Afterlife, oh my God, what an awful word/ After all the breath and the dirt and the fires that burn/ And after all this time, and after all the ambulances go /And after all the hangers-on are done hanging on to the dead lights/ Of the afterglow/I’ve gotta know/Can we work it out?
Should Reflektortruly walk like an Achtung Baby, “Afterlife,” with disco DNA and trademark AF militant choral rhetorical yearns of filling the space that love occupies after death is giving “One” a run for its cathartic money, Butler-Régine ‘carrying each other’, then strutting, over Bono tears.
Riff by Gavin Paul
Gavin Paul is SONGLYRICS' Editor-in-Chief. Chicago-bred, New York-sculpted, his words and ideas have appeared in publications ranging from Spin and Rolling Stone to The Chicago Sun-Times and Arborist News.