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U2: Achtung Baby

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Island Records
Released: 1991
Time:
 64:32
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Brian Eno, Daniel Lanois
Rating: ***....... (3/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.u2.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2000.10.20
Price in €: 15,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Zoo Station (U2) - 4:36
[2] Even Better Than the Real Thing (U2) - 3:41
[3] One (U2) - 4:36
[4] Until the End of the World (U2) - 4:39
[5] Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses (U2) - 5:16
[6] So Cruel (U2) - 5:49
[7] Fly (U2) - 4:29
[8] Mysterious Ways (Bono/Clayton/Edge/Mullen) - 4:04
[9] Tryin' to Throw Your Arms Around the World (U2) - 3:53
[10] Ultraviolet (Light My Way) (U2) - 5:31
[11] Acrobat (U2) - 4:30
[12] Love Is Blindness (U2) - 4:23

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


THE EDGE - Guitar, Keyboards, Vocals, Bakcground Vocals, String Arrangements, Mixing
PAUL "Bono Vox" HEWSON - Guitar, Vocals
ADAM CLAYTON - Bass & Electric Guitar
LARRY MULLEN Jr. - Percussion, Drums

BRIAN ENO - Keyboards, String Arrangements, Mixing
DUCHESS NELL Catchpole - Violin, Viola
DANIEL LANOIS - Guitar, Percussion, Mixing

PAUL BARRETT - Engineer
ARNIE ACOSTA - Mastering
FLOOD - Engineer, Mixing
SEAN LEONARD - Mixing Assistant
STEVE LILLYWHITE - Producer, Mixing
STEWART WHITMORE - Digital Editing
ROBBIE ADAMS - Engineer, Assistant Engineer, Mixing, Mixing Assistant
SHANNON STRONG - Assistant Engineer, Mixing, Mixing Assistant
SHAUGHN MCGRATH - Design
JOE O'HERLIHY - Engineer
CHARLIE WHISKER - Illustrations
BRIAN ADAMS - ENgineer
STEVE AVERILL - Design
ANTON CORBIJN - Photography

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


Reinventions rarely come as thorough and effective as Achtung Baby, an album that completely changed U2's sound and style. The crashing, unrecognizable distorted guitars that open "Zoo Station" are a clear signal that U2 have traded their Americana pretensions for post-modern, contemporary European music. Drawing equally from Bowie's electronic, avant-garde explorations of the late '70s and the neo-psychedelic sounds of the thriving rave and Madchester club scenes of early '90s England, Achtung Baby sounds vibrant and endlessly inventive. Unlike their inspirations, U2 rarely experiment with song structures over the course of the album. Instead, they use the thick dance beats, swirling guitars, layers of effects and found sounds to break traditional songs out of their constraints, revealing the tortured emotional core of their songs with the hyper-loaded arrangements. In such a dense musical setting, it isn't surprising that U2 have abandoned the political for the personal on Achtung Baby, since the music, even with its inviting rhythms, is more introspective than anthemic. Bono has never been as emotionally naked as he is on Achtung Baby, creating a feverish nightmare of broken hearts and desperate loneliness; unlike other U2 albums, it's filled with sexual imagery, much of it quite disturbing, and it ends on a disquieting note. Few bands as far into their career as U2 have recorded an album as adventurous or fulfilled their ambitions quite as successfully as they do on Achtung Baby, and the result is arguably their best album.

Reinventions kommen selten so vollständig und wirkungsvoll wie Achtung Baby , ein Album, das vollständig Ton U2's und Art änderte. Das Abbrechen, unrecognizable verzerrte Guitarren, die sich öffnen, "Zoo Station" sind ein freies Signal, das U2 ihre pretensions für Americana Pfosten-moderne, zeitgenössische Musik getauscht European haben. Von den elektronischen, Bowie's avant-gardeerforschungen der späten siebziger Jahre und der Neo-psychedelic Töne der emporkommenden Rave- und Vereinszenen Madchester frühen '90s, von den Tönen Englandgleichmäßig Achtung Baby zeichnen vibrant und endlos erfinderisch. Anders als ihre Inspirationen U2 mit Songstrukturen über dem Kurs des Albums selten experimentieren. Instead verwenden sie die starken Tanzschläge, wirbelnde Guitarren, Schichten Effekte und fanden Töne, um traditionelle Songs aus ihren Begrenzungen heraus zu brechen und decken den gequälten emotionalen Kern ihrer Songs mit den hyper-hyper-loaded Vorbereitungen auf. In solch einer dichter musikalischer Einstellung überrascht er nicht, die U2 das politische für das persönliche an, seit Achtung Baby der Musik verlassen haben, die mit seinen einladenden Rhythmen gleichmäßig ist, ist introspective als anthemic. Bono ist nie so emotional blank gewesen, wie er eingeschaltet ist Achtung Baby und einen feverish Alptraum der defekten Herzen und der hoffnungslosen Einsamkeit verursacht; anders als andere U2 Alben wird er mit sexuellen Bildern gefüllt, viel von ihm durchaus störend, und er beendet auf einer beunruhigenden Anmerkung. Wenige Bänder, die in ihre Karriere so weit sind, wie U2 ein Album als abenteuerliches notiert oder ihren Ehrgeiz ziemlich so erfolgreich erfüllt haben, wie sie an tun Achtung Baby und das Resultat ist diskutierbar ihr bestes Album.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All-Music Guide



...ein inovatives, phantastisches Album, voll Dramatik, Dynamik und Magie.

C. Böhm in Audio 1/92



Thanks to the soundshaping technology applied to the Edge's guitar and Larry Mullen's drums, the band's sound is more intricate and articulate than ever, affording the album a stylistic range that runs from the techno grunge of "Zoo Station" to the hip-hop inflected groove of "Mysterious Ways". Bono's delivery often says more than the words themselves, proving once again that U 2's sound is invariably more eloquent than its lyrics.

ROLLING STONE ALBUM GUIDE *****



"I'm ready / Ready for what's next," Bono announces at the outset of Achtung Baby, the album that proved the so-called "band of the '80s" was capable of blazing into the '90s by replacing its flag-waving arena-rock stance with screaming synths, clubby rhythms, and industrial skronk. The group advances its sound without losing accessibility on "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses," "Even Better Than the Real Thing," and "Mysterious Ways," while pushing the envelope a bit more on "The Fly," "Zoo Station," and "Acrobat." The moody ballad "One" is arguably the finest song the band has produced, full of sorrow, compassion, and hope all at the same time.

Daniel Durchholz, Amazon.com



"I'm ready / Ready for what's next", verkündet Bono zu Beginn von Achtung Baby, dem Album, mit dem dieser "typischen-80er-Jahre-Band" der furiose Übergang in die 90er gelang, indem sie ihren fahnenschwingenden Stadionrock durch dröhnende Synthesizer, hämmernde Rhythmen und passendes Industrial-Beiwerk ersetzten. Während die Band bei Songs wie "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses", "Even Better Than the Real Thing" und "Mysterious Ways" ihre gewohnte Eingängigkeit durchaus beibehält, gehen Stücke wie "The Fly", "Zoo Station" und "Acrobat" schon einen Schritt weiter. Die stimmungsvolle Ballade "One" ist wohl der beste Song, den die Band je hervorbrachte, ein Song, der zugleich Sorge, Leidenschaft und Hoffnung ausdrückt.

Daniel Durchholz, Amazon.de



Durch ihre neue Aggressivität werden U2 einige Anhänger verstören. Paradebeispiel für den entschieden härteren Kurs, den die nur wenige Wochen erhältliche Single The Fly schon vorgab, ist der Opener Zoo Station: Der stählerne Rhythmus klingt nach einer Brigade von Dampfhämmern in einer riesigen Werkshalle und Bonos Stimme scheint durch ein ganzes System aus Tunnelröhren zu tönen. Solche Effekte tauchen wie ein Leitmotiv immer wieder auf, verwirren besonders gerne zum Songauftakt - so die Tarzanschreie im Song zu Wim Wenders' Film Until The End Of The World; so das Intro zu Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses, das sich galoppierend zu einer klassischen U2-Hymne steigert. Die rumpelnden Rhythmen des Rave gingen an U2 nicht spurlos vorüber, wie neben The Fly das pathetische So Cruel, Mysterious Ways und Ultra Violet zeigen, und die Gitarrenriffs von The Edge schneiden schärfer denn je; dafür ist Acrobat nur ein Beispiel. Doch im Kontrast zu diesen Komponenten gewinnt das verhaltenere One ebenso an Intensität wie Bonos Gesang. Achtung Baby schlägt erst nach mehrmaligem Hören voll durch: als ein innovatives, phantastisches Album, voll Dramatik, Dynamik und Magie - mit einem Manko: dem oft (absichtlich) diffusen Klangbild. ** Klang: 02-04

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Gerüchte gab es viele im Vorfeld dieser neuen U2-Platte: Eine Dance- Platte, hieß es, würde die Band aufnehmen, der Rave- und House-Szene Reverenz erweisen. April, April. Die Iren klingen auf "Achtung Baby" wie immer - bis auf einige Nuancen. Und gerade die machen dieses achte U2- Album zu einer "besondern" Angelegenheit. Keine Frage, daß Elemente aus der aktuellen Tanzmusik ihren Niederschlag gefunden haben. Doch mit wieviel Fingerspitzengefühl sind sie in den typischen U2-Sound eingearbeitet: Schlagzeuger Larry Mullen drischt keine hämmernden Beats, Bassist Adam Clayton zupft keine hektischen Linien. Die Rhythmusabteilung legt vielmehr einen fein gewobenen, dezenten Groove-Teppich unter hymnische Melodien und beeindruckende Stimmungen - ein Verdienst nicht zuletzt des kongenialen Duos Daniel Lanois und Brian Eno, das einmal mehr subtil, luftig und druckvoll produzierte. Bonos Gesang und die Gitarre von The Edge gaben sich selten so variabel. Fast frei von Pathos bellt, keucht und flüstert sich Bono durch die zwölf Songs, und selbst durch den Vocoder gejagt bleibt seine Stimme unverwechselbar. The Edge entlockt seinen Saiten ein faszinierendes Kaleidoskop an Klängen, von sphärischem Singen über akzentuierte Riffs bis hin zu wutendem Sägen. Das Songspektrum reicht von nervös-pulsierendem Großstadtrock (die Hommage an die Berliner "Zoo Station", "Ultra Violet (Light My Way)", "Acrobat") über mal kargen ("Love Is Blindness"), mal pathetischen ("One") Folkrock bis hin zu dezenten Funk-Einflüssen ("Mysterious Ways"). Die Höhepunkte: "One", ein würdiger Nachfolger von "With Or Without You", "Until The End Of The World", der U2-Beitrag zu Wim Wenders' gleichnamigem Bilder-Epos, und das bombastisch angelegte "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses". Mit "Achtung Baby" führen die berühmten Keltenrocker das Kunststück vor, vertraut zu klingen und doch Neuland zu betreten. ** Interpret.: 09-10

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Achtung, Baby is U2's christening voyage into the postmodern, a brave venture into unknown territory and a brilliant musical transformation for the band. The album is packed with just as much passion as previous albums, but the lyrics are much more emotionally poetic and far less political. Musically, the tracks are a metropolis of intoxicating dance beats and lush guitar riffs. "The Fly" opens with guitarist The Edge's trademark reverberations cutting through the opening verse like a speedboat slicing through choppy water; on "Mysterious Ways," Bono's one-man gospel choir belts out the praises of an adored woman.

Beth Bessmer, Amazon.com



...the band is able to grow confidently and consistently on its own native strengths...few bands can marshal such sublime power...

Rolling Stone (1/9/1992)



U2's Bono brought the triumphant Joshua Tree tour to a close in 1988 by informing the crowd at a packed Point arena in Dublin that the group had to go away for a while and " ... dream it all up again." While many feared the message signaled the end for U2, it in fact marked a new beginning as the world's biggest rock act set about reinventing itself. Moved by the turbulent political events in Europe at the end of the '80s, the members of U2 left for Berlin to begin taping the band's first studio album in three years. The result was the Daniel Lanois-produced Achtung Baby (1991), a startling departure from the arena-rock sound of previous years, and U2's best record to date.

The shift in style was dramatically declared by the static-laden crunch of the Edge's guitar on Achtung's opener "Zoo Station." Bono's distortion-drenched vocals, Adam Clayton's thumping bass line and Larry Mullen's jackhammer drumming delivered an almost industrial introduction to the record.

Such songs as "The Fly," "Even Better Than the Real Thing," and "Mysterious Ways" were peppered with electronic beats, funky riffs, and buzzing feedback. The epic "Until the End of the World" swept to a powerful conclusion on waves of guitar effects, while the moodier soundscapes of "Tryin' to Throw Your Arms Around the World," "Ultra Violet" and "Acrobat" found U2 at their experimental best. Even the exquisite ballad "One" shimmered amidst the feedback and fuzz.

Lyrically, the record also offered up some of Bono's most introspective songs to date. The socially conscious and spiritual themes from previous U2 albums were exchanged for a more confessional tone better suited to Achtung's darker sounds.

With Achtung Baby, U2 not only cemented its place as a relevant rock act in the final decade of the century, it delivered a sublime record that rightfully takes its place as one of the best of the '90s.

John Harmon, CDNow.com



Having spent a good part of the Eighties as one of the most iconic bands in the world, U2 hardly needs to resort to a cheekily absurd title to draw attention to its first album in three years. Then again, subtlety has never been one of the group's virtues. In its early days and in its basic musical approach - a guitar, a few chords and the truth, to paraphrase one of Bono's more garish assertions - U2 fell in with other young bands that cropped up in the wake of punk. But U2 immediately distinguished itself with its huge sound and unabashed idealism rooted in spiritual aspiration. At their best, these Irishmen have proven - just as Springsteen and the Who did - that the same penchant for epic musical and verbal gestures that leads many artists to self-parody can, in more inspired hands, fuel the unforgettable fire that defines great rock & roll.

At their worst...well, the half-live double album Rattle and Hum (1988) - the product of U2's self-conscious infatuation with American roots music - wasn't a full-out disaster, but it was misguided and bombastic enough to warrant concern. With Achtung Baby, U2 is once again trying to broaden its musical pallette, but this time its ambitions are realized. Working with producers who have lent discipline and nuance to the group's previous albums - Daniel Lanois oversees the entire album, with Brian Eno and Steve Lillywhite assisting on a number of songs - U2 sets out to experiment rather than pay homage. In doing so, the band is able to draw confidently and consistently on its own native strengths.

Most conspicuous among the new elements that U2 incorporates on Achtung Baby are hip-hop-derived electronic beats. The band uses these dance-music staples on about half of the album's twelve tracks, often layering them into guitar-heavy mixes the way that many young English bands like Happy Mondays and Jesus Jones have done in recent years. "Mysterious Ways" is a standout among these songs, sporting an ebullient hook and a fierce guitar solo in which the Edge segues from one of his signature bursts of light into an insidious funk riff.

Elsewhere, as in the fit of distortion and feedback that opens "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses," Edge evokes the cacophony and electronic daring of noise bands like sonic Youth. Indeed Edge's boldness on Achtung is key to the album's adventurous spirit. His plangent, minimalist guitar style - among the most distinctive and imitated in modern rock - has always made inspired use of devices like echo and reverb; his shimmering washes of color on "Until the End of the World" and "Ultraviolet (Light My Way)" are instantly recognizable. But other tracks find the guitarist crafting harder textures and flashing a new arsenal of effects. On the first cut, "Zoo Station," he uses his guitar as a rhythm instrument, repeating a dark and buzzing phrase that drives the beat while his more lyrical playing on the chorus enhances the melody. Similarly, "The Fly" features grinding riffs that bounce off Adam Clayton's thick bass line and echo and embellish Larry Mullen Jr.'s drumming.

Bono's task, then, is to lend his sensuous tenor and melodramatic romanticism to expressions that match this sonic fervor. He announces on "Zoo Station" that "he's ready to let go/Of the steering wheel"; what follows are the most fearlessly introspective lyrics he's written. In the past, U2's frontman has turned out fiercely pointed social and political diatribes , but his more confessional and romantic songs, however felt, have been evasive. On Achtung, though, Bono deals more directly with his private feelings - not to mention his hormones. "The hunter will sin...for you ivory skin," he sings on "Wild Horses," and boasts on "Even Better Than the Real Thing" that "I'm gonna make you sing/Give me half a chance/To ride on the waves that you bring."

Almost as surprising, and even more affecting, are Bono's reflections on being an artist. On "Acrobat," over an arrangement that recalls the apocalyptic frenzy of "Bullet the Blue Sky," he pleads for inspiration: "What are we gonna do now it's all been said?" On "The Fly" self-doubt gives way to self-indictment: "Every artist is a cannibal," he sings in a whispered groan, "every poet a thief." Squarely acknowledging his own potential for hypocrisy and inadequacy, and addressing basic human weaknesses rather than the failings of society at large, Bono sounds humbler and more vulnerable than in the past. "Desperation is a tender trap," he sings on "So Cruel." "It gets you every time."

That's not to say that U2 has forsaken its faith or that Bono has abandoned his quest to find what he's looking for. On the radiant ballad "One," the band invests an unexceptional message - "We're one/but we're not the same/We get to carry each other" - with such urgency that it sounds like a revelation. Few bands can marshal such sublime power, but it's just one of the many moments on Achtung Baby when we're reminded why, before these guys were the butt of cynical jokes, they were rock & roll heroes - as they still are. (RS 621)

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With a lot less hype, but with as much anticipation as Use Your Illusion I & II, U2 releases Achtung Baby, an eerie, adventurous and powerful pop record. In a way it's the prettiest, most polished disc U2 has recorded, but it's also the weirdest - full of wild beats, blown level guitar noise and other experiments (maybe Eno forced them to listen to hours of Stockhausen while they were taping in Berlin). The result, thanks to Lanois, Eno and Lillywhite, is the union of the beautiful moodiness of The Unforgettable Fire with the bratty attitude of Boy. It was worth waiting three years to hear The Edge tackle more sounds, from even spacier rhythm chords to downright funky jams. On "Tryin' To Throw Your Arms Around The World," Bono sings the lines with such pure phrasing that you're convinced he's finally caught hold of those black soul muses he's been chasing for a decade. And with near-industrial vocals on "Zoo Station," you can hear he's not just satisfied with crooning. Even Adam Clayton's bass playing wakes up to go on the attack and stands in front of tracks like "Acrobat" and "Mysterious Ways." Like R.E.M.'s latest, Achtung Baby should dispel any notion that popularity and maturity has made them "uncool." Danke Schön Baby: All the above plus "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses," "One," "So Cruel" and "The Fly."

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 L y r i c s


Zoo Station   

I'm ready
Ready for the laughing gas
I'm ready
Ready for what's next
Ready to duck
Ready to dive
Ready to say
I'm glad to be alive
I'm ready
I'm ready for the push
   
In the cool of the night
the wartmth of the breeze
I'll be crawling around
On my hands and knees

She's just down the line ... Zoo Station
Got to make it on time ... Zoo Station
  
I'm ready
I'm ready for the gridlock
I'm ready
To take it to the street
Ready for the shuffle
Ready for the deal
Ready to let go
Of the steering wheel
I'm ready
Ready for the crush
   
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
It's alright...it's alright...it's alright...it's alright
Hey baby...hey baby...hey baby...hey baby
it's alright
it's alright

Time is a train
Makes the future the past
Leaves you standing in the station
Your face pressed up against the glass
   
I'm just down the line from your love...Zoo Station
Under the sign of your love...Zoo Station
I'm gonna be there...Zoo Station
Tracing the line...Zoo Station
I'm gonna make it on time...make it on time...Zoo Station
Just two stops down the line...Zoo Station
Just a stops down the line...Zoo Station


Even better than the real thing

Give me one more chance
And you'll be satisfied
Give me two more chances
You won't be denied
    
Well my heart is where it's always been
My head is somewhere in between
Give me one more chance
There will be a lover tonight
    
(Check it out)

You're the real thing
Yeah the real thing
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing
    
Give me one last chance
And I'm gonna make you sing
Give me half a chance
To ride on the waves that you bring
    
You're honey child to a swarm of bees
Gonna blow right through you like a breeze
Give me one last chance
We'll slide down the surface of things    

You're the real thing
Yeah the real thing
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing
    
We're free to fly the crimson sky
The sun won't melt our wings tonight
   
Oh now
Here she comes
    
Take me higher
Take me higher
Can you take me higher?
Will you take me higher?

You're the real thing
Yeah the real thing
You're the real thing

Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing.


One    

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you
Now you got someone to blame
    
You say
One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
It's one love
We get to share it
It leaves you baby
If you don't care for it
    
Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
    
Well it's too late
Tonight
To drag tha past out
Into the light
We're one
But we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One
    
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come tor raise the dead
Havew you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
We hurt each other
Then we do it again
    
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt
    
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
   
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
    
One life
But we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other

One

One.


Until The End Of The World    

Haven't seen you in quite a while
I was down the hold, just passing time
Last time we met was a low-lit room
We were as close together as bride and groom
We ate the food, we drank the wine
Everybody having a good time
Except you
You were talking about the end of the world
    
I took the money, I spiked your drink
You miss too much these days if you stop to think
You led me on with those innocent eyes
And you know I love the element of surprise
In the garden I was playing the tart
I kissed your lips and broke your heart
You, you were acting like it was the end of the world
         
In my dream I was drowning my sorrows
But my sorrows they learned to swim
Surrounding me, going down on me
Spilling over the brim
In waves of regret, waves of joy
I reached out for the one I tried to destroy
You, you said you'd wait until the end of the world.
(For Wim Wenders)


Who's gonna ride your wild horses

You're dangerous, 'cos you're honest
You're dangerous, 'cos you don't know what you want
Well you left my heart
Empty as a vacant lot
For any spirit to haunt
    
Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey

You're an accident
Waiting to happen
You're a piece of glass
Left there on the beach
Well you tell me things
I know you're not supposed to
Then you leave me
Just out of reach
    
Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey sha la la la
 
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?
    
Well you stole it
'Cos I needed the cash
And you killed it
'Cos I needed revenge
Well you lied to me
'Cos I asked you to
Baby...can we still be friends?

Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey sha la la la
    
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?
    
The deeper I spin
The hunter will sin ... for your ivory skin
    
Took a drive in the dirty rain
To a place where the wind calls your name
Under the trees the river laughing
At you and me...
Halluijah, heavens white rose
The doors you open
I just can't close
    
Don't you turn around
Don't you turn around
Don't you turn around
Your gypsy heart
Don't turn around
Don't turn around again
Don't turn around
And don't look back
Come on now love
Don't you look back
    
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna taste your salt water kisses?
Who's gonna take the place of me?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who could tame the heart of thee?


So cruel    

We crossed the line
Who pushed who over?
It doesn't matter to you
It matters to me
    
We're cut adrift
But still floating
I'm only hanging on
To watch you go down...my love
    
I disappeared in you
You disappeared from me
I gave you everything you ever wanted
It wasn't what you wanted
    
The men who love you, you hate the most
They pass through you like a ghost
They look for you but your spirit is in the air
Baby...you're nowhere

You say in love there are no rules
Sweetheart
You're so cruel
    
Desparation is a tender trap
It gets you every time
You put your lips to her lips
To stop the lie
    
Her skin is pale like God's only dove
Screams like an angel for your love
Then she makes you watch her from above
And you need her like a drug

You say in love there are no rules
Sweetheart
You're so cruel
         
She wears my love
Like a see-through dress
Her lips say one thing
Her movements something else
Oh love
Like a screaming flower
Love
Dying every hour
    
And you don't know if it's fear or desire
Danger of a drug that takes you higher?
Head of heaven
Fingers in the mire
    
Her heart is racing... you can't keep up
The night is bleeding like a cut
Between the horses of love and lust
In a trampled underfoot    
   
You say in love there are no rules
Sweetheart
You're so cruel
    
To stay with you I'd be a fool
Sweetheart
You're so cruel.


The Fly   

It's no secret that the stars are falling from the sky
It's no secret that our world is in darkness tonight
They say the sun is sometimes eclipsed by a moon
Y'know I don't see you when she walks in the room
   
It's no secret that a friend is someone who lets you help
It's no secret that a liar won't believe anyone else
They say a secret is something you tell one other person
So I'm telling you... child
   
Low Voice                           Gospel Voice
A man will beg                      Love we shine like a
A man will crawl                    Burning star
On the sheer face of love           We're fallin' from
Like a fly on a wall                The sky.... tonight
It's no secret at all
   
It's no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest
It's no secret ambition bites the nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about the grief
   
Low Voice                           Gospel Voice
A man will rise                     Love we shine like a
A man will fall                     Burning star
From the sheer face of love         We're fallin' from
Like a fly from a wall              The sky.... tonight
It's no secret at all
       
Oh yeah
It's no secret that the stars are falling from the sky
The universe exploding 'cosa one man's lie
Look I gotta go
Yeah I'm running outta change
There's a lot of things
If I could I'd rearrange.


Mysterious Ways   

Johnny toke a walk
With your sister the moon
Let her pale light in
To fill up your room
You've been living underground
Eating from a can
You've been running away
From what you don't understand
   
She's slippy
Your're sliding down
She'll be there
When you hit the ground

It's alright...it's alright...it's alright
She moves in mysterious ways
It's alright...it's alright...it's alright
She moves in mysterious ways
   
Johnny take a dive
With your sister in the rain
Let her talk about the things
You can't explain
To touch is to heal
To hurt is to steal
If you want to kiss the sky
Better learn how to kneel (...on your knees boy!)
   
She's the wave
She turns the tide
She sees the man inside the child

It's alright...it's alright...it's alright
She moves in mysterious ways
It's alright...it's alright...it's alright
She moves in mysterious ways
It's alright...it's alright...it's alright
She moves in mysterious ways
It's alright...it's alright...it's alright
Lift my days...light up my nights
   
One day you'll look back
And you'll see
Where
You were held how
By this love
While
You could stand
There
And not move on this moment
Follow this feeling
   
It's alright...it's alright...it's alright
She moves in mysterious ways
It's alright...it's alright...it's alright
We move through miracle days
Spirit moves in mysterious ways
She woves with it
She woves with it
Lift my days and light up my nights


Tryin' to throw your arms around the world    

6.00 in the morning
You're the last to hear the warning
You've been trying to throw your arms around the world
You've been falling off the sidewalk
Your lips move but you can't talk
Tryin' to throw your arms around the world
    
I'm gonna run to you...run to you...be still
I'm gonna run to you...run to you...woman I will
    
Sunrise like a nosebleed
Your head hurts and you can't breathe
You been tryin' to throw you arms around the world
How far you gonna go
Before you lose your way back home?
You've been trying to throw your arms around the world

I'm gonna run to you...run to you...woman be still
I'm gonna run to you...run to you...woman I will
         
I dreamed that I saw Dali
With a supermarket trolley
He was trying to throw his arms around a girl
He took an open top beetle
Through the eye of a needle
He was tryin' to throw his arms around the world
    
I'm gonna run to you...run to you...woman be still
I'm gonna run to you...run to you...woman I will
    
Nothin' much to say I guess
Just the same as all the rest
Been trying to throw your arms around the world
A woman needs a man
Like a fish needs a bicycle
When you're tryin' to throw your arms around the world
    
I'm gonna run to you...run to you
I'm gonna run to you...run to you
I'm gonna run to you...run to you
Woman be still...woman be still
Be still...woman be still
Woman I will


Ultra Violet - (Light My Way)    

Sometimes I feel like I don't know
Sometimes I feel like checkin' out
I want to get it wrong
Can't always be strong
And love it won't be long...
    
Oh sugar
Don't you cry
Oh child
Wipe the tears from your eyes
You know I need you to be strong
And the day is as dark as the night is long
Feel like trash
You make me feel clean
I'm in the black
Can't see or be seen
    
Baby Baby Baby light my way
        
You bury your treasure
When it can't be found
But your love is like a secret
That's been passed around
There is a silence that comes to a house
Where no one can sleep
I guess it's the price of love
I know it's not cheap
    
Baby Baby Baby light my way

I remember
When we could sleep on stones
Now we lie together
In whispers and moans
When I was all messed up
And I heard opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb
Hanging over my bed
    
Baby Baby Baby
Baby Baby Baby
Baby Baby Baby light my way

Baby Baby Baby
Baby Baby Baby
Baby Baby Baby light my way


Acrobat    

Don't believe what you hear
Don't believe what you see
If you just close your eyes
You can feel the enemy
    
When I first met you girl
You had fire in your soul
What happened your face
Of melting in snow?
Now it looks like this!

And you can swallow
Or you can spit
You can throw it up
Or choke on it
And you can dream
So dream out loud
You know that your time is coming 'round
...don't let the bastards grind you down
    
No nothing makes sense
Nothing seems to fit
I know you'd hit out
If you only knew who to hit

And I'd join the movement
If there was one I could believe in
Yeah I'd break bread and wine
If there was a church I could receive in
'Cos I need it now

To take a cup
To fill it up
To drink it slow
I Can't let you go

And I must be
An acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
...don't let the bastards grind you down
  
What are we doing to do now it's all been said?
No new ideas in the house, and every book has been read

And I must be
An acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And you can find
Your own way out
You can build
And I can will
And you can call
I can't wait until
You can stash
And you can seize
In dreams begin
Responsibilities
And I can love
And I can love
I know that the tide is turning 'round
...don't let the bastards grind you down


Love Is Blindness

Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me
Take my heart
Love is blindness
    
In a parked car
In a crowded street
You see your love
Made complete
Thread is ripping
The knot is slipping
Love is blindness
    
Love is clockworks
And cold steel
Fingers to numb to feel
Squeeze the handle
Blow out the candle
Love is blindness

Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me
Oh my love
Blindness
    
A little death
Without mourning
No call
And no warning
Baby...a dangerous idea
That almost makes sense
    
Love is drowning
In a deep well
All the secrets
And no one to tell
Take the money
Honey
Blindness

Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me
Oh my love
Blindness.

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