U2: Rattle and Hum (1988) - full transcript
This film documents the 1987 North American tour of the great rock band U2. Fresh with their success of their best selling album "The Joshua Tree", the band plays monster gigs. Along the way, the band takes the opportunity to indulge in some special musical activities like playing with B.B. King and performing "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking" with a famous church choir. All the while, concert footage of the band's biggest hits on tour are featured while Bono speaks his mind on the problems of his homeland.
This song...
Charles Manson stole from The Beatles.
We're stealing it back.
When you get
to the bottom
You go back to
the top of the slide
And you stop,
and you turn
And you go
for a ride
Then you get
to the bottom
Then you see me again
Hey, hey, hey
Do you, don't you
want me to love you?
Yeah
Coming down fast,
l'm right here above you
Yeah
Tell me, tell me,
tell me the answer
Ain't no lover,
but you ain't no dancer
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Ooh
Do you, don't you
want me to make you?
l'm coming down fast,
now, don't let me break you
Yeah
Tell me, tell me,
tell me the answer
You ain't no lover,
but you ain't no dancer
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Ooh
When you get
to the bottom
You go back
to the top of the slide
And you turn,
and you stop
And you go for a ride
Then you get to the bottom
Then you see me again
Hey, hey, hey
Do you, don't you
want me to love you?
Yeah
Coming down fast,
l'm right here above you
Yeah
Tell me, tell me,
tell me the answer
You ain't no lover,
but you ain't no dancer
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Ooh
And again!
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Ooh
Hold me now
Oh, hold me now
Till this hour
Has gone around
And l'm gone
On the rising tide
For to face
Van Diemen's land
lt's a bitter pill
l swallow here
To be rent
From one so dear
We fought for justice
And not for gain
But the magistrate
Sent me away
Hold me now
Oh, hold me now
Till this hour
Has gone around
And l'm gone
On the rising tide
For to face
Van Diemen's land
ls film
expensive, Phil?
No.
Just checking.
Cheapest thing.
What do
you think?
ls that
beer coming?
We're here
in Dublin
recording the new songs,
right?
l knew this would never work.
What has
happened, um,
between...
the writing
of the, uh,
Joshua Tree
album,
recording the Joshua Tree album,
and, uh...
the tour and now
the new songs?
Adam.
Um...
Whooo!
Lover,
l'm off the street
Gonna go
where the bright lights
And big city meet
With a red guitar
On fire
Desire
She's a candle
Burning in my room
l'm like a needle
Needle and spoon
Over the counter
With a shotgun
Pretty soon
Everybody got one
And the fever
Getting higher
Desire
Desire
Oh, yeah
And the fever
When l'm beside her
Desire
Desire
Burning
l'm burning
Whoo!
She's the firework
l'm exploding
She's the spark,
spark, baby
See, l'm going
l was asleep
With 1,000 lovers
l've been to bed
With 100 others
Here we go.
For the love of money,
money, money, money, money
Money, money, money,
money, money
Money, money, money,
money, money, money
Money, money, money,
money, money, money
Money, money, money,
money, money, money
Money, money, money,
money, money, money
The fever
Getting higher
Desire
Desire
Desire
Desire
Oh, yeah
What's this film about?
lt's sort of a musical
journey, really,
you know?
Sounds good.
l was a little
worried there
for a second.
Oh, it's, uh,
it's a musical
journey.
That's really
what it is.
What the movie is...
is about
is when a band
is developing,
it goes through
certain stages,
and for us,
like, we're not
the same band
we were when we
recorded the War album,
for instance.
And we captured that on
Under a Blood Red Sky,
and we just
wanted to capture
this period of...
of the band
to...
Ah, fuck it.
l don't know.
That's Larry
doing the...
What's the film about?
lt's a musical
journey.
lt's about music...
l hope.
At least,
that's what you said
it was going
to be about.
You know
he got the cure
You know he went astray
He used to stay awake
To drive the dreams
he had away
He wanted to believe
ln the hands of love
The hands of love
Oh!
Oh!
His head,
it felt heavy
As he cut
across the land
A dog started crying
Like a brokenhearted man
ln the howling wind
ln the howling wind
He went deeper
into black
Deeper into white
He sees the stars shine
like nails in the night
He felt the healing,
healing
Healing hands of love
Like the stars
shining from above
His hand in his pocket
His finger on the steel
The pistol weighed heavy
His heart he could feel
Was beating, beating,
beating, beating
Oh, my love, my love,
my love, my love
They say
the hands that build...
They say
the hands that build...
can also pull down.
Even the hands
of love.
Even the hands of love!
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Glo...
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Glo...
Gloria
Thank you.
Well,
we wrote the song
l Still Haven't Found
What l'm Looking For,
which is a gospel song
pretty much.
lt doesn't sound much like
a gospel song
the way we do it,
but if you look
at the lyric
and the basic music,
that's exactly
what it is.
We got a cassette
from a friend
of ours
at lsland Records
of a gospel choir
covering the song,
and it sounded
like--
lt sounded
totally different,
but it sounded
really exciting and new.
So we traveled
down to Harlem
and visited
this church
in the middle
of Harlem
where this choir
were going through
a rehearsal,
and we played
with them
and got the idea
to do
a kind of combination arrangement.
My own conga.
My very own conga.
l have climbed
The highest
mountain
l have run
Through
the fields
Only to be
with you
Only to be
with you
l have run
l have crawled
l have scaled
These city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you
But l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
But l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
l have kissed
Honey lips
Felt the healing
ln her fingertips
You're burning
like a fire
Burning hot as fire
This burning desire
Burning with desire
l have spoke
With the tongue
of angel
l have held
The hand of the devil
lt was warm
in the night
ln the night
l was cold
as a stone
Cold as stone
But l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
But l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
All right.
Sing with me.
But l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
But l still
But l still
Haven't found
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
Oh, no
Oh, oh,
oh, oh
But l still
But l still
Haven't found
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
No
l believe
l believe
ln the kingdom come
Kingdom come
All the colors
Bleed into one
Ooh
Oh
l believe it
You know l do
Well
But l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
No, no, no,
no, no, whoo
But l still
No, l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
Haven't found
what l'm looking for
Searching high,
searching wide
But l still
No, l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
For
Whoo
Hear me now,
my brother
l need some freedom
Freedom for my people
l want some freedom
Freedom
Freedom, freedom
For my people
l'd like some freedom
l need some freedom
For my people
Freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom for my people
l need some freedom...
ln the shit house,
a shotgun
Praying hands
hold me down
lf only the hunter
was hunted
ln this tin-can town
Tin-can town
No stars in the black night
Looks like
the sky fall down
No sun in the daylight
Looks like it's
Chained to the ground
Chained to the ground
The warden said
"The exit's sold"
lf you want a way out
Silver and--
Broken back
to the ceiling
Broken nose
to the floor
l scream, and the sounds
just come in
lt crawls under the door
There's a rope
around my neck
And there's a
Trigger in your gun
Jesus, say something
l am someone
l am someone
l am someone
Captains and kings
ln the ship's hold
They came to collect
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Ooh
Ooh
l see the coming
and the going
l've seen them
captains and kings
l've seen their
navy blue uniform
See them bright
and shiny things
Bright and shiny things
Yeah
The temperature
is rising
The fever white-hot
Mister,
l ain't got nothin'
But it's more
than you got
Chains no longer bind me
Not the shackles
at my feet
Outside
are the prisoners
lnside the free
Set them free
Set them free
A prizefighter
in a corner is told
Hit where it hurts
For silver and gold
Silver and gold
Yeah.
Silver and Gold.
This song was written
in a hotel room
in New York City...
round about the time
a friend of ours,
Little Steven,
was putting together
a record
of artists
against apartheid.
lt's a song written
about a man...
in a shantytown
outside
of Johannesburg...
A man who's sick
of looking
down the barrel
of white
South Africa,
a man who is
at the point
where he is ready
to take up arms
against
his oppressor...
A man who
has lost faith
in the peacemakers
of the west
while they argue
and while they fail
to support a man
like Bishop Tutu...
and his request
for economic sanctions
against South Africa.
Am l bugging you?
l don't mean
to bug you.
O.K., Edge,
play the blues.
Have you already started writing
for this
next album,
and being
so influenced
by American music,
will it incorporate
some American music?
We went to Sun Studios
in Memphis.
Even though it's been
a barbershop
and even though
it's been
a few other things,
like a store,
the exact same
studio exists
and even the same tiles.
And we got Cowboy
Jack Clement down.
He recorded
Jerry Lee Lewis'
Whole Lotta Shakin'
Goin' On.
And we recorded five new songs
in five hours.
Angel Of Harlem.
Larry Mullen, Jr.
l don't have
a mike on.
You don't know
what l'm saying.
lf l had those feet,
l wouldn't want them
in the film.
lf l had a head
like yours,
l'd bleedin' bury it.
lt was a cold and wet
December day
When we touched
the ground at JFK
lt was sunset
over Uncle Sam
Charlie and the birdman
And Angel
New York
like a Christmas tree
At night,
this city belongs to me
Angel
Soul love
This love
won't let me go
Oh, oh, oh
So long
Angel of Harlem
Blue light
on the avenue
God knows
when they got to you
Strung out,
you learn to sing
Your eyes swollen
like a bee sting
Birdland on 53
The streets sound
like a symphony
We got John Coltrane
and the Love Supreme
Miles,
and she's got to be
An angel
Soul love
Well, this love
won't let me go
So long
Angel of Harlem
Mmm, hmm, hmm
Ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah
Well, when you're on the road
for that long,
sometimes you just feel
like doing something
that isn't
on the schedule
and just shaking it up
a bit.
lt's just, like,
music can get so boring,
so conservative,
so predictable.
We've got
a flatbed truck set up
in front of the plaza
with your gear.
Whenever you're ready,
we can go.
We're ready
right now.
We've got to work out
All Along the Watchtower.
Who do we know
that knows the words to
All Along
the Watchtower?
There must be
some way out of here
What's going on?
We could try it
in C.
There must be
some way out of here
B, C, A-flat--
A-sharp, rather.
O.K.
"There must be
some way out of here"
Said the joker
to the thief
"There is
too much confusion here"
"l can't get
no relief"
l think
that's close.
ls that O.K.?
Are we going?
Let's go.
"There must be
some way out of here"
Said the joker
to the thief
"There is too much
confusion here"
"l can't get
no relief"
"Businessmen,
they drink my wine"
"Plowmen
dig my earth"
"None of them know
along the line"
"What any of this
is worth, yeah"
"No reason
to get excited"
The thief,
he kindly spoke
"There are many
among us, yeah"
"Who think that life
is but a joke"
"But you and l,
we've been through that"
"And that is not
our fate"
"So let us
not talk falsely now"
"Because the hour
is getting late"
Hey, hey, hey
Uh, uh, uh
All along
the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While her husband
came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Yeah.
"Rock 'n' roll...
stops the traffic."
All l've got
is a red guitar
Three chords,
and the truth
All l've got
is a red guitar
The rest is up to you
"There's no reason
to get excited"
The thief,
he kindly spoke
"There are some
among us here"
"Who say that life is
just a joke"
"You and l,
we've been through that"
"And that is not our fate,
at least today"
"So let us
not talk falsely now"
"Because the hour
is getting late, late"
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah,
hey, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
ln God's Country.
Desert sky
Dream
beneath the desert sky
The rivers run,
but soon run dry
We need
new dreams tonight
Desert rose
Dreamed l saw
a desert rose
Her dress torn
in ribbons and in bows
Like a siren,
she calls to me
Sleep comes
like a drug
ln God's country
Sad eyes,
crooked crosses
ln God's country,
yeah
Yeah
Naked flame
She stands,
a naked flame
l stand with the sons
of Cain
Burned
by the fire of love
Burned by the fire
of love
Whoa, oh, oh,
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, whoa
Thank you.
Thank you
very much.
That was good.
Really smashing
the cymbals there, huh?
You want
to change this?
Pass me a tissue
please, Fintan.
Thank you.
Right, with the B.B. King song,
watch
for the third verse.
Not the first verse,
the first chorus,
not the second
verse--
But the third verse.
But the third
verse,
which comes
after the chorus.
l start to count.
Then you come in.
Keep looking at me.
Stand beside me.
We should all
look at Larry?
Just be in the right.
Make sure because
when we get on there,
so we're all prepared, just stand
beside me-- boom, and in--
because Edge is on a completely
different timing, as usual.
Let me introduce to you--
l'd like
to introduce to you
somebody whose music we've
just come to know and love
over the last year
or so
and his incredible band.
This is B.B. King
and B.B. King's band here.
Where's B.B.?
Believe it or not,
B.B. King came
to Dublin, lreland.
He was playing in this club
in Dublin, lreland,
and we wrote
this song for him.
lt's called
When Love Comes To Town.
l went to listen
to the tape.
l was able to kind of get
some of it together.
l hope you liked
the song.
l love the song.
l think that the lyric
is really...
Real heavy lyrics.
You're mighty young
to write such heavy lyrics.
Ha ha ha!
You know, l'm one of those
rebel-like guys.
l like
to get in there
and see
what's going on.
Break the mold
a little.
That's right. Yeah.
They kind of...
look at me
kind of weird.
They say,
"Here he is, a 62-year-old,
and look what
he's trying to do."
You're 62?
Yeah, l'm 62.
l'm no good
with chords,
so what we do is...
get somebody else
to play chords, and--
Well, Edge
will do that.
There's not much chords
in this song.
l think
there's only two.
l'm horrible
with chords.
l don't know
what to do there.
l'm just--
l'm just--
Go ahead. yeah.
Was that a joke?
Ha ha!
l was a sailor,
l was lost at sea
l was under the waves
before love rescued me
l was a fighter,
l could turn on a thread
But l stand accused
of the things l've said
When love
comes to town
l'm gonna jump
that train
When love
comes to town
l'm gonna catch
that flame
Baby,
l was wrong
To ever
let you down
But l did
what l did
Before love
came to town
l used to make love
under the red sunset
l was making promises
l was soon to forget
"Pale as the lace on her wedding gown."
Are you scared?
"l left her standing
before love came to town."
Ran into a juke joint
When l heard
a guitar scream
The notes
were turning blue
And l fell
into a dream
As the music played
l saw my life
turn around
But that was the day
before love came to town
When love
comes to town
l'm gonna catch
that train
When love comes
to town
l'm gonna catch
that flame
Baby,
l was wrong
To ever
let you down
But l did
what l did
Before love
came to town
Hey, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah
"l held the scabbard
when the soldier drew the sword.
l threw the dice
when they pierced his side,
but l've seen love
conquer the great divide."
When love comes to town,
l'm gonna jump that train
When love comes to town,
l'm gonna catch that flame
Baby, l was wrong
to ever let you down
But l did
what l did
Before love
came to town
Thank you. Good night!
Ha ha ha!
All right.
Might as well go for it.
Lot of emotion right there.
That's all right,
young man.
That's all right.
See the sun rise
over her skin
Don't change it
Woo!
See the sun rise
over her...
Yo!
Thumb a lift
there, Edge.
Dawn changes everything
Everything
And the Delta sun
Burns bright
and violent
Mississippi
and the cotton wool heat
66, a highway speaks
Of deserts dry
Of cool
green valleys
Gold and silver
mines...
l was
a little bit disturbed
about going to Graceland,
to be honest,
because unlike what some
of the other guys are saying,
l loved the Elvis movies.
l used to watch them
because it was great to see
a film star
who was a musician.
ln every single one
of his movies,
he wasn't acting
as a car salesman.
He was acting
as a car salesman
who loved
to play guitar.
l really related to that
because l worked myself
for a couple of years.
l was a glorified
messenger boy,
but l loved
to play the drums.
l related to that.
l loved the Elvis movies.
Over her skin
She feels like water
in my hand
Freeway like a river
cuts through this land
lnto the side of love
like a burning spear
And the poison rain
brings a flood of fear
Through
the ghost ranch here
Can we get a photograph
on the bike?
Um, well,
we can--ha ha!
How about the snowmobile?
The snowmobile.
Well, this man--
What Harley-Davidson means
to this man, you would not know.
How about--
How about
off-camera?
That would be fine.
Just like
a personal photograph.
We'll keep this away.
O.K.,
you can do that.
ln this heartland
Heaven knows,
this is the heartland
Heart, heartland,
Hey, yeah
Heaven knows,
this is the heartland
Heartland
Heartland
l was worried
that our involvement,
that us going
to Graceland
would take away from him
and take away from us.
When l got there,
l enjoyed it and all that,
but seeing the graves
and, like,
the eternal flame and all that
just seemed--
it seemed very distant.
l wish he hadn't been
buried in there--
in the, uh,
back garden.
l really wish
that he'd been buried somewhere
where l couldn't have gone.
l would have felt better.
l don't know why.
lt's just one of
those things, you know.
lf you twist
and turn away
lf you tear yourself
in two again
lf l could,
you know l would
lf l could,
l would let it go
Surrender
Dislocate
lf l could throw
this lifeless lifeline
To the wind
Leave
this heart of clay
See you walk,
walk away
lnto the night
Through the day
lf l could,
through myself
Set your spirit free
l'd lead
your heart away
See you break,
break away
lnto the light
Through the day
lnto the half-light
Through the flame
Singing
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
So let it go,
uh-huh
And so fade away
So let it go,
uh-huh
And so fade away
Wide-awake
l'm wide-awake
Wide-awake
l'm not sleeping
Oh, no
l'm not sleeping
lf they should ask
Well, maybe they'd tell me
what l should say
True colors fly
in blue and black
Through silken sky
and burnin' flag
Colors crash,
collide in bloodshot eyes
lf l could,
you know l would
lf l could,
l would let it go
This desperation
Separation
Condemnation
ln temptation
lsolation,
revelation
lsolation,
revelation
Let it go, uh-huh
And so fade away
Let it go, uh-huh
And so fade
Fade
Fade away
Not fade away
No, no
Not fade away
No, no
Not fade away
Hey, hey
Let it go, uh-huh
And so fade away
So let it go,
uh-huh
And so fade
Fade
Fade away
Fade away
Not fade away
No, no
Not fade away
Hey, hey, ooh
Wide-awake
l'm wide-awake
Wide-awake
l'm not sleeping
Oh, no
l'm not sleeping
Oh, no
Good-bye,
Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang
a name on you?
Good-bye,
Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang
a name on you?
Pleased to meet you
l hope
you guess my name
Oh, yeah
You know,
l'm pleased to meet you
l hope
you guess my name
Oh, yeah
So let it go,
uh-huh
And so fade away
So let it go,
uh-huh
Fade, fade
Fade away
Oh!
l want to run
l want to hide
l want to tear down
the walls
That hold me inside
l want to reach out
And touch the flame, yeah
Where the streets
have no name
Whoa
l want to feel
Sunlight on my face
l see the dust cloud
disappear
Without a trace
l want to take shelter
From the poison rain, yeah
Where the streets
have no name
Oh
Where the streets
have no name
Where the streets
have no name
Still building,
then burning down love
Burning down love
And when l go there
l go there with you
lt's all l can do
Yeah!
The city's a flood
Your love turns to rust
We're beaten
and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
l'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets
have no name
Oh, yeah!
Where the streets
have no name
Where the streets
have no name
Still building,
then burning down love
Burning down love
And when l go there
l go there with you
lt's all l can do
l can do it!
Oh
Oh
Hey!
Oh
Oh
All right!
Where the streets
have no name
Where the streets
have no name
Still building,
then burning down love
Burning down love
And when l go there
l go there with you
lt's all l can do
Yeah
Oh, darling
Oh, my darling
l want to go there
with you, yeah
Yeah!
All right!
Thank you.
Sleep, sleep tonight
And may your dreams
be realized
lf the thunder cloud
passes rain
So let it rain,
rain down on him
Mmm
So let it be
Mmm
So let it be
Sleep, sleep tonight
And may your dreams
be realized
lf the thunder cloud
passes rain
So let it rain,
let it rain
Rain on him
See the stone
set in your eyes
See the thorn
twist in your side
l'll wait for you
Sleight of hand
and twist of fate
On a bed of nails,
she makes me wait
And l wait without you
With or without you
With or without you
Through the storm,
we reach the shore
You give it all,
but l want more
And l'm waiting for you
With or without you
With or without you, oh
l can't live
With or without you
Yeah, you
And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away
My hands are tied
My body bruised
She got me with
nothing to win
And nothing left to lose
And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away
With or without you
With or without you, oh
l can't live
with or without you
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
With or without you
With or without you, oh
l can't live
with or without you
With or without you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Thank you.
Yeah, we'll shine like stars
in the summer night
We'll shine like stars
in the winter light
One heart, one hope,
one love
With or without you
With or without you, oh
l can't live
with or without you
With or without you
There are--There are
people who would say
that you shouldn't
mix music and politics
or sport and politics
or whatever,
but l think that's
kind of bullshit.
ln the howling wind
Comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails
lnto the souls
on the tree of pain
From the firefly
Red-orange glow
l see the face of fear
Running scared
in the valley below
Sky
Whoo
Sky...
Whoo
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
ln the locust wind
Comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel
And the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed
You raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses
See the flames,
higher and higher
Sky
Whoo
Sky...
Whoo
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
Yeah
All right...
now it's you.
So this guy comes up to me
His face red, like a rose
on a thorn bush
Like all the colors
of a royal flush
And he's peeling off
those dollar bills
Slapping 'em down
100!
200!
And l can see
those fighter planes
l can see
those fighter planes
Across the mud huts
where the children sleep
Through the valleys
and the quiet city streets
We take the staircase
to the first floor
We turn the key
and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes
into his saxophone
And through the walls,
we hear the city groan
Outside, it's America
Outside, it's America
So back in the hotel room
With John Coltrane
and the Love Supreme
ln the next room,
l hear some woman scream out
That her lover
is turning off
Turning on the television
Well, l can't
tell the difference
Between ABC News,
Hill Street Blues
And the preacher
of the Old Time Gospel Hour
Stealing money
from the sick and the old
Well, the god
l believe in
lsn't short of cash, mister
l feel a long way
From the hills
of San Salvador
Where the sky is ripped open
And the rain pours
through a gaping wound
Pelting the women
and children
Pelting the women
and children
Who run...who run...
lnto the arms...
Of America
And so she woke up
She woke up from where
she was lying still
Said l--l gotta
do something
About where l'm going
Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain
Maybe run from the darkness
in the night
Singing ha,
ha la la la de day
Ha la la la de day
Ha la la de day
Mmm
Sweet the sin
But bitter the taste
in my mouth
l see seven towers
But l only see
one way out
You got to cry
without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising
your voice
You know,
l took the poison
From the poison stream
Then l floated
out of here
Singing ha,
ha la la la de day
Ha la la la de day
Ha la la de day
Oh...ooh
Ooh, oh
She runs
through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud
in the rain
ln through a doorway
she brings me
White gold and pearls
stolen from the sea
She is raging,
she is raging
And the storm blows up
in her eyes
She will suffer
the needle chill
She's running to stand...
Still
l'm still running
Still running
Still running, yeah
l'm still running
Still running
Still running
Still running
Still running
Still running
l'm still running
Still running
l don't--
l'm not even sure
that that song
should be in the film--
Sunday
Bloody Sunday--
because l--
you know, that day,
the day of the Enniskillen,
uh...bombing,
you know, will soon
long since
be forgotten,
and people
will not understand
the way we felt
onstage.
Well, here we are,
the lrish in America.
The lrish have been
coming to America for years...
going back
to the great famine
when the lrish were on the run
from starvation...
and the British government
that couldn't care less...
right up to today.
You know, there are
more lrish immigrants
here in America today
than ever--
some illegal, some legal.
A lot of them are just running
from high unemployment.
Some run from the troubles
in Northern lreland,
from the hatred of the H-blocks,
the torture--
others from wild acts
of terrorism
like we had today
in a town called Enniskillen,
where 11 people lie dead,
many more injured,
on a Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh
l can't believe
the news today
l 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
Bodies strewn across
a dead-end street
But l won't heed
the battle call
That puts my back up,
my back up against the wall
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
And this battle's yet begun
There's many lost,
but tell me, who has won?
Trenches dug
within our hearts
Mothers, children,
brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
How long, how long
must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
Tonight
We can be as one
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Oh!
Yeah
Yeah
And let me
tell you something.
l've had enough
of lrish-Americans
who haven't been
back to their country
in 20 or 30 years
come up to me
and talk about the resistance,
the revolution
back home...
and the glory
of the revolution
and the glory of dying
for the revolution.
Fuck the revolution!
They don't talk about the glory
of killing for the revolution.
What's the glory...
in taking a man from his bed
and gunning him down
in front of his wife
and his children?
Where's the glory in that?
Where's the glory in bombing
a remembrance day parade
of old-age pensioners,
their medals taken out
and polished up for the day?
Where's the glory in that?
To leave them dying
or crippled for life
or dead under the rubble...
of a revolution...
that the majority of the people
in my country don't want?
No more! Sing!
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your bloodshot eyes
Wipe your tears away
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Once again.
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
And it's true
we are immune
When fact is fiction,
TV a reality
And today the millions die
We eat and drink
while tomorrow they die
- Sunday bloody Sunday
- The real battle's just begun
- Sunday bloody Sunday
- To claim the victory Jesus won
Yeah
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday
bloody Sunday
Sunday
bloody Sunday
Sunday
bloody Sunday
Sunday
bloody Sunday
Sunday
bloody Sunday
One man come
in the name of love
One man come and go
One man come, he to justify
One man to overthrow
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
One man caught
on a barbed wire fence
One man, he resist
One man washed
on an empty beach
One man betrayed with a kiss
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
The Edge!
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh
Early morning,
April 4
A shot rings out
in the Memphis sky
Free at last,
they took your life
They could not take
your pride
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh,
oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh,
oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
For the Reverend
Martin Luther King...
sing.
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
ln the name of love
Ohh, oh
Oh, yeah
Oh
Good night.
God bless you.
You say you want
A diamond and a ring of gold
You say you want
Your story to remain untold
But all the promises we made
From the cradle to the grave
When all l want is you
You say you'll give me
A highway
with no one on it
Treasure
just to look upon it
All the riches in the land
You say you'll give me
Eyes in a moon
of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbor in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all l want is you
You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me
through the night
You say you want
Diamonds and a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love
not to grow cold
Oh, the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all l want is you
You
l want is you
All l want is you
All l want is you
Charles Manson stole from The Beatles.
We're stealing it back.
When you get
to the bottom
You go back to
the top of the slide
And you stop,
and you turn
And you go
for a ride
Then you get
to the bottom
Then you see me again
Hey, hey, hey
Do you, don't you
want me to love you?
Yeah
Coming down fast,
l'm right here above you
Yeah
Tell me, tell me,
tell me the answer
Ain't no lover,
but you ain't no dancer
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Ooh
Do you, don't you
want me to make you?
l'm coming down fast,
now, don't let me break you
Yeah
Tell me, tell me,
tell me the answer
You ain't no lover,
but you ain't no dancer
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Ooh
When you get
to the bottom
You go back
to the top of the slide
And you turn,
and you stop
And you go for a ride
Then you get to the bottom
Then you see me again
Hey, hey, hey
Do you, don't you
want me to love you?
Yeah
Coming down fast,
l'm right here above you
Yeah
Tell me, tell me,
tell me the answer
You ain't no lover,
but you ain't no dancer
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Ooh
And again!
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Ooh
Hold me now
Oh, hold me now
Till this hour
Has gone around
And l'm gone
On the rising tide
For to face
Van Diemen's land
lt's a bitter pill
l swallow here
To be rent
From one so dear
We fought for justice
And not for gain
But the magistrate
Sent me away
Hold me now
Oh, hold me now
Till this hour
Has gone around
And l'm gone
On the rising tide
For to face
Van Diemen's land
ls film
expensive, Phil?
No.
Just checking.
Cheapest thing.
What do
you think?
ls that
beer coming?
We're here
in Dublin
recording the new songs,
right?
l knew this would never work.
What has
happened, um,
between...
the writing
of the, uh,
Joshua Tree
album,
recording the Joshua Tree album,
and, uh...
the tour and now
the new songs?
Adam.
Um...
Whooo!
Lover,
l'm off the street
Gonna go
where the bright lights
And big city meet
With a red guitar
On fire
Desire
She's a candle
Burning in my room
l'm like a needle
Needle and spoon
Over the counter
With a shotgun
Pretty soon
Everybody got one
And the fever
Getting higher
Desire
Desire
Oh, yeah
And the fever
When l'm beside her
Desire
Desire
Burning
l'm burning
Whoo!
She's the firework
l'm exploding
She's the spark,
spark, baby
See, l'm going
l was asleep
With 1,000 lovers
l've been to bed
With 100 others
Here we go.
For the love of money,
money, money, money, money
Money, money, money,
money, money
Money, money, money,
money, money, money
Money, money, money,
money, money, money
Money, money, money,
money, money, money
Money, money, money,
money, money, money
The fever
Getting higher
Desire
Desire
Desire
Desire
Oh, yeah
What's this film about?
lt's sort of a musical
journey, really,
you know?
Sounds good.
l was a little
worried there
for a second.
Oh, it's, uh,
it's a musical
journey.
That's really
what it is.
What the movie is...
is about
is when a band
is developing,
it goes through
certain stages,
and for us,
like, we're not
the same band
we were when we
recorded the War album,
for instance.
And we captured that on
Under a Blood Red Sky,
and we just
wanted to capture
this period of...
of the band
to...
Ah, fuck it.
l don't know.
That's Larry
doing the...
What's the film about?
lt's a musical
journey.
lt's about music...
l hope.
At least,
that's what you said
it was going
to be about.
You know
he got the cure
You know he went astray
He used to stay awake
To drive the dreams
he had away
He wanted to believe
ln the hands of love
The hands of love
Oh!
Oh!
His head,
it felt heavy
As he cut
across the land
A dog started crying
Like a brokenhearted man
ln the howling wind
ln the howling wind
He went deeper
into black
Deeper into white
He sees the stars shine
like nails in the night
He felt the healing,
healing
Healing hands of love
Like the stars
shining from above
His hand in his pocket
His finger on the steel
The pistol weighed heavy
His heart he could feel
Was beating, beating,
beating, beating
Oh, my love, my love,
my love, my love
They say
the hands that build...
They say
the hands that build...
can also pull down.
Even the hands
of love.
Even the hands of love!
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Glo...
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Gloria
G-L-O-R-l-A
Glo...
Gloria
Thank you.
Well,
we wrote the song
l Still Haven't Found
What l'm Looking For,
which is a gospel song
pretty much.
lt doesn't sound much like
a gospel song
the way we do it,
but if you look
at the lyric
and the basic music,
that's exactly
what it is.
We got a cassette
from a friend
of ours
at lsland Records
of a gospel choir
covering the song,
and it sounded
like--
lt sounded
totally different,
but it sounded
really exciting and new.
So we traveled
down to Harlem
and visited
this church
in the middle
of Harlem
where this choir
were going through
a rehearsal,
and we played
with them
and got the idea
to do
a kind of combination arrangement.
My own conga.
My very own conga.
l have climbed
The highest
mountain
l have run
Through
the fields
Only to be
with you
Only to be
with you
l have run
l have crawled
l have scaled
These city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you
But l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
But l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
l have kissed
Honey lips
Felt the healing
ln her fingertips
You're burning
like a fire
Burning hot as fire
This burning desire
Burning with desire
l have spoke
With the tongue
of angel
l have held
The hand of the devil
lt was warm
in the night
ln the night
l was cold
as a stone
Cold as stone
But l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
But l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
All right.
Sing with me.
But l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
But l still
But l still
Haven't found
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
Oh, no
Oh, oh,
oh, oh
But l still
But l still
Haven't found
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
No
l believe
l believe
ln the kingdom come
Kingdom come
All the colors
Bleed into one
Ooh
Oh
l believe it
You know l do
Well
But l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
No, no, no,
no, no, whoo
But l still
No, l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
Haven't found
what l'm looking for
Searching high,
searching wide
But l still
No, l still
Haven't found
What l'm looking for
For
Whoo
Hear me now,
my brother
l need some freedom
Freedom for my people
l want some freedom
Freedom
Freedom, freedom
For my people
l'd like some freedom
l need some freedom
For my people
Freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom for my people
l need some freedom...
ln the shit house,
a shotgun
Praying hands
hold me down
lf only the hunter
was hunted
ln this tin-can town
Tin-can town
No stars in the black night
Looks like
the sky fall down
No sun in the daylight
Looks like it's
Chained to the ground
Chained to the ground
The warden said
"The exit's sold"
lf you want a way out
Silver and--
Broken back
to the ceiling
Broken nose
to the floor
l scream, and the sounds
just come in
lt crawls under the door
There's a rope
around my neck
And there's a
Trigger in your gun
Jesus, say something
l am someone
l am someone
l am someone
Captains and kings
ln the ship's hold
They came to collect
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Ooh
Ooh
l see the coming
and the going
l've seen them
captains and kings
l've seen their
navy blue uniform
See them bright
and shiny things
Bright and shiny things
Yeah
The temperature
is rising
The fever white-hot
Mister,
l ain't got nothin'
But it's more
than you got
Chains no longer bind me
Not the shackles
at my feet
Outside
are the prisoners
lnside the free
Set them free
Set them free
A prizefighter
in a corner is told
Hit where it hurts
For silver and gold
Silver and gold
Yeah.
Silver and Gold.
This song was written
in a hotel room
in New York City...
round about the time
a friend of ours,
Little Steven,
was putting together
a record
of artists
against apartheid.
lt's a song written
about a man...
in a shantytown
outside
of Johannesburg...
A man who's sick
of looking
down the barrel
of white
South Africa,
a man who is
at the point
where he is ready
to take up arms
against
his oppressor...
A man who
has lost faith
in the peacemakers
of the west
while they argue
and while they fail
to support a man
like Bishop Tutu...
and his request
for economic sanctions
against South Africa.
Am l bugging you?
l don't mean
to bug you.
O.K., Edge,
play the blues.
Have you already started writing
for this
next album,
and being
so influenced
by American music,
will it incorporate
some American music?
We went to Sun Studios
in Memphis.
Even though it's been
a barbershop
and even though
it's been
a few other things,
like a store,
the exact same
studio exists
and even the same tiles.
And we got Cowboy
Jack Clement down.
He recorded
Jerry Lee Lewis'
Whole Lotta Shakin'
Goin' On.
And we recorded five new songs
in five hours.
Angel Of Harlem.
Larry Mullen, Jr.
l don't have
a mike on.
You don't know
what l'm saying.
lf l had those feet,
l wouldn't want them
in the film.
lf l had a head
like yours,
l'd bleedin' bury it.
lt was a cold and wet
December day
When we touched
the ground at JFK
lt was sunset
over Uncle Sam
Charlie and the birdman
And Angel
New York
like a Christmas tree
At night,
this city belongs to me
Angel
Soul love
This love
won't let me go
Oh, oh, oh
So long
Angel of Harlem
Blue light
on the avenue
God knows
when they got to you
Strung out,
you learn to sing
Your eyes swollen
like a bee sting
Birdland on 53
The streets sound
like a symphony
We got John Coltrane
and the Love Supreme
Miles,
and she's got to be
An angel
Soul love
Well, this love
won't let me go
So long
Angel of Harlem
Mmm, hmm, hmm
Ooh, ooh,
ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah
Well, when you're on the road
for that long,
sometimes you just feel
like doing something
that isn't
on the schedule
and just shaking it up
a bit.
lt's just, like,
music can get so boring,
so conservative,
so predictable.
We've got
a flatbed truck set up
in front of the plaza
with your gear.
Whenever you're ready,
we can go.
We're ready
right now.
We've got to work out
All Along the Watchtower.
Who do we know
that knows the words to
All Along
the Watchtower?
There must be
some way out of here
What's going on?
We could try it
in C.
There must be
some way out of here
B, C, A-flat--
A-sharp, rather.
O.K.
"There must be
some way out of here"
Said the joker
to the thief
"There is
too much confusion here"
"l can't get
no relief"
l think
that's close.
ls that O.K.?
Are we going?
Let's go.
"There must be
some way out of here"
Said the joker
to the thief
"There is too much
confusion here"
"l can't get
no relief"
"Businessmen,
they drink my wine"
"Plowmen
dig my earth"
"None of them know
along the line"
"What any of this
is worth, yeah"
"No reason
to get excited"
The thief,
he kindly spoke
"There are many
among us, yeah"
"Who think that life
is but a joke"
"But you and l,
we've been through that"
"And that is not
our fate"
"So let us
not talk falsely now"
"Because the hour
is getting late"
Hey, hey, hey
Uh, uh, uh
All along
the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While her husband
came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Yeah.
"Rock 'n' roll...
stops the traffic."
All l've got
is a red guitar
Three chords,
and the truth
All l've got
is a red guitar
The rest is up to you
"There's no reason
to get excited"
The thief,
he kindly spoke
"There are some
among us here"
"Who say that life is
just a joke"
"You and l,
we've been through that"
"And that is not our fate,
at least today"
"So let us
not talk falsely now"
"Because the hour
is getting late, late"
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah,
hey, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
ln God's Country.
Desert sky
Dream
beneath the desert sky
The rivers run,
but soon run dry
We need
new dreams tonight
Desert rose
Dreamed l saw
a desert rose
Her dress torn
in ribbons and in bows
Like a siren,
she calls to me
Sleep comes
like a drug
ln God's country
Sad eyes,
crooked crosses
ln God's country,
yeah
Yeah
Naked flame
She stands,
a naked flame
l stand with the sons
of Cain
Burned
by the fire of love
Burned by the fire
of love
Whoa, oh, oh,
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, whoa
Thank you.
Thank you
very much.
That was good.
Really smashing
the cymbals there, huh?
You want
to change this?
Pass me a tissue
please, Fintan.
Thank you.
Right, with the B.B. King song,
watch
for the third verse.
Not the first verse,
the first chorus,
not the second
verse--
But the third verse.
But the third
verse,
which comes
after the chorus.
l start to count.
Then you come in.
Keep looking at me.
Stand beside me.
We should all
look at Larry?
Just be in the right.
Make sure because
when we get on there,
so we're all prepared, just stand
beside me-- boom, and in--
because Edge is on a completely
different timing, as usual.
Let me introduce to you--
l'd like
to introduce to you
somebody whose music we've
just come to know and love
over the last year
or so
and his incredible band.
This is B.B. King
and B.B. King's band here.
Where's B.B.?
Believe it or not,
B.B. King came
to Dublin, lreland.
He was playing in this club
in Dublin, lreland,
and we wrote
this song for him.
lt's called
When Love Comes To Town.
l went to listen
to the tape.
l was able to kind of get
some of it together.
l hope you liked
the song.
l love the song.
l think that the lyric
is really...
Real heavy lyrics.
You're mighty young
to write such heavy lyrics.
Ha ha ha!
You know, l'm one of those
rebel-like guys.
l like
to get in there
and see
what's going on.
Break the mold
a little.
That's right. Yeah.
They kind of...
look at me
kind of weird.
They say,
"Here he is, a 62-year-old,
and look what
he's trying to do."
You're 62?
Yeah, l'm 62.
l'm no good
with chords,
so what we do is...
get somebody else
to play chords, and--
Well, Edge
will do that.
There's not much chords
in this song.
l think
there's only two.
l'm horrible
with chords.
l don't know
what to do there.
l'm just--
l'm just--
Go ahead. yeah.
Was that a joke?
Ha ha!
l was a sailor,
l was lost at sea
l was under the waves
before love rescued me
l was a fighter,
l could turn on a thread
But l stand accused
of the things l've said
When love
comes to town
l'm gonna jump
that train
When love
comes to town
l'm gonna catch
that flame
Baby,
l was wrong
To ever
let you down
But l did
what l did
Before love
came to town
l used to make love
under the red sunset
l was making promises
l was soon to forget
"Pale as the lace on her wedding gown."
Are you scared?
"l left her standing
before love came to town."
Ran into a juke joint
When l heard
a guitar scream
The notes
were turning blue
And l fell
into a dream
As the music played
l saw my life
turn around
But that was the day
before love came to town
When love
comes to town
l'm gonna catch
that train
When love comes
to town
l'm gonna catch
that flame
Baby,
l was wrong
To ever
let you down
But l did
what l did
Before love
came to town
Hey, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah
"l held the scabbard
when the soldier drew the sword.
l threw the dice
when they pierced his side,
but l've seen love
conquer the great divide."
When love comes to town,
l'm gonna jump that train
When love comes to town,
l'm gonna catch that flame
Baby, l was wrong
to ever let you down
But l did
what l did
Before love
came to town
Thank you. Good night!
Ha ha ha!
All right.
Might as well go for it.
Lot of emotion right there.
That's all right,
young man.
That's all right.
See the sun rise
over her skin
Don't change it
Woo!
See the sun rise
over her...
Yo!
Thumb a lift
there, Edge.
Dawn changes everything
Everything
And the Delta sun
Burns bright
and violent
Mississippi
and the cotton wool heat
66, a highway speaks
Of deserts dry
Of cool
green valleys
Gold and silver
mines...
l was
a little bit disturbed
about going to Graceland,
to be honest,
because unlike what some
of the other guys are saying,
l loved the Elvis movies.
l used to watch them
because it was great to see
a film star
who was a musician.
ln every single one
of his movies,
he wasn't acting
as a car salesman.
He was acting
as a car salesman
who loved
to play guitar.
l really related to that
because l worked myself
for a couple of years.
l was a glorified
messenger boy,
but l loved
to play the drums.
l related to that.
l loved the Elvis movies.
Over her skin
She feels like water
in my hand
Freeway like a river
cuts through this land
lnto the side of love
like a burning spear
And the poison rain
brings a flood of fear
Through
the ghost ranch here
Can we get a photograph
on the bike?
Um, well,
we can--ha ha!
How about the snowmobile?
The snowmobile.
Well, this man--
What Harley-Davidson means
to this man, you would not know.
How about--
How about
off-camera?
That would be fine.
Just like
a personal photograph.
We'll keep this away.
O.K.,
you can do that.
ln this heartland
Heaven knows,
this is the heartland
Heart, heartland,
Hey, yeah
Heaven knows,
this is the heartland
Heartland
Heartland
l was worried
that our involvement,
that us going
to Graceland
would take away from him
and take away from us.
When l got there,
l enjoyed it and all that,
but seeing the graves
and, like,
the eternal flame and all that
just seemed--
it seemed very distant.
l wish he hadn't been
buried in there--
in the, uh,
back garden.
l really wish
that he'd been buried somewhere
where l couldn't have gone.
l would have felt better.
l don't know why.
lt's just one of
those things, you know.
lf you twist
and turn away
lf you tear yourself
in two again
lf l could,
you know l would
lf l could,
l would let it go
Surrender
Dislocate
lf l could throw
this lifeless lifeline
To the wind
Leave
this heart of clay
See you walk,
walk away
lnto the night
Through the day
lf l could,
through myself
Set your spirit free
l'd lead
your heart away
See you break,
break away
lnto the light
Through the day
lnto the half-light
Through the flame
Singing
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
So let it go,
uh-huh
And so fade away
So let it go,
uh-huh
And so fade away
Wide-awake
l'm wide-awake
Wide-awake
l'm not sleeping
Oh, no
l'm not sleeping
lf they should ask
Well, maybe they'd tell me
what l should say
True colors fly
in blue and black
Through silken sky
and burnin' flag
Colors crash,
collide in bloodshot eyes
lf l could,
you know l would
lf l could,
l would let it go
This desperation
Separation
Condemnation
ln temptation
lsolation,
revelation
lsolation,
revelation
Let it go, uh-huh
And so fade away
Let it go, uh-huh
And so fade
Fade
Fade away
Not fade away
No, no
Not fade away
No, no
Not fade away
Hey, hey
Let it go, uh-huh
And so fade away
So let it go,
uh-huh
And so fade
Fade
Fade away
Fade away
Not fade away
No, no
Not fade away
Hey, hey, ooh
Wide-awake
l'm wide-awake
Wide-awake
l'm not sleeping
Oh, no
l'm not sleeping
Oh, no
Good-bye,
Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang
a name on you?
Good-bye,
Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang
a name on you?
Pleased to meet you
l hope
you guess my name
Oh, yeah
You know,
l'm pleased to meet you
l hope
you guess my name
Oh, yeah
So let it go,
uh-huh
And so fade away
So let it go,
uh-huh
Fade, fade
Fade away
Oh!
l want to run
l want to hide
l want to tear down
the walls
That hold me inside
l want to reach out
And touch the flame, yeah
Where the streets
have no name
Whoa
l want to feel
Sunlight on my face
l see the dust cloud
disappear
Without a trace
l want to take shelter
From the poison rain, yeah
Where the streets
have no name
Oh
Where the streets
have no name
Where the streets
have no name
Still building,
then burning down love
Burning down love
And when l go there
l go there with you
lt's all l can do
Yeah!
The city's a flood
Your love turns to rust
We're beaten
and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
l'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets
have no name
Oh, yeah!
Where the streets
have no name
Where the streets
have no name
Still building,
then burning down love
Burning down love
And when l go there
l go there with you
lt's all l can do
l can do it!
Oh
Oh
Hey!
Oh
Oh
All right!
Where the streets
have no name
Where the streets
have no name
Still building,
then burning down love
Burning down love
And when l go there
l go there with you
lt's all l can do
Yeah
Oh, darling
Oh, my darling
l want to go there
with you, yeah
Yeah!
All right!
Thank you.
Sleep, sleep tonight
And may your dreams
be realized
lf the thunder cloud
passes rain
So let it rain,
rain down on him
Mmm
So let it be
Mmm
So let it be
Sleep, sleep tonight
And may your dreams
be realized
lf the thunder cloud
passes rain
So let it rain,
let it rain
Rain on him
See the stone
set in your eyes
See the thorn
twist in your side
l'll wait for you
Sleight of hand
and twist of fate
On a bed of nails,
she makes me wait
And l wait without you
With or without you
With or without you
Through the storm,
we reach the shore
You give it all,
but l want more
And l'm waiting for you
With or without you
With or without you, oh
l can't live
With or without you
Yeah, you
And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away
My hands are tied
My body bruised
She got me with
nothing to win
And nothing left to lose
And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away
With or without you
With or without you, oh
l can't live
with or without you
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
With or without you
With or without you, oh
l can't live
with or without you
With or without you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Thank you.
Yeah, we'll shine like stars
in the summer night
We'll shine like stars
in the winter light
One heart, one hope,
one love
With or without you
With or without you, oh
l can't live
with or without you
With or without you
There are--There are
people who would say
that you shouldn't
mix music and politics
or sport and politics
or whatever,
but l think that's
kind of bullshit.
ln the howling wind
Comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails
lnto the souls
on the tree of pain
From the firefly
Red-orange glow
l see the face of fear
Running scared
in the valley below
Sky
Whoo
Sky...
Whoo
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
ln the locust wind
Comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel
And the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed
You raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses
See the flames,
higher and higher
Sky
Whoo
Sky...
Whoo
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue
Yeah
All right...
now it's you.
So this guy comes up to me
His face red, like a rose
on a thorn bush
Like all the colors
of a royal flush
And he's peeling off
those dollar bills
Slapping 'em down
100!
200!
And l can see
those fighter planes
l can see
those fighter planes
Across the mud huts
where the children sleep
Through the valleys
and the quiet city streets
We take the staircase
to the first floor
We turn the key
and slowly unlock the door
A man breathes
into his saxophone
And through the walls,
we hear the city groan
Outside, it's America
Outside, it's America
So back in the hotel room
With John Coltrane
and the Love Supreme
ln the next room,
l hear some woman scream out
That her lover
is turning off
Turning on the television
Well, l can't
tell the difference
Between ABC News,
Hill Street Blues
And the preacher
of the Old Time Gospel Hour
Stealing money
from the sick and the old
Well, the god
l believe in
lsn't short of cash, mister
l feel a long way
From the hills
of San Salvador
Where the sky is ripped open
And the rain pours
through a gaping wound
Pelting the women
and children
Pelting the women
and children
Who run...who run...
lnto the arms...
Of America
And so she woke up
She woke up from where
she was lying still
Said l--l gotta
do something
About where l'm going
Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain
Maybe run from the darkness
in the night
Singing ha,
ha la la la de day
Ha la la la de day
Ha la la de day
Mmm
Sweet the sin
But bitter the taste
in my mouth
l see seven towers
But l only see
one way out
You got to cry
without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising
your voice
You know,
l took the poison
From the poison stream
Then l floated
out of here
Singing ha,
ha la la la de day
Ha la la la de day
Ha la la de day
Oh...ooh
Ooh, oh
She runs
through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud
in the rain
ln through a doorway
she brings me
White gold and pearls
stolen from the sea
She is raging,
she is raging
And the storm blows up
in her eyes
She will suffer
the needle chill
She's running to stand...
Still
l'm still running
Still running
Still running, yeah
l'm still running
Still running
Still running
Still running
Still running
Still running
l'm still running
Still running
l don't--
l'm not even sure
that that song
should be in the film--
Sunday
Bloody Sunday--
because l--
you know, that day,
the day of the Enniskillen,
uh...bombing,
you know, will soon
long since
be forgotten,
and people
will not understand
the way we felt
onstage.
Well, here we are,
the lrish in America.
The lrish have been
coming to America for years...
going back
to the great famine
when the lrish were on the run
from starvation...
and the British government
that couldn't care less...
right up to today.
You know, there are
more lrish immigrants
here in America today
than ever--
some illegal, some legal.
A lot of them are just running
from high unemployment.
Some run from the troubles
in Northern lreland,
from the hatred of the H-blocks,
the torture--
others from wild acts
of terrorism
like we had today
in a town called Enniskillen,
where 11 people lie dead,
many more injured,
on a Sunday, bloody Sunday.
Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh
l can't believe
the news today
l 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
Bodies strewn across
a dead-end street
But l won't heed
the battle call
That puts my back up,
my back up against the wall
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
And this battle's yet begun
There's many lost,
but tell me, who has won?
Trenches dug
within our hearts
Mothers, children,
brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
How long, how long
must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
Tonight
We can be as one
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Oh!
Yeah
Yeah
And let me
tell you something.
l've had enough
of lrish-Americans
who haven't been
back to their country
in 20 or 30 years
come up to me
and talk about the resistance,
the revolution
back home...
and the glory
of the revolution
and the glory of dying
for the revolution.
Fuck the revolution!
They don't talk about the glory
of killing for the revolution.
What's the glory...
in taking a man from his bed
and gunning him down
in front of his wife
and his children?
Where's the glory in that?
Where's the glory in bombing
a remembrance day parade
of old-age pensioners,
their medals taken out
and polished up for the day?
Where's the glory in that?
To leave them dying
or crippled for life
or dead under the rubble...
of a revolution...
that the majority of the people
in my country don't want?
No more! Sing!
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your bloodshot eyes
Wipe your tears away
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Once again.
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
And it's true
we are immune
When fact is fiction,
TV a reality
And today the millions die
We eat and drink
while tomorrow they die
- Sunday bloody Sunday
- The real battle's just begun
- Sunday bloody Sunday
- To claim the victory Jesus won
Yeah
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday
bloody Sunday
Sunday
bloody Sunday
Sunday
bloody Sunday
Sunday
bloody Sunday
Sunday
bloody Sunday
One man come
in the name of love
One man come and go
One man come, he to justify
One man to overthrow
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
One man caught
on a barbed wire fence
One man, he resist
One man washed
on an empty beach
One man betrayed with a kiss
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
The Edge!
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh
Early morning,
April 4
A shot rings out
in the Memphis sky
Free at last,
they took your life
They could not take
your pride
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh,
oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh,
oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
Ohh, oh, oh, oh
For the Reverend
Martin Luther King...
sing.
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
ln the name of love
What more
in the name of love?
ln the name of love
Ohh, oh
Oh, yeah
Oh
Good night.
God bless you.
You say you want
A diamond and a ring of gold
You say you want
Your story to remain untold
But all the promises we made
From the cradle to the grave
When all l want is you
You say you'll give me
A highway
with no one on it
Treasure
just to look upon it
All the riches in the land
You say you'll give me
Eyes in a moon
of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbor in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all l want is you
You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me
through the night
You say you want
Diamonds and a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love
not to grow cold
Oh, the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all l want is you
You
l want is you
All l want is you
All l want is you