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U2 "Elevation" (live from Slane)

"It's a tune called 'Elevation.' It's in its raw form. I think it's gonna go off for us. It's got a really spongy sound. We've found that when you're men, the slower tempos can be funky." - Bono, Rolling Stone 2001.

Soul, soul

You elevate my

The goal is elevation

High, higher than the sun

You shoot me from a gun

I need you to elevate me here

With the corner of your lips

As the orbit of your hips

Eclipse

You elevate my soul

I've lost all self-control

Digging like a mole

Now, going down, excavation

I and I in the sky

You make me feel like I can fly so high

Elevation

A star lit up like a cigar

Strung out like a guitar

Maybe you can educate my mind

Explain all these controls

Can't sing but I've got soul

The goal is elevation

A mole digging in a hole

Digging up my soul

Going down, excavation

I and I in the sky

You make me feel like I can fly so high

Elevation

Love, lift me out of these blues

Won't you tell me something true

'Cause I believe in you

A mole digging in a hole

Digging up my soul

Going down, excavation

I and I in the sky

You make me feel like I can fly so high

Elevation

We get back

Elevation

Soul nation

Jubilation

Elevation

Jubilation

U2 "Beautiful Day" (live from Slane)

"'Beautiful Day' has a directness reminiscent of early U2 but with Edge bringing a dizziness and futuristic quality so that it doesn't feel retro. The guitar chords were nothing special but they were my attempt to get the album airborne, the way a rock band like the Buzzcocks would. The lyric expresses amazement, really, that whatever situation you find yourself in, as uncomfortable and upsetting as they can be, if you're alive and you are awake, then you have perspective on it... Pain is evidence of life because it reminds you there are things in your life that aren't right. So you should be thankful for it really and celebrate that there is so much to live for." - Bono, U2 By U2 2006.

The heart is a bloom

It shoots up through the stony ground

But there's no room

No space to rent in this town

You're out of luck

And the reason that you had to care

The traffic is stuck

You're not moving anywhere

You thought you'd found a friend

To take you out of this place

Always

Someone you could lend a hand

In return for grace

Always

It's a beautiful day

The sky falls and you feel like

It's a beautiful day

You're on the road

But you've got no destination

You're in the mud

In the maze of her imagination

You love this town

Even if that doesn't ring true

You've been all over

And it's been all over you

Always

It's a beautiful day

Don't let it get away

Beautiful day

Touch me

Take me to that other place

You can teach me, Lord

I know I'm not a hopeless case

Yeah, yeah, yeah

See the world in green and blue

See China right in front of you

See the canyons broken by cloud

See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out

See the Bedouin fires at night

See the oil fields at first light, and

See the bird with a leaf in her mouth

After the flood all the colours came out

Day

It was a beautiful day

Don't let it get away

Beautiful day

You can touch me

Touch me, angel

Take me to that other place

You can teach me, love

I know I'm not a hopeless case

'Cause what you don't have you don't need it now

What you don't know you can feel somehow

What you don't have don't need it now

Don't need it now

Beautiful day

Goal, goal

The goal is soul

Soul

The goal is soul

Soul

Beautiful goal, goal

Beautiful goal

U2 "Until The End Of The World" (live from Slane)

"The song was written at the same time as one of Ireland's greatest poets, Brendan Kennelly, was writing his great 'Book Of Judas,' a series of poems about the betrayal of Christ. It was an epic coincidence, because I was given the poems to review after album was finished. The whole Zoo TV tour that followed owes much to one of Brendan Kennelly's great lines: 'the best way to serve the age is to betray it.' That became our theme for the next couple years, to do everything U2 weren't supposed to do. We had a deep-seated belief that the spirit of the band was true enough and strong enough and imperishable enough to not rely on an obvious guitar sounds or signatures to come through. It would come through anyways. It would come through a thick prison wall." - Bono, U2 By U2 2006.

Break it now

Shoot my soul, can't hang myself

Really want it in my soul

You shot me in myself

Baby I killed my soul

I want to hurt you, you so bad

I want to shoot you, baby

I want to

Yeah

Haven't seen you in quite a while

I was down the hold just killing time

Last time we met was a low-lit room

We were as close together as a bride and groom

We broke the bread, we drank the wine

Everybody having a good time

Except you

You're still talking about the end of the world

I took the money

I spiked your drink

You miss too much these days if you stop to think

You led me on with those innocent eyes

You know I love the element of surprise

In the garden I was playing the tart

I kissed your lips, broke your heart

You, you were acting like it was

The end of the world

Love, love, love

Love, love

Love, love, love

Love, love

In my dreams I was drowning my sorrows

My sorrows, they learned to swim

Surrounding me, going down on me

Spilling over the brim

Waves of regret waves of joy

I reached out to the one I tried to destroy

You, you said you'd wait

'Til the end of the world

Alright now

She's my hope

U2 "New Year's Day" (live from Slane)

"When I hear 'New Year's Day' on the radio, I can't help thinking, 'What a great song. What happened to the drum part?' It's so uneventful and straight. With a little more time spent on that song, I might have been able to come up with something more inventive. I remember once sitting somewhere and the song came on and I overheard two guys talking (obviously drummers), saying, 'Those drums are so boring, duh-duh-duh-duh." - Larry, U2 By U2 2006.

Yeah yeah

All is quiet on New Year's Day

A world in white gets underway

I want to be with you

Be with you night and day

Nothing changes on New Year's Day

On New Year's Day

I will be with you again

Under a blood-red sky

A crowd has gathered in black and white

Arms entwined like a chosen few,

The newspapers says it's true

It's true, it's true

And we can break through,

Though torn in two, we can be one

I will begin again

I, I will begin again

Maybe just once, just once

Close your eyes and imagine it's Jason McActeer

I will be with you again

Again

U2 "Out Of Control" (live from Slane)

Monday morning

Eighteen years of dawning

I said how long

Said how long

It was one dull morning

I woke the world with bawling

I was so sad

They were so glad

Show myself

Getting out my soul

I got big ideas

I'm out of control

Oh oh oh

Boys and girls

Go to school, and girls

They make children

Not like this one

Show myself

Yeah, I got my soul

I got big ideas

I'm out of control

Oh oh oh

On the bass, from Malahide, Adam Clayton

On the drums, from the Artaine Boys Band, Larry Mullen Jnr.

And this is the Edge. I don't know where we got him.

Some might say it

I'm out of control

Big ideas

I'm out of control

Oh oh oh

My my, oh now, my oh my

There's some big ideas. Father, I need a lend of 500 pounds 'cause we're gonna go over to London. We're gonna score ourselves a record deal. And when we get our record deal, we're not gonna stay in London. We're not gonna go to New York City. We're gonna stay and base our crew in Dublin 'cause these people, this is our tribe. But I still need a lend of 500 pounds. What do you say, my old man? 500 pounds, I want to thank my old man for that 500 pounds. I want to thank Larry Mullen's father for 500 pounds. The Edge's mother and father for 500 pounds. Adam Clayton's family for 500 pounds. And by now, you've probably all given us about 500 pounds each, so thank you.

I'm out of control

I fought fate

There's blood at the garden gate

The man said childhood

It's in your childhood

One day I'll die

The choice will not be mine

Will it be too late

You can't fight fate

Show my mama

I got soul

I got big ideas

I'm out of control

U2 "Sunday Bloody Sunday" (live from Slane)

"We were trying to be the Who meets the Clash. I spent minutes on these things rather than hours. So 'Sunday Bloody Sunday,' which was supposed to contrast Easter Sunday with the death of thirteen protesters in Derry on Bloody Sunday, didn't quite come off. And yet melodically and the suggestion of the lyrics stood up to the test of time. I've changed the lyrics when I sing it now just to make it more believable for myself. I don't think anyone else notices. But that's a great song - mostly Edge's song." - Bono, Rolling Stone 2005.

I can't believe the news today

I can't close my eyes and make it go away

How long, how long must we sing this song

How long, how long

Tonight we can be as one, tonight

Broken bottles under children's feet

And bodies strewn across the dead end street

But I won't heed the battle call

Puts my back up

My back up against the wall

Sunday bloody Sunday

Alright, go

And it's true, we are immune

When fact is fiction, TV reality

And today the soldiers ride

We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

Sunday bloody Sunday

How long, how long must we sing this song

How long, how long

'Cause tonight we can be as one

Tonight, tonight

Tonight, tonight, tonight

Lift yourselves up

Don't need anymore

Put your hands in the sky

Put your hands in the air

If you're the praying kind

Turn this song into a prayer

Put your hands in the sky

Put your hands in the air

If you're the praying kind

'Cause we're not going back there

No more

No paratroopers

No petrol bombs

No Sarasin

No UDA

No IRA

We're not going back there

We put our hands in the sky

We put our hands in the air

We thank the brave man

Who made a brave choice

Wipe your tears away

Three years after Omagh

We turn a song into a prayer

Three years after Omagh

Wipe your tears away

Sunday bloody Sunday

Wipe your blood

Sunday bloody Sunday

Wipe your tears away

Sunday bloody Sunday

We're so sick of it

We've had enough

This battle's yet begun

There's many lost, tell me who has won

Though the battle's yet begun

To claim the victory Jesus made

Sunday bloody Sunday

Give it up

Compromise is not a dirty word

Compromise

Sunday bloody Sunday

Breda

Sunday bloody Sunday

Sean

Sunday bloody

Julie

Sunday bloody Sunday

Gareth

Sunday bloody Sunday

Sean

Sunday bloody Sunday

Geraldine

SBS

Jolene

Philomena Skelton

Gareth Conway

Breda Devine

Lorraine Wilson

Samantha McFaraland

Julia Hughes

Elizabeth Rush

Rico Abad-Amos

Fernando Blasco Baselga

Esther Gibson

Ann McCombe

Veda Short

Adrian Gallagher

Alan Rudford

Fred White

His son Brian White

Brian CcCrory

Sean McGrath

29 people too many

(Side note: so you don't think Bono's gone senile, in his initial listing of first names,

there were two different Seans that were victims of the Omagh bombing.)

U2 "Wake Up Dead Man" (live from Slane)

"'Wake Up Dead Man' was something Edge had from the Zooropa sessions. It was a big Gothic rock song, which didn't seem right for this album. Towards the end of the sessions we dusted it off, stripped it down and did a very sparse, electric version of it. It's a very hard-hitting song." - Bono, U2 By U2 2006.

Jesus, Jesus help me

I'm alone in this world

And a fucked up world it is too

Tell me, tell me the story

The one about eternity

And the way it's all gonna be

Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, I'm waiting here boss

I know you're looking out for us

But maybe your hands aren't free

Your father, he made the world in seven

He's in charge of Heaven

Will you put a word in for me

Wake up, wake up dead man

U2 "Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of" (live from Slane)

"I think other people who have lost a mate to suicide will all tell you the same thing-just the overpowering guilt that you weren't there for that person. As anyone around here will tell you, friendship is a thing that I hold very sacred. Cocteau, I think he only wrote one serious essay in his life, and it was on the subject of friendship-friendship is higher than love... Can you really be that busy that you don't notice your mate on the slide, as it were?... I just remember feeling this overpowering sense of guilt. And then anger. and then annoyance. That song is an argument. It's a row between mates. You're trying to slap somebody around the face, trying to wake them up out of an idea. In my case it's a row I didn't have while he was alive." - Bono, Rolling Stone 2001.

Hey yeah, yeah now

Love song

Soul

I'm not afraid of anything in this world

There's nothing you can throw at me

That I haven't already heard

I'm just trying to find a decent melody

A song that I can sing in my own company, love

Never thought you were a fool

But darling, look at you

You gotta stand up straight, carry your own weight

These tears are going nowhere, baby

You've got to get yourself together

You've got stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of

Don't say that later will be better

Now you're stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it

I will not forsake the colours that you bring

But the nights you filled with fireworks

They left you with nothing

I am still enchanted by a light you brought to me

Still listen through your ears

Through your eyes I can see

You are such a fool to worry like you do

I know it's tough and you can never get enough

Of what you don't really need now, my oh my

You've got to get yourself together

You've got stuck in a moment, now you can't get out of it

Oh love, look at you now

You've got yourself stuck in a moment and you can't get out of it

I was unconscious, half asleep

The water is warm till you discover how deep

I wasn't jumping, for me it was a fall

It's a long way down to nothing at all

You've got to get yourself together

You've got stuck in a moment, now you can't get out of it

Don't say that later will be better

Now you're stuck in a moment, now you can't get out of it

Sing, Edge

And if the night runs over

And if the day won't last

And if your way should falter

Along that stony pass

And if the night runs over

And if the days won't last

And if your way should falter

Along this stony pass

It's just a moment, this time will pass

U2 "Kite" (live from Slane)

"I had a bit of a fright, basically, and the song Kite comes out of that too. I hadn't been around for a while and was determined to do the proper Dad thing. I took the kids to Killiney Hill in Dublin county to fly a kite. Up it went and immediately down it came, and smashed to smithereens. The kids just looked at me: 'Come on dad, let's go and play some video games.' How cruel is that?" - Bono, Q 2001.

This is Kite, this is for Bob Hewson

Something is about to give

I can feel it coming

I think I know what it is

I'm not afraid to die

I'm not afraid to live

And when I'm flat on my back

I hope to feel like I did

And hardness, it sets in

You need some protection

The thinner the skin

I want you to know

That you don't need me anymore

I want you to know

You don't need anyone or anything at all

Who's to say where the wind will take you

Who's to say what it is will break you

I don't know which way the wind will blow

Who's to know when the time has come around

I don't wanna see you cry

But I know that this is not goodbye

In summer I can taste the salt of the sea

There's a kite blowing out of control on a breeze

I wonder what's gonna happen to you

You wonder what has happened to me

I'm a man, I'm not a child

I'm a man who sees the shadow behind your eyes

Who's to say where the wind will take you

Who's to say what it is will break you

I don't know which way the wind will blow

Who's to know when the time has come around

I don't wanna see you cry

But I know that this is not goodbye

Goodbye

Did I waste it

Not so much I couldn't taste it

Life should be fragrant

Rooftop to the basement

The last of the rockstars

When hip-hop drove the big cars

In the time when new media

Was the big idea

That was the big idea

Communication

Did I waste it

Not so much I couldn't taste it

Life should be fragrant

Rooftop to the basement

The last of the opera stars

When hip-hop drove the big cars

In the time when new media

Was the big idea

It was the big idea

Talk to each other

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terça-feira, 27 de novembro de 2012

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