you can reach but you can't grab it
you can't hold it control it you can't bag it
you can push but you can't direct it
circulate regulate oh no you cannot connect it
you know you're chewing bubblegum
you know what that is but you still want some
you just can't get enough of that lovie dovie stuff
you get confused but you know it
yeah you hurt for it woork for it LOVE
you don't always show it
LET GO LET'S GO... DISCOTHEQUE
GO GO... LET GO... DISCOTHEQUE
looking for the one
but you know you're somwhere else instead
you want to be the song
the song that you hear in your head
LOVE
it's not a trick... you can't learn it
it's the way you don't pay that's okey 'cause you can't earn it
you know you'e chewing bubblegum
you know that is but you still want some
'cause you just can't get enough of that lovie dovie stuff
LET GO LET'S GO... DISCOTHEQUE
GO GO... LET GO... DISCOTHEQUE
looking for the one
but you know you're somwhere else instead
I want to be the song
be the song that you hear in your head
LOVE
but you take what you can get
'cause it's all that you can find
oh you know there's something more
but tonight, tonight, tonight
BOOM CHA
BOOM CHA
DISCOTHEQUE
DO YOU FEEL LOVED?
take these hands they're good for nothing
you know this hands have never worked a day
take these boots they're going nowhere
you know these boots they don't want to stray
you got my head filled with songs
you got my shoelaces undone
take my shirt go on take it off me
you can tear it up
if you can tie me down
DO YOU FEEL LOVED? DO YOU FEEL LOVED?
take the colours of my imagination
take the scent hanging in the air
take this tangle of a coversation
and turn it into your own prayer
with my fingers as you want them
with my nails in your side
with my teeth at your back
and my tongue to tell you the sweetest lies
DO YOU FEEL LOVED? DO YOU FEEL LOVED?
love's a bully pushing shoving
in the belly of a woman
heavy rhythm taking over
to stick together
a man and a woman
stick together
man and woman
stick together ...
DO YOU FEEL LOVED?
DO YOU FEEL LOVED?
and it looks like the sun
but it feels like the rain
and there's heat in the sun
to see us through the rain
U2 - Pop Album Lyrics
U2 - Pop Lyrics
Writer: ADAM CLAYTON, DAVE EVANS, LARRY MULLEN, PAUL HEWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Do You Feel Loved
Take these hands they're good for nothing
You know these hands never worked a day
Take these boots they're going nowhere
You know these boots don't want to stray
You got my head filled with songs
You got my shoelaces undone
Take my shirt, go on take it off me
You can tear it up
If you can tie me down
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
Take the colors of my imagination
Take the scent hanging in the air
Take this tangle of a conversation
And turn it into your own prayer
With my fingers as you want them
With my nails under your hide
With my teeth at your back
And my tongue to tell you the sweetest lies
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
And it looks like the sun
But it feels like the rain
Love's a bully pushing and shoving
In the belly of a woman
Heavy rhythm taking over
To stick together
A man and a woman
Stick together
Man and woman
Stick together
And I feel loved
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
And it looks like the sun
But it feels like the rain
And there's heat in the sun
To see us through the rain
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
Do you feel
Do you feel
You know these hands never worked a day
Take these boots they're going nowhere
You know these boots don't want to stray
You got my head filled with songs
You got my shoelaces undone
Take my shirt, go on take it off me
You can tear it up
If you can tie me down
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
Take the colors of my imagination
Take the scent hanging in the air
Take this tangle of a conversation
And turn it into your own prayer
With my fingers as you want them
With my nails under your hide
With my teeth at your back
And my tongue to tell you the sweetest lies
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
And it looks like the sun
But it feels like the rain
Love's a bully pushing and shoving
In the belly of a woman
Heavy rhythm taking over
To stick together
A man and a woman
Stick together
Man and woman
Stick together
And I feel loved
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
And it looks like the sun
But it feels like the rain
And there's heat in the sun
To see us through the rain
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
Do you feel
Do you feel
Writer: Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul Hewson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Mofo
lookin' for to save my soul
lookin' in the places where no flowers grow
lookin' for to fill that GOD shaped hole
mother mother sucking rock and roll
(been around the back... been around the front)
holy dunc, spacejunk comin' in for the splash
white dpoes on punk staring into the flash
lookin' for baby Jesus under the trash
mother mother suckin' rock and roll
mother [scat singing] rock and roll
mother am i still your son, you know i've waited for so long to hear you say so
mother you left and made me someone
now i'm still a child but no one tells me no
lookin' for a sound that's gonna drown out the world
lookin' for the father of my two little girls
got the swing got the sway got my straw in lemonade
still looking for the face I had before the world was made
mother mother sucking rock and roll
bubble poppin' sugar droppin' rock and roll
[scat singing]
woo me sister
move me brother
soothe me mother
rule me father
show me mother
days passin
around each other
lookin' in the places where no flowers grow
lookin' for to fill that GOD shaped hole
mother mother sucking rock and roll
(been around the back... been around the front)
holy dunc, spacejunk comin' in for the splash
white dpoes on punk staring into the flash
lookin' for baby Jesus under the trash
mother mother suckin' rock and roll
mother [scat singing] rock and roll
mother am i still your son, you know i've waited for so long to hear you say so
mother you left and made me someone
now i'm still a child but no one tells me no
lookin' for a sound that's gonna drown out the world
lookin' for the father of my two little girls
got the swing got the sway got my straw in lemonade
still looking for the face I had before the world was made
mother mother sucking rock and roll
bubble poppin' sugar droppin' rock and roll
[scat singing]
woo me sister
move me brother
soothe me mother
rule me father
show me mother
days passin
around each other
Writer: ADAM CLAYTON, DAVE EVANS, LARRY MULLEN, PAUL HEWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
If God Will Send His Angels
Nobody else here baby
Nobody else here to blame
No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain
Nobody made you do it
No one put words in my mouth
No one here taking orders
When love took a train leading south
Nobody else here to blame
No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain
Nobody made you do it
No one put words in my mouth
No one here taking orders
When love took a train leading south
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
Hey if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright
God has got his phone off the hook, babe
Would he even pick up if he could
It's been a while since we saw that child
Hanging 'round this neighbourhood
You see his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus sister's eyes are a blister
The high street never looked so low
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the cops collecting for the cons
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
Well if God will send his angels
Would that make it alright
Where do we go
Where did you go
Where do we go
Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door, angel
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess that it's something to go on
So where is the hope and where is the faith
And the love, what's that you say to me
Does love light up your Christmas tree
The next minute you're blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news
If God will send his angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well if God would send his angels
And I don't have to know how
Where do we go
Where did you go
And I don't need to know why
And I don't want to promise
Where do we go
Where did you go
And I don't want to lie
I just know that I need to
Where do we go
Where did you go
Tonight
Love
Slowly, some night by your door
You take my hand by your door
Slowly, some night by your door
Writer: ADAM CLAYTON, DAVE EVANS, LARRY MULLEN, PAUL HEWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Staring At The Sun
Summer stretching on the grass
Summer dresses pass
In the shade of a willow tree
Creeps a crawling over me
Over me and over you
Stuck together with God's glue
It's gonna get stickier too
It's been a long, hot summer
Let's get under cover
Don't try too hard to think
Don't think at all
Summer dresses pass
In the shade of a willow tree
Creeps a crawling over me
Over me and over you
Stuck together with God's glue
It's gonna get stickier too
It's been a long, hot summer
Let's get under cover
Don't try too hard to think
Don't think at all
Staring at the sun
Staring at the sun
There's an insect in your ear
If you scratch it won't disappear
It's gonna itch and burn and sting
You wanna see what the scratching brings
Waves that leave me out of reach
Breaking on your back a beach
Will we ever live in peace
'Cause those that can't do often have to
And those that can't do often have to preach
Staring at the sun
Staring at the sun
Intransigence is all around
Military still in town
Armor-plated suits and ties
Daddy just won't say goodbye
Referee won't blow the whistle
God is good but will he listen
I'm nearly great but there's something missing
I left it in the duty free
She comes
She never really belonged to me
You're not the only one staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find if you step back inside
Not sucking on my thumb
I'm staring at the sun
I'm not the only one who's happy to go blind
Happy to go blind
Happy to go blind
Happy to go blind
Happy to go
Happy to go
Happy to go blind
Happy to go blind
Happy to go blind
Happy to go
Happy to go
Happy to go
Writer: ADAM CLAYTON, DAVE EVANS, LARRY MULLEN, PAUL HEWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Last Night On Earth
She feels the ground is giving way
Bur she thinks we're better off that way
The more you take the less you feel
The less you know the more you believe
The more you have the more it takes today"
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
SHE DOESN'T CARE WHAT IT'S WORTH
SHE'S LIVING LIKE IT'S THE LAST NIGHT ON EARTH
She's not waiting on a saviour to come
She's at a bus-stop with the NEWS OF THE WORLD
And the sun sun here it comes
She's not waiting for anyone
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
she knows just what it's worth
SHE'S LIVING LIKE IT'S THE LAST NIGHT ON EARTH
Slipping away... slip slide...
(The clock tells her that time is slipping... )
The world turns and we get dizzy
(Minute hands and second sticking... )
Slipping away
(There's something going on she might be missing
the world turns and we get dizzy
Is it spinning for you the way it's spinning for me)
She's living living next week now
You know she's going to pay it back somehow
The future is here at last
The past is too uncomfortable
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
SHE ALREADY KNOWS IT HURTS
SHE'S LIVING LIKE IT'S THE LAST NIGHT ON EARTH
LAST NIGHT ON EARTH
LAST NIGHT ON EARTH
Bur she thinks we're better off that way
The more you take the less you feel
The less you know the more you believe
The more you have the more it takes today"
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
SHE DOESN'T CARE WHAT IT'S WORTH
SHE'S LIVING LIKE IT'S THE LAST NIGHT ON EARTH
She's not waiting on a saviour to come
She's at a bus-stop with the NEWS OF THE WORLD
And the sun sun here it comes
She's not waiting for anyone
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
she knows just what it's worth
SHE'S LIVING LIKE IT'S THE LAST NIGHT ON EARTH
Slipping away... slip slide...
(The clock tells her that time is slipping... )
The world turns and we get dizzy
(Minute hands and second sticking... )
Slipping away
(There's something going on she might be missing
the world turns and we get dizzy
Is it spinning for you the way it's spinning for me)
She's living living next week now
You know she's going to pay it back somehow
The future is here at last
The past is too uncomfortable
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
YOU GOT TO GIVE IT AWAY
SHE ALREADY KNOWS IT HURTS
SHE'S LIVING LIKE IT'S THE LAST NIGHT ON EARTH
LAST NIGHT ON EARTH
LAST NIGHT ON EARTH
Writer: ADAM CLAYTON, DAVE EVANS, LARRY MULLEN, PAUL HEWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Gone
You get to feel so guilty got so much for so little
Then you find that feeling just won't go away
You're holding on to every little thing so tightly
Till there's nothing left for you anyway
GOODBYE YOU CAN KEEP THIS SUIT OF LIGHTS
I'LL BE UP WITH THE SUN
AND NOT COMING DOWN... I'M NOT COMING DOWN
IM NOT COMING DOWN
You wanted to get somewhere so badly
You had to loose yourself along the way
You change a name but that's okay... it's necessary
And what you leave behind you don't miss anyway
GOODBYE YOU CAN KEEP THIS SUIT OF LIGHTS
I'LL BE UP WITH THE SUN
AND NOT COMING DOWN... I'M NOT COMING DOWN
I'M NOT COMING DOWN
AND I'M ALREADY GONE
Felt that way all along
Closer to you every day
Didn't want it that much anyway
You're taking steps that make you feel dizzy
Then you get to like the way it feels
You hurt yourself you hurt your lover
Then you discover...
What you thought was freedom is just greed
Goodbye... no emotional goodnight
I'll be up with the sun
Are you still holding on
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
Then you find that feeling just won't go away
You're holding on to every little thing so tightly
Till there's nothing left for you anyway
GOODBYE YOU CAN KEEP THIS SUIT OF LIGHTS
I'LL BE UP WITH THE SUN
AND NOT COMING DOWN... I'M NOT COMING DOWN
IM NOT COMING DOWN
You wanted to get somewhere so badly
You had to loose yourself along the way
You change a name but that's okay... it's necessary
And what you leave behind you don't miss anyway
GOODBYE YOU CAN KEEP THIS SUIT OF LIGHTS
I'LL BE UP WITH THE SUN
AND NOT COMING DOWN... I'M NOT COMING DOWN
I'M NOT COMING DOWN
AND I'M ALREADY GONE
Felt that way all along
Closer to you every day
Didn't want it that much anyway
You're taking steps that make you feel dizzy
Then you get to like the way it feels
You hurt yourself you hurt your lover
Then you discover...
What you thought was freedom is just greed
Goodbye... no emotional goodnight
I'll be up with the sun
Are you still holding on
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
Writer: KHARI CAIN, LADONNIS CRUMP, JESSE JAMES, KEITH MILLER, BRIAN WILLIAM PARKER, DAVID STOKES, BRIAN WICKER
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, SHELLY BAY MUSIC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, SHELLY BAY MUSIC, BMG Rights Management
Miami
Weather 'round here choppin' and changin'
Surgery in the air
Print shirts and southern accents
Cigars and big hair
We got the wheels and petrol is cheap
Only went there for a week
Got the sun got the sand
Got the batteries in the handycam...
Her eyes all swimming pool blue
Dumb bells on a diving board
Baby's always attracted to the things she's afraid of
Big girl with the sweet tooth
Watches the skinny girl in the photo shoot
Freshmen squeaky clean
She tastes of chlorine
MIAMI MY MAMMY
Love the movies... love to walk those movie sets
Get to shoot someone in the foot
Get to smoke some cigarettes
No big deal we know the score
Just back from the video store
Got the car and the car chase
What's he got inside the case
I want a close up of that face
Here comes the car chase
MIAMI MY MAMMY
MIAMI
I bought two new suits... miami
PINK AND BLUE.. MIAMI
I took a picture of you... miami
Getting hot in a photo booth... miami
I said you looked like a madonna
You said... maybe... said I want to have your baby... BABY
WE COULD MAKE something beautiful
Something that wouldn't be a problem
At least not in... miami
Some places are like your auntie
But there's no place like
MIAMI MY MAMMY
Surgery in the air
Print shirts and southern accents
Cigars and big hair
We got the wheels and petrol is cheap
Only went there for a week
Got the sun got the sand
Got the batteries in the handycam...
Her eyes all swimming pool blue
Dumb bells on a diving board
Baby's always attracted to the things she's afraid of
Big girl with the sweet tooth
Watches the skinny girl in the photo shoot
Freshmen squeaky clean
She tastes of chlorine
MIAMI MY MAMMY
Love the movies... love to walk those movie sets
Get to shoot someone in the foot
Get to smoke some cigarettes
No big deal we know the score
Just back from the video store
Got the car and the car chase
What's he got inside the case
I want a close up of that face
Here comes the car chase
MIAMI MY MAMMY
MIAMI
I bought two new suits... miami
PINK AND BLUE.. MIAMI
I took a picture of you... miami
Getting hot in a photo booth... miami
I said you looked like a madonna
You said... maybe... said I want to have your baby... BABY
WE COULD MAKE something beautiful
Something that wouldn't be a problem
At least not in... miami
Some places are like your auntie
But there's no place like
MIAMI MY MAMMY
Writer: ADAM CLAYTON, DAVE EVANS, LARRY MULLEN, PAUL HEWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Playboy Mansion
If coke
Is a mystery
Michael Jackson
History
If beauty is truth
And surgery the fountain of youth
What am I to do
Have I got the gifts to get me through
The gates of that mansion
If OJ is more than a drink
And a Big Mac bigger than you think
And perfume is an obsession
And talk shows confession
What have we got to lose
Another push and maybe we'll be through
The gates of that mansion
I never bought a lotto ticket
I never parked in anyone's space
The banks they're like cathedrals
I guess casinos took their place
Love, come on down
Don't wake her she'll come around
Chance is a kind of religion
Where you're damned for plain hard luck
I never did see that movie
I never did read that book
Love, come on down
Let my numbers come around
Don't know if I can hold on
Don't know if I'm that strong
Don't know if I can wait that long
'Till the colors come flashing
And the lights go on
Then will there be no time of sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
And though I can't say why
I know I've got to believe
We'll go driving in that pool
It's who you know that gets you through
The gates of the Playboy mansion
Playboy mansion
The Playboy mansion
Then will there be no time of sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
Then will there be no time of sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
Is a mystery
Michael Jackson
History
If beauty is truth
And surgery the fountain of youth
What am I to do
Have I got the gifts to get me through
The gates of that mansion
If OJ is more than a drink
And a Big Mac bigger than you think
And perfume is an obsession
And talk shows confession
What have we got to lose
Another push and maybe we'll be through
The gates of that mansion
I never bought a lotto ticket
I never parked in anyone's space
The banks they're like cathedrals
I guess casinos took their place
Love, come on down
Don't wake her she'll come around
Chance is a kind of religion
Where you're damned for plain hard luck
I never did see that movie
I never did read that book
Love, come on down
Let my numbers come around
Don't know if I can hold on
Don't know if I'm that strong
Don't know if I can wait that long
'Till the colors come flashing
And the lights go on
Then will there be no time of sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
And though I can't say why
I know I've got to believe
We'll go driving in that pool
It's who you know that gets you through
The gates of the Playboy mansion
Playboy mansion
The Playboy mansion
Then will there be no time of sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
Then will there be no time of sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
Writer: Adam Clayton, David Evans, Laurence Mullen, Paul David Hewson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
If You Wear That Velvet Dress
Tonight the moon is playing tricks again
Feeling sea sick again
The world could just dissolve
Into a glass of water
I've been good 'cause I know you don't want me to
Do you really want me to be as blue as you
It's her daylight that gets me through
We've been here before
Last time you scratched at my door
The moon was naked and cold
I was like a two year old
Who just wanted more
If you wear that velvet dress
If you wear that velvet dress
Tonight the moon has drawn its curtains
It's a private show no one else going to know
I'm wanting
Sunlight
Sunlight fills my room
It's sharp and it's clear
But nothing at all like the moon
It's okay
The struggle for things not to say
I never listened to you anyway
And I got my own hands to pray
If you wear that velvet dress
If you wear that velvet dress
Tonight the moon is a mirror ball
Light flickers from across the hall
Who'll catch the star when it falls
If you wear that velvet dress
Feeling sea sick again
The world could just dissolve
Into a glass of water
I've been good 'cause I know you don't want me to
Do you really want me to be as blue as you
It's her daylight that gets me through
We've been here before
Last time you scratched at my door
The moon was naked and cold
I was like a two year old
Who just wanted more
If you wear that velvet dress
If you wear that velvet dress
Tonight the moon has drawn its curtains
It's a private show no one else going to know
I'm wanting
Sunlight
Sunlight fills my room
It's sharp and it's clear
But nothing at all like the moon
It's okay
The struggle for things not to say
I never listened to you anyway
And I got my own hands to pray
If you wear that velvet dress
If you wear that velvet dress
Tonight the moon is a mirror ball
Light flickers from across the hall
Who'll catch the star when it falls
If you wear that velvet dress
Writer: ADAM CLAYTON, DAVE EVANS, LARRY MULLEN, PAUL HEWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Please
So you never knew love until you crossed the line of grace
And you never felt wanted till you had someone slap your face
So you never felt alive until you almost wasted away
You had to win
You couldn't just pass
The smartest ass
At the top of the class
Your flying colours
Your family tree
And all your lessons in history
Please... please... please get up off your knees...
Please... please... leave me out of this
Please
So you never knew how long you'd stoop to make that call
And you never knew what was on the ground till they made you crawl
So you never knew that the heaven you keep you stole
Your catholic blues
Your convent shoes
Your stick on tattoos
Now they're making the news
Your holy war
Your northern star
Your sermon on the mount
From the boot of your car
Please...please... please get up off your knees
Please...please... leave me out of this please
So love is hard and love is tough
But love is not what you're thinking of
September... streets capsizing...
spilling over down the drain
...shards of glass splinters like rain
But you could only feel your own pain...
october... talking getting nowhere...
November... December... remember...
are we just starting again...?
So love is big bigger than us
But love is not what you're thinking of
It's what lovers deal it's what lovers steal
You know i've found it hard to recieve
Cause you my love I could never believe
And you never felt wanted till you had someone slap your face
So you never felt alive until you almost wasted away
You had to win
You couldn't just pass
The smartest ass
At the top of the class
Your flying colours
Your family tree
And all your lessons in history
Please... please... please get up off your knees...
Please... please... leave me out of this
Please
So you never knew how long you'd stoop to make that call
And you never knew what was on the ground till they made you crawl
So you never knew that the heaven you keep you stole
Your catholic blues
Your convent shoes
Your stick on tattoos
Now they're making the news
Your holy war
Your northern star
Your sermon on the mount
From the boot of your car
Please...please... please get up off your knees
Please...please... leave me out of this please
So love is hard and love is tough
But love is not what you're thinking of
September... streets capsizing...
spilling over down the drain
...shards of glass splinters like rain
But you could only feel your own pain...
october... talking getting nowhere...
November... December... remember...
are we just starting again...?
So love is big bigger than us
But love is not what you're thinking of
It's what lovers deal it's what lovers steal
You know i've found it hard to recieve
Cause you my love I could never believe
Writer: DAVID MULLEN, DENNIS MATKOSKY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Wake Up Dead Man
Jesus
Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a f*cked 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
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
Wake up
Wake up dead man
Listen to your words
They'll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum of the radio
Listen over the sounds of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out their time
Wake up
Wake up dead man
Wake up
Wake up dead man
Jesus
Were you just around the corner?
Did you think to try and warn her?
Or are you working on something new?
If there's and order
In all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder?
Can we rewind it just once more
Wake up
Wake up dead man
Wake up
Wake up dead man
Wake up
Wake up dead man
Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a f*cked 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
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
Wake up
Wake up dead man
Listen to your words
They'll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum of the radio
Listen over the sounds of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out their time
Wake up
Wake up dead man
Wake up
Wake up dead man
Jesus
Were you just around the corner?
Did you think to try and warn her?
Or are you working on something new?
If there's and order
In all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder?
Can we rewind it just once more
Wake up
Wake up dead man
Wake up
Wake up dead man
Wake up
Wake up dead man
Writer: Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul David Hewson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Pop is the ninth studio album by Irish rock band U2. It was produced by Flood, Howie B, and Steve Osborne, and was released on 3 March 1997 on Island Records. The album was a continuation of the band's 1990s musical reinvention, as they incorporated alternative rock, techno, dance, and electronica influences into their sound. Pop employed a variety of production techniques that were relatively new to U2, including sampling, loops, programmed drum machines, and sequencing.
Recording sessions began in 1995 with various record producers, including Nellee Hooper, Flood, Howie B, and Osborne, who were introducing the band to various electronica influences. At the time, drummer Larry Mullen Jr. was inactive due to a back injury, prompting the other band members to take different approaches to songwriting. Upon Mullen's return, the band began re-working much of their material but ultimately struggled to complete songs. After the band allowed manager Paul McGuinness to book their upcoming 1997 PopMart Tour before the record was completed, they felt rushed into delivering it. Even after delaying the album's release date from the 1996 Christmas and holiday season to March 1997, U2 ran out of time in the studio, working up to the last minute to complete songs.
In February 1997, U2 released Pop's techno-heavy lead single, "Discothèque", one of six singles from the album. The record initially received favourable reviews from critics and reached number one in 35 countries, including the United Kingdom and the United States. However, the album's lifetime sales are among the lowest in U2's catalogue, and it received only a single platinum certification by the Recording Industry Association of America. Retrospectively, the album is viewed by some of the music press and public as a disappointment.
The finished product was not to U2's liking, and they subsequently re-recorded and remixed many of the songs for single and compilation album releases. The time required to complete Pop cut into the band's rehearsal time for the tour, which affected the quality of initial shows.
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U2Recording sessions began in 1995 with various record producers, including Nellee Hooper, Flood, Howie B, and Osborne, who were introducing the band to various electronica influences. At the time, drummer Larry Mullen Jr. was inactive due to a back injury, prompting the other band members to take different approaches to songwriting. Upon Mullen's return, the band began re-working much of their material but ultimately struggled to complete songs. After the band allowed manager Paul McGuinness to book their upcoming 1997 PopMart Tour before the record was completed, they felt rushed into delivering it. Even after delaying the album's release date from the 1996 Christmas and holiday season to March 1997, U2 ran out of time in the studio, working up to the last minute to complete songs.
In February 1997, U2 released Pop's techno-heavy lead single, "Discothèque", one of six singles from the album. The record initially received favourable reviews from critics and reached number one in 35 countries, including the United Kingdom and the United States. However, the album's lifetime sales are among the lowest in U2's catalogue, and it received only a single platinum certification by the Recording Industry Association of America. Retrospectively, the album is viewed by some of the music press and public as a disappointment.
The finished product was not to U2's liking, and they subsequently re-recorded and remixed many of the songs for single and compilation album releases. The time required to complete Pop cut into the band's rehearsal time for the tour, which affected the quality of initial shows.
Genre(s): Alternative rock, dance-rock
Producer(s): Flood, Howie B, Steve Osborne
Length: 60:09
Released: March 3rd, 1997
Year: 1997