
It's alright that you don't see,
This smile that i'm faking.
It's alright i'll go away now,