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  • #16
    'Desire'


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    • #17
      BB King & U2

      'When love comes to town'

      Last edited by unthinkable; 11-10-11, 23:04.

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      • #18
        Rattle and hum 1988




        WHEN LOVE COMES TO TOWN


        I was a sailor, I was lost at sea
        I was under the waves
        Before love rescued me
        I was a fighter, I could turn on a thread
        Now I stand accused of the things I've said
        Love comes to town I'm gonna jump that train
        When love comes to town I'm gonna catch that flame
        Maybe I was wrong to ever let you down
        But I did what I did before love came to town
        I used to make love under a red sunset
        I was making promises
        I was soon to forget
        She was pale as the lace of her wedding gown
        But I left her standing before love came to town
        I ran into a juke joint when
        I heard a guitar scream
        The notes were turning blue, I was dazing in a dream
        As the music played
        I saw my life turn around
        That was the day before love came to town
        When love comes to town I'm gonna jump that train
        When love comes to town I'm gonna catch that flame
        Maybe I was wrong to ever let you down
        But I did what I did before love came to town
        When love comes to town I'm gonna jump that train
        When love comes to town I'm gonna catch that flame
        Maybe I was wrong to ever let you down
        But I did what I did before love came to town
        I was there when they crucified my Lord
        I held the scabbard when the soldier drew his sword
        I threw the dice when they pierced his side
        But I've seen love conquer the great divide
        When love comes to town I'm gonna catch that train
        When love comes to town I'm gonna catch that flame
        Maybe I was wrong to ever let you down
        But I did what I did before love came to town
        [MP3]http://www.irishtimespubny.com/clocks.mp3[/MP3]

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        • #19
          The Joshua tree 1987




          RUNNING TO STAND STILL

          And so she woke up
          Woke up from where she was
          Lying still
          Said I gotta do something
          About where we're going
          Step on a steam train
          Step out of the driving rain, maybe
          Run from the darkness in the night
          Singing Ha, Ah La La La De Day
          Ah La La La De Day
          Ah La La De Day
          Sweet the sin
          Bitter taste in my mouth
          I see seven towers
          But I only see one way out:
          You gotta cry without weeping
          Talk without speaking
          Scream without raising your voice
          You know I took the poison
          From the poison stream
          Then I floated out of here
          Singing...Ha La La La De Day
          Ha La La La De Day
          Ha La La De Day
          Ooooh...Ooooh...Ooooh...
          She runs through the streets
          With her eyes painted red
          Under black belly of cloud in the rain
          In 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 is running to stand... Still


          [MP3]http://www.irishtimespubny.com/clocks.mp3[/MP3]

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          • #20
            Wide awake in America 1985




            BAD

            If you twist and turn away.
            If you tear yourself in two again.
            If I could, yes I would If I could, I would let it go.
            Surrender, dislocate.
            If I could throw this lifeless
            Lifeline to the wind.
            Leave this heart of clay,
            See you walk, walk away,
            Into the night.
            And through the rain.
            Into the half-light,
            And through the flame.
            If I could throw myself,
            Set your spirit free.

            I'd lead your heart away,
            See you break, break away
            Into the light.
            And to the day.
            To let it go,
            And so to fade away.
            To let it go,
            And so fade away.
            I'm wide awake.
            I'm wide awake.
            I'm not sleeping.
            Oh, no, no.
            If you should ask then maybe
            They tell you what I would say.
            True colors fly in blue and black,
            bruised silken skies and burning flag.
            Colors crash, collide in blood shot eyes.
            If I could,
            you know I would.
            If I could,
            I would let it go.
            This desparation.
            Dislocation.
            Separation.
            Condemnation.
            Revelation.
            Temptation.
            Isolation.
            Desolation.
            Let it go,
            And so to fade away.
            To let it go,
            And so fade away.
            Oh, no I'm wide awake.
            I'm wide awake.
            I'm not sleeping.
            Oh, no no...
            [MP3]http://www.irishtimespubny.com/clocks.mp3[/MP3]

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            • #21
              'Bad'


              Last edited by unthinkable; 11-10-11, 23:05.

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              • #22
                Preterano jaka stvar... obozavam je...

                [MP3]http://www.irishtimespubny.com/clocks.mp3[/MP3]

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                • #23
                  Rattle and hum 1988




                  SILVER AND GOLD

                  In the shit house a shotgun
                  Praying hands hold me down
                  Only the hunter was hunted
                  In this tin can town
                  Tin can town
                  No stars in the black night
                  Looks like the sky fell down
                  No sun in the daylight
                  Looks like it's chained to the ground
                  Chained to the ground
                  The warden said:
                  "The exit is sold.
                  If you want a way out,
                  Silver and gold."
                  Broken back to the ceiling
                  Broken nose to the floor
                  I scream at the silence, it's crawling
                  It crawls under the door
                  There's a rope around my neck
                  And there's a trigger in your gun
                  Jesus say something
                  I am someone, I am someone
                  I am someone
                  Captain and kings In the ships hold
                  They came to collect
                  Silver and gold
                  Silver and gold
                  Seen the coming and the going
                  Seen them captains and the kings
                  See them navy blue uniforms
                  See them bright and shiny things
                  Bright shiny things
                  The temperature is rising
                  The fever white hot
                  Mister, I ain't got nothing
                  But it's more than you got
                  Chains no longer bind me
                  Not the shackles at my feet
                  Outside are the prisoners
                  Inside the free
                  Set them free
                  Set them free
                  A prize fighter in a corner is told
                  Hit where it hurts
                  Silver and gold
                  Silver and gold
                  Yep, silver and gold.
                  This song was written in a hotel room in New York city 'round the time a friend of ours,
                  Little Steven, was putting together a record of artists against apartheid. This is a song written about a man in a shanty town outside of Johannesburg.
                  A man who's sick and tired 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 I buggin' you? I don't mean to bug ya.
                  Okay Edge, play the blues.
                  [MP3]http://www.irishtimespubny.com/clocks.mp3[/MP3]

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                  • #24
                    U2 - Silver & Gold

                    Last edited by unthinkable; 11-10-11, 23:06.

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                    • #25
                      U2 su danas izbacili novi album.

                      Ne mogu da nađem ništa konkretno....
                      Juče, čini mi se na zgradi 'bbc'- a
                      Staro, nešto...

                      U2 rooftop concert, London
                      Last edited by unthinkable; 11-10-11, 23:07.

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                      • #26
                        U2 Where The Streets Have No Name


                        I want to run
                        I want to hide
                        I want to tear down the walls
                        That hold me inside
                        I want to reach out
                        And touch the flame
                        Where the streets have no name

                        I want to feel, sunlight on my face
                        See that dust cloud disappear without a trace
                        I want to take shelter from the poison rain
                        Where the streets have no name

                        Where the streets have no name
                        Where the streets have no name
                        Were still building
                        Then burning down love, burning down love
                        And when I go there
                        I go there with you...
                        (its all I can do)

                        The cities a flood
                        And our love turns to rust
                        Were beaten and blown by the wind
                        Trampled into dust
                        Ill show you a place
                        High on ta desert plain
                        Where the streets have no name

                        Where the streets have no name
                        Where the streets have no name
                        Still building
                        Then burning down love
                        Burning down love
                        And when I go there
                        I go there with you
                        Last edited by unthinkable; 11-10-11, 23:07.

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                        • #27
                          U2 3D
                          Last edited by unthinkable; 11-10-11, 23:08.

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                          • #28
                            Magnificent



                            Get on your boots


                            No line on the horizon
                            Last edited by unthinkable; 11-10-11, 23:10.

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