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U2: The Joshua Tree

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Island Records
Released: 1987
Time:
 50:09
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Brian Eno, Daniel Lanois
Rating: ********** (10/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.u2.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 1989.12.02
Price in €: 16,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Where the Streets Have No Name (Bono/ClaytonEdge/Mullen) - 5:37
[2] I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For (Bono/ClaytonEdge/Mullen) - 4:37
[3] With or Without You (Bono/ClaytonEdge/Mullen) - 4:56
[4] Bullet the Blue Sky (Bono/ClaytonEdge/Mullen) - 4:32
[5] Running to Stand Still (Bono/ClaytonEdge/Mullen) - 4:18
[6] Red Hill Mining Town (Bono/ClaytonEdge/Mullen) - 4:52
[7] In God's Country (Bono/ClaytonEdge/Mullen) - 2:57
[8] Trip Through Your Wires (Bono/ClaytonEdge/Mullen) - 3:32
[9] One Tree Hill (Bono/ClaytonEdge/Mullen) - 5:23
[10] Exit (Bono/ClaytonEdge/Mullen) - 4:13
[11] Mothers of the Disappeared (Bono/ClaytonEdge/Mullen) - 5:14

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


THE EDGE - Guitar, Background Vocals
PAUL "Bono Vox" HEWSON - Harmonica, Vocals, Background Vocals
ADAM CLAYTON - Bass
LARRY MULLEN Jr. - Drums, Percussion

PAUL BARRETT - Conductor, Horn Arrangements
BRIAN ENO - Keyboards, Programming, Background Vocals, DX-7
DANIEL LANOIS - Rhythm Guitar, Tambourine, Background Vocals, Omnichord

STEVE LILLYWHITE - Mixing
BOB DOIDGE - Engineer
FLOOD - Engineer
PATRICK MCCARTHY - Engineer
DAVE MEEGAN - Engineer
ARNIE ACOSTA - Mastering
CHERYL ENGELS - Mastering
MARK WALLACE - Mixing
MARY KETTLE - Mixing Assistant
STEVE AVERILL - Artwork, Design, Cover Design
ANTON CORBIJN - Photography

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


Using the textured sonics of The Unforgettable Fire as a basis, U2 expanded those innovations by scaling back the songs to a personal setting and adding a grittier attack for its follow-up, The Joshua Tree. It's a move that returns them to the sweeping, anthemic rock of War, but if War was an exploding political bomb, The Joshua Tree is a journey through its aftermath, trying to find sense and hope in the desperation. That means that even the anthems -- the epic opener "Where the Streets Have No Name," the yearning "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" -- have seeds of doubt within their soaring choruses, and those fears take root throughout the album, whether it's in the mournful sliding acoustic guitars of "Running to Stand Still," the surging "One Tree Hill" or the hypnotic elegy "Mothers of the Disappeared." So it might seem a little ironic that U2 became superstars on the back of such a dark record, but their focus has never been clearer, nor has their music been catchier, than on The Joshua Tree. Unexpectedly, U2 have also tempered their textural post-punk with American influences. Not only are Bono's lyrics obsessed with America, but country and blues influences are heard throughout the record, and instead of using these as roots, they're used as ways to add texture to the music. With the uniformly excellent songs -- only the clumsy, heavy rock and portentous lyrics of "Bullet the Blue Sky" fall flat -- the result is a powerful, uncompromising record that became a hit due to its vision and its melody. Never before have their big messages sounded so direct and personal.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All-Music Guide



"The intensely personal 'The Josuhus Tree' album doesn't entirely avoid the political - how could it, with songs like "Mothers of the Disappeared" - but such concerns seem secondary to the quest for love and identity described in songs like "With or Without You" or "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For". Yet as vivid as the album's wordplay may be, it's still the music that carries these songs, from the itchy throb of "Bullet the Blue Sky" to the racing pulse of "Where the Streets Have No Name".

ROLLING STONE ALBUM GUIDE *****



According to a recent interview, while working on the Artists United Against Apartheid project, U2's Bono got his first introduction to blues roots when Little Steven loaned him some albums. The experience changed him, and the immediate result was the blistering "Silver And Gold" which closed the Sun City album. That experience infuses The Joshua Tree, U2's fifth and most mature LP, with a seething, exquisitely controlled energy. Bono's vocals burn, channelling his emotional excesses into passion rather than exuberance, and the band matches that performance with an equally precise and powerful one. The Joshua Tree is beautifully produced by Brian Eno and Daniel Lanois (again), who, more comfortable here with the band, seem to deserve much of the credit for the LP's cohesive sound. Steve Lillywhite returns to mix the LPs first three tracks, all of which must be airplay choices, including the luscious single "With Or Without You." But it's the fourth track, "Bullet The Blue Sky," which has the greatest impact. The Edge's guitar stings and Bono's angry growl sings of South American terror. Also try "One Tree Hill," "Still Haven't Found," "God's Country" and the moody, creative "Exit."

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 L y r i c s


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
We're still building
Then burning down love, burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you...
(It's all I can do)

The cities a flood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled into dust
I'll 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
(It's all I can do)


I STILL HAVEN'T FOUND WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR

I have climbed the highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you

I have run I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire
I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for

I believe in the Kingdom Come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
But yes I'm still running.
You broke the bonds
You loosened the chains
You carried the cross
And my shame
And my shame
You know I believed it
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for


WITH OR WITHOUT YOU

See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you
Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait....without you

With or without you
With or without you

Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for you

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away

My hands are tied
My body bruised, she's got me with
Nothing left to win
And nothing else to lose

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you


BULLET THE BLUE SKY

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
Take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America

Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain come through the gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children who run into the arms of America


RUNNING TO STAND STILL

And so she woke up
From where she was lying still
Said we got to do something about where we're going
Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving train
Maybe run from the darkness in the night
Singing Ha La La La De Day
Singing Ha La La La De Day
Sweet the sin
But the bitter taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out
You got to 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
Singing Ha La La La De Day
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


RED HILL MINING TOWN

From Father to Son
The blood runs thin
Our faces frozen (still) against the wind
The seam is split
The coal face cracked
The lines are long
And there's no going back
Through hands of steel
And a heart of stone
Our labor day has come and gone
And you leave us holding on
In Red Hill Town
As the lights go down
I'm hanging on
You're all that's left to hang on to
I'm holding on
You're all that's left to hang on to

The glass is cut
The bottle runs dry
Our love runs cold
In the caverns of the night
We're wounded by fear
Injured in doubt
I can lose myself
I'm holding on
You're all that's left to hold on to

And we scorch the earth
Set fire to the sky
Stoop so low to reach so high
A link is lost
The chain undone
Now we wait all day
For the night to come
And it comes
And it comes
Like a hunter (child)
I'm hanging on
You're all that's left to hang on to
I'm hanging on to
You're all that's left to hang on to
We see love slowly stripped away
Our love, has seen a better day
I'm hanging on
You're all that's left to hold on to
I'm holding on
You're all that's left to hold on to
See the lights go down on Red Hill Town
See lights go down on Red Hill Town


IN GOD'S COUNTRY

Desert sky
Dream beneath a desert sky
The rivers run
But soon run dry
We need new dreams tonight
Desert rose
Dreamed I saw a desert rose
Dress torn in ribbons
And in bows
Like a siren she calls (to me)
Sleep comes like a drug...In God's Country
Sad eyes crooked crosses...In God's Country
Set me alight
We'll punch a hole right through the night
Everyday the dreamers die
She is Liberty
And she comes to rescue me
Hope, faith, her vanity
The greatest gift is gold
Sleep comes like a drug...In God's Country
Sad eyes crooked crosses...In God's Country

Naked flame
She stands with a naked flame
I stand with the sons of Cain
Burned by the fire of love
Burned by the fire of love


TRIP THROUGH YOUR WIRES

In the distance
She saw me coming
I was calling out
I was calling out

Still shaking
Still in pain
Angel or devil
I was thirsty
And you wet my lips

You, I'm waiting for you
You, you set my desire
I trip through your wires

I was broken, bent out of shape
I was naked in the clothes you made
My lips were dry, throat like rust
You gave me shelter
>From the heat and the dust
There's no more water in the well
No more water in the well

Angel or devil
I was thirsty and you wet my lips

You, I'm waiting for you
You, You set my desire

I trip through your wires
Thunder, thunder on the mountain
There's a rain cloud in the desert sky
In the distance you saw me coming
I was calling out
I was calling out


ONE TREE HILL

We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill
As the day begs the night for mercy
Your sun so bright it leaves no shadows, only scars
Carved into stone on the face of earth
The moon is up and over One Tree Hill
We see the sun go down in your eyes
You ran like river to the sea
Like a river to the sea
And in our world a heart of darkness, a firezone
Where poets speak their hearts, then bleed for it
Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love
You know his blood still cries from the ground
It runs like a river to the sea
Like a river to the sea
I don't believe in painted roses or bleeding hearts
While bullets rape the night of the merciful
I'll see you again when the stars fall from the sky
And the moon has turned red over One Tree Hill
We run like a river to the sea
Like a river to the sea


EXIT

You know he got the cure...but then he went astray,
He used to stay awake
To drive the dreams he had away
He wanted to believe
In the hands of love...

His head it felt heavy
As he cut across the land
He went deeper into black
Deeper into white...he could see
The stars shine
Like nails in the night
He felt the healing
Healing, healing, healing
Hands of love
Like the stars shiny, shiny...
>From above.

He put his hands in the pocket
His finger on the steel
The pistol weighed heavy
His heart he could feel
Was beating, beating
Beating, beating oh my love
Oh my love, oh my love
Oh my love.

He saw the hands that build
Could also pull down....
The hands of love.


MOTHERS OF THE DISAPPEARED

Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat...
We hear their heartbeat
In the wind
We hear their laughter
In the rain
We see their tears
Hear their heartbeat...
We hear their heartbeat
Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeat...
We hear their heartbeat
In the trees
Our sons stand naked
Through the walls
Our daughters cry
See their tears in the rainfall

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