Roll the dice

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.

you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is.

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And narration by Bono

The laughing heart

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

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Friendly advice to a lot of young men

Go to Tibet
Ride a camel.
Read the bible.
Dye your shoes blue.
Grow a beard.
Cir­cle the world in a paper canoe.
Sub­scribe to The Sat­ur­day Evening Post.
Chew on the left side of your mouth only.
Marry a woman with one leg and shave with a straight razor. And carve your name in her arm.

Brush your teeth with gaso­line.
Sleep all day and climb trees at night.
Be a monk and drink buck­shot and beer.
Hold your head under water and play the vio­lin.
Do a belly dance before pink can­dles. Kill your dog.
Run for mayor.
Live in a bar­rel.
Break your head with a hatch­et.
Plant tulips in the rain.

But don’t write poet­ry.

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