An ‘Over-The-Top’ reaction towards a relatively minor inconvenience leading into a comically catastrophic event.

Bono made me crash my car is 7 minutes and 6 seconds long.

Key of G-sharp major

Loudness is -14.97 db

Tempo is at 140 bpm.

Lyrics & Vocals |

Norman Niente

Music, Virtual instruments |

Roy Niente

Production |

Vaeder

Label |

Vox Niente

Release date: January 5, 2022

Bono made me crash my car
He pushed me that one step too far
I’m normally chilled and relaxed
But that bastard pushed me past my max
Bono made me crash my car
He worked his evil from afar
A collaboration with Apple Music
A conspiracy to make me lose it.

I bought into all that Spotify could be
Went premium and advert free
It got me feeling mighty fine
For a monthly fourteen ninetynine

A traffic jam became a pleasure
My life...style improved beyond measure
I thought all my hopes and expectations met
Until he drove me down that spiral ramp of regret

My life in musical Utopia lasted
No time at all thanks to that bastard
Everything was sweet for me, but he wrecked it
With “Songs of Innocence” - each time my Bluetooth connected

Big budget album, mediocre content
Devalued by the lack of, cost or consent
Songs that I quickly, came to abhor
Just aural junk mail, it’s nothing more

It’s the gift of love that Bono, so kindly sends
To 500 million, of his closest friends
But the gift I valued most followed 6 days later
Apple’s “SOI removal tool” was so much greater

Bono made me crash my car
He pushed me that one step too far
I’m normally chilled and relaxed
But that bastard pushed me past my max
Bono made me crash my car
He worked his evil from afar
A collaboration with Apple Music
A conspiracy to make me lose it.

I was exiting a carpark when things began to unravel
A dark Irish shadow hung over my mode of travel
I’d endured it for the first few times, maybe even ten
But it just continued and continued, again and again

I should have stopped somewhere safer, that much is my fault
But I had to end the unsanctioned, “aural assault”
I reached desperately for my iPhone, as I descended
I hit the curb, scraped the wall….. then got rear ended

Just that briefest moment of, driver distraction
And now my pimped up ride is still out of action
So c’mon big time Bono, international success
How about you pay - my insurance excess?

U2 you’ve moved from a place of historic respect
To perhaps most despised, rock band on the net
I hope your’re happy in my junk mail, there where you belong
No doubt you’re in there working, on some evil little song

When you’ve finished that one Bono, please keep it to yourself
Spare a thought for the planet - and it’s aural health
That’s where you can keep your Irish - blood, sweat and tears
And have a think about just what you’ve done, at least for a few years

Bono made me crash my car
He pushed me that one step too far
I’m normally chilled and relaxed
But that bastard pushed me past my max
Bono made me crash my car
He worked his evil from afar
A collaboration with Apple Music
A conspiracy to make me lose it.