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Artist(s): U2

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Discothèque

length: 5:19
producer: Flood
lead vocals: Bono
mixer: Mark “Spike” Stent
recording engineer: Howie B and Mark “Spike” Stent
background vocals: The Edge
guitar: The Edge and Bono
percussion: Larry Mullen, Jr.
programming: Larry Mullen, Jr.
sampler: Howie B
drums (drum set): Larry Mullen, Jr.
bass guitar: Adam Clayton
additional mixer: Howie B
assistant mixer: Conal Markey
assistant recording engineer: Rob Kirwan and Femio Hernandez
lyricist: The Edge, Bono
composer: Bono, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Jr., The Edge

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


Do You Feel Loved

length: 5:08
producer: Flood and Steve Osborne
lead vocals: Bono
mixer: Mark “Spike” Stent and Steve Osborne
recording engineer: Mark “Spike” Stent, Howie B and Alan Moulder
background vocals: The Edge
guitar: Bono and The Edge
keyboard: Steve Osborne
percussion: Larry Mullen, Jr.
programming: Ben Hillier and Larry Mullen, Jr.
miscellaneous support: Naked Funk
drums (drum set): Larry Mullen, Jr.
bass guitar: Adam Clayton
assistant mixer: Richard Rainey and Conal Markey
assistant recording engineer: Rob Kirwan
lyricist: Bono, The Edge
composer: Bono, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Jr., The Edge
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...

Mofo

length: 5:50
producer: Flood
lead vocals: Bono
mixer: Steve Osborne, Howie B, Alan Moulder and Mark “Spike” Stent
recording engineer: Mark “Spike” Stent and Howie B
background vocals: The Edge
guitar: Bono and The Edge
keyboard: Steve Osborne
percussion: Larry Mullen, Jr.
programming: Larry Mullen, Jr.
drums (drum set): Larry Mullen, Jr.
bass guitar: Adam Clayton
assistant mixer: Rob Kirwan
assistant recording engineer: Rob Kirwan
lyricist: Bono, The Edge
composer: Bono, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Jr., The Edge
Lookin' for to save my 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

Holy dunc spacejunk comin' in for the splash
White dopes on punk staring into the flash
Lookin' for baby Jesus under the trash

Mother
Mother sucking rock and roll
Mother
Mother sucking rock and rock and rock and roll
Mother
Mother

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
Mother
Mother
Mother
Mother
Mother
Mother

Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Move me brother
Woo me sister
Rule me father
Soothe me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother

If God Will Send His Angels

length: 5:23
producer: Flood and Howie B
lead vocals: Bono
mixer: Howie B
recording engineer: Howie B and Mark “Spike” Stent
background vocals: The Edge
guitar: Bono and The Edge
percussion: Larry Mullen, Jr.
programming: Larry Mullen, Jr.
drums (drum set): Larry Mullen, Jr.
bass guitar: Adam Clayton
assistant mixer: Conal Markey
assistant recording engineer: Conal Markey and Rob Kirwan
lyricist: The Edge, Bono
composer: Bono, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Jr., The Edge
Nobody else here baby
No one here to blame
No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his visions
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 neighborhood
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
And if God will send his visions
Where do we 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
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was 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 your 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
Where do we go
I don't need to lie
I don't need to know
And I don't want to promise
And I don't want to lie
I just want to feel the song

Staring at the Sun

length: 4:37
producer: Flood
lead vocals: Bono
mixer: Steve Osborne and Mark “Spike” Stent
recording engineer: Mark “Spike” Stent and Howie B
additional producer: Steve Osborne and Nellee Hooper
background vocals: The Edge
guitar: Bono and The Edge
keyboard: Steve Osborne
percussion: Larry Mullen, Jr.
programming: Larry Mullen, Jr. and Ben Hillier
sampler: Larry Mullen, Jr.
drums (drum set): Larry Mullen, Jr.
bass guitar: Adam Clayton
assistant mixer: Conal Markey and Richard Rainey
assistant recording engineer: Rob Kirwan
lyricist: Bono, The Edge
composer: Bono, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Jr., The Edge
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 going to get stickier too
It's been a long hot summer
Let's get undercover
Don't try too hard to think
Don't think at all
I'm not the only one
Starin' at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find
If you took a look inside
Not just deaf and dumb
Staring at the sun
Not the only one
Who's happy to go blind

There's an insect in your ear
If you scratch it won't disappear
It's gonna itch and burn and sting
Do you want to see what the scratching brings
Waves that leave me out of reach
Breaking on your back like a beach
Will we ever live in peace?
'Cause those that can't do often have to
Those that can't do often have to preach

To the ones staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find
If you took a look inside
Not just deaf and dumb
Staring at the sun
I'm not the only one
Who's happy to go blind

Intransigence is all around
Military still in town
Armour 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 I'm missing
I left in the duty free
Though you never really belonged to me

You're not the only one
Starin' at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find
If you stepped back inside
I'm not sucking my thumb
I'm staring at the sun
Not the only one
Who's happy to go blind

Ah ah I
Ah ah I
Ah ah I
Ah ah I

Last Night on Earth

length: 4:46
producer: Flood
lead vocals: Bono
mixer: Mark “Spike” Stent
recording engineer: Mark “Spike” Stent
background vocals: The Edge
guitar: Bono and The Edge
percussion: Larry Mullen, Jr.
programming: Larry Mullen, Jr.
sampler: Howie B
drums (drum set): Larry Mullen, Jr.
bass guitar: Adam Clayton
assistant mixer: Rob Kirwan
assistant recording engineer: Rob Kirwan
lyricist: Bono, The Edge
composer: Bono, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Jr., The Edge
She feels the earth is giving way
But 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 gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
She doesn't care what it's worth
She's living like it's the last night on earth
The last night on earth

She's not waiting on a savior 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 gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
She knows just what it's worth
She's living like it's the last night on earth
The last night on earth

Slipping away
Slip slide
The world turns and we get dizzy
Slipping away

She's living next week now
You know she's going to pay you back somehow
The future is so predictable
The past is too uncomfortable

You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
She already knows it hurts
She's living like it's the last night on earth
The last night on earth
Last night on earth
Last night on earth

Gone

length: 4:27
producer: Flood
lead vocals: Bono
mixer: Ben Hillier and Steve Osborne
recording engineer: Howie B and Mark “Spike” Stent
background vocals: The Edge
guitar: Bono and The Edge
percussion: Larry Mullen, Jr.
programming: Ben Hillier and Larry Mullen, Jr.
sampler: Larry Mullen, Jr.
drums (drum set): Larry Mullen, Jr.
bass guitar: Adam Clayton
assistant mixer: Richard Rainey
assistant recording engineer: Rob Kirwan
lyricist: Bono, The Edge
composer: Bono, Adam Clayton, The Edge, Larry Mullen, Jr.
You gotta 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 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
I'm not coming down

You wanted to get somewhere so badly
You had to lose 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
I 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
We'll be up with the sun
Are you still holding on
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down

Miami

length: 4:53
producer: Howie B and Flood
lead vocals: Bono
mixer: Howie B
recording engineer: Howie B and Mark “Spike” Stent
additional producer: Nellee Hooper
background vocals: The Edge
guitar: Bono and The Edge
keyboard: Howie B
percussion: Larry Mullen, Jr.
programming: Larry Mullen, Jr.
drums (drum set): Larry Mullen, Jr.
bass guitar: Adam Clayton
assistant mixer: Robin Ball
assistant recording engineer: Rob Kirwan
lyricist: Bono, The Edge
composer: Bono, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Jr., The Edge
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
Git the sun got the sand
Got the batteries in the handy cam
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
My mammy
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
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

Miami

Miami

The Playboy Mansion

length: 4:41
producer: Flood and Howie B
lead vocals: Bono
mixer: Howie B
recording engineer: Alan Moulder
background vocals: The Edge
guitar: Bono and The Edge
keyboard: Flood
percussion: Larry Mullen, Jr.
programming: Larry Mullen, Jr.
sampler: Howie B and Larry Mullen, Jr.
drums (drum set): Larry Mullen, Jr.
bass guitar: Adam Clayton
assistant mixer: Rob Kirwan
assistant recording engineer: Rob Kirwan
lyricist: Bono, The Edge
composer: Bono, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Jr., The Edge
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
If 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 pain
Then will there be no time of sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame

If You Wear That Velvet Dress

length: 5:16
producer: Flood
lead vocals: Bono
mixer: Howie B
recording engineer: Mark “Spike” Stent
background vocals: The Edge
guitar: The Edge and Bono
keyboard: Marius de Vries
percussion: Larry Mullen, Jr.
programming: Larry Mullen, Jr.
sampler: Howie B and Larry Mullen, Jr.
drums (drum set): Larry Mullen, Jr.
bass guitar: Adam Clayton
assistant mixer: Rob Kirwan
assistant recording engineer: Conal Markey and Rob Kirwan
lyricist: Bono, The Edge
composer: Bono, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Jr., The Edge
Tonight the moon is playing tricks again
Feeling sea sick again
An 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 waiting

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
If you wear that velvet dress

Please

length: 5:03
producer: Howie B and Flood
lead vocals: Bono
mixer: Flood and Howie B
recording engineer: Alan Moulder and Mark “Spike” Stent
background vocals: The Edge
organ: The Edge
guitar: Bono and The Edge
keyboard: Flood
percussion: Larry Mullen, Jr.
programming: Larry Mullen, Jr.
sampler: Howie B
drums (drum set): Larry Mullen, Jr.
bass guitar: Adam Clayton
assistant mixer: Rob Kirwan
assistant recording engineer: Rob Kirwan
additional sampler: Larry Mullen, Jr.
lyricist: Bono, The Edge
composer: Bono, Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Jr., The Edge
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 ***
At the top of the class
Your flying colors
Your family tree
And all your lessons in history

Please
Please
Please
Get up off your knees
Please
Please
Please

So you never know
How low you'd stoop to make that call
And you never knew
What was on the ground till they mad you crawl
And 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 booth of your car

Please
Please
Please
Get up off your knees
Please
Please
Please
Leave me out of this

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

Please
Please
Please
Get up off your knees
Please
Please
Please
Please

So love is big bigger than us
But love is not what your thinking of
It's what lovers deal
It's what lovers steal
You know I've found it hard to receive
'Cause you my love I could never believe

Wake Up Dead Man

length: 4:53
producer: Flood
lead vocals: Bono
mixer: Howie B and Flood
recording engineer: Mark “Spike” Stent
background vocals: The Edge
guitar: Bono and The Edge
keyboard: Marius de Vries
percussion: Larry Mullen, Jr.
programming: Larry Mullen, Jr.
sampler: Howie B
drums (drum set): Larry Mullen, Jr.
bass guitar: Adam Clayton
assistant mixer: Rob Kirwan
assistant recording engineer: Rob Kirwan
lyricist: Bono, The Edge
composer: Bono, Adam Clayton, The Edge, Larry Mullen, Jr.
Jesus
Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a ****ed 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

Holy Joe (guilty mix)

length: 5:10
mixer: Flood
recording engineer: Mark “Spike” Stent
keyboard: Marius de Vries
assistant mixer: Rob Kirwan
sampler & turntable: Howie B
composer: The Edge, Bono, Larry Mullen, Jr., Adam Clayton
lyricist: Bono, The Edge
I... I'm a humble guy
no really I try
you know it's hard sometimes

true... and hard working too
working... to get to see you

come on come on come on come on... be good to me
come on come on come on come on... be good to me

here it comes here it comes holy joe

please... don't make me say please
to champagne and ice-cream
it's not what I want, it's what I need

precocious... just a little precocious
expialidocious... yeah yeah yeah

devotion... and some appreciation
a little heavy rotation
looks good on me

you know it's not hard, I can think of a lot harder... oh yeah
just wanted our moment to last a little longer... yeah

come on come on come on come on... be good to me
come on come on come on come on... be good to me

here it comes here it comes holy joe

having the best time of anybody's life
closer than ever to everybody's wife... oh yeah

come on come on come on come on... be good to me
come on come on come on come on... be good to me
come on come on come on come on... be good to me
come on come on come on come on come on come on

here it comes here it comes holy joe