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U2: Zooropa

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Island Records
Released: 1993
Time:
 51:20
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Flood, Brian Eno, The Edge
Rating: **........ (2/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.u2.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 1999.02.13
Price in €: 13,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Zooropa (Bono/U2) - 6:30
[2] Babyface (Bono/U2) - 4:00
[3] Numb (The Edge) - 4:18
[4] Lemon (Bono/U2) - 6:56
[5] Stay (Faraway, So Close!) (Bono/U2) - 4:58
[6] Daddy's Gonna Pay for Your Crashed Car (Bono/U2) - 5:19
[7] Some Days Are Better Than Others (Bono/U2) - 4:15
[8] First Time (Bono/U2) - 3:45
[9] Dirty Day (Bono/The Edge) - 5:24
[10] Wanderer (Bono/U2) - 4:44

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


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

BRIAN ENO - Synthesizer, Piano, Strings, Harmonium, Sound Effects, Background Vocals, String Arrangements
JOHNNY CASH - Vocals

FLOOD - Engineer, Loops, Mixing
DANIEL LANOIS - Engineer
MARY MCSHANE - Mixing Assistant
ROBBIE ADAMS - Engineer, Mixing
ALAN MESSER - Photography
STEVE AVERILL - Art Direction
ROB KIRWAN - Assistant Engineer, Mixing Assistant
DES BROADBERY - Chimes, Programming, Loops
CHERYL ENGELS - Production Coordination
WILLIE MANNION - Assistant Engineer, Mixing Assistant
SHAUGHN MCGRATH - Illustrations
JOE O'HERLIHY - Engineer
CHARLIE WHISKER - Illustrations
ARNIE ACOSTA - Mastering
ROB ADAMS - Engineer

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


U2 planned to record a new EP before launching the European leg of their ambitious Zoo TV tour in 1993, but the EP quickly turned into the full-length album Zooropa. Picking up where Achtung Baby left off, Zooropa delves heavily into U2's newfound affection for experimental music and dance clubs. While the title track marries those inclinations to the anthems of The Joshua Tree, most of the record is far more daring than its predecessor. While that occasionally means it's unfocused and meandering, it also results in a number of wonderful moments, like the quiet menace of "Daddy's Gonna Pay for Your Crashed Car," the space-age German disco of "Lemon," Edge's droning mantra "Numb," and the gentle, heartbroken "Stay (Faraway, So Close!)," one of U2's very best love songs. As the album winds to a close, it drifts off track, yet the best moments of Zooropa rank among U2's most inspired and rewarding music.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All-Music Guide



Following up their earthshaking "Achtung Baby," "Zooropa" further embellishes the new model U2. These are the superstars, after all, who audaciously reinvented themselves on their ninth album ­ exchanging chiming guitar for funkier riffing and dense, hip-hop-meets-industrial production, unrestrained wailing for insinuating talk-singing, fever for a bubbling heat. "Zooropa," their 10th outing, emphasizes the shift: Instead of the mythic, desert-landscape cover shot of "The Joshua Tree" (1987), there's deconstructed video imagery; for the desperate spiritual questing of "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For," they substitute the monochromatic dead-end musings of "Numb." They've found what they weren't looking for and are trying to learn how to live with it.
More influenced than ever by co-producer-conceptualist Brian Eno, the de facto fifth member whom U2 first employed on "The Unforgettable Fire" (1984), their music now parallels his in its pursuit of ambience. But in contrast to the gentle detachment of Eno's worldview (a kind of determined naivete or a brainy guy's wish for instinct), theirs now is one of an alert wariness, suspicion, threat.

"Lemon," "Daddy's Gonna Pay for Your Crashed Car," "Dirty Day" ­ this is smart, compelling, daring music that is also very demanding. With "The Wanderer" and its unsurpassable guest vocal by Johnny Cash, they step back and let a voice that transcends contemporary bleakness intone. It's the man in black speaking in the tough moral voice of an Old Testament prophet. Cash sounds more human than anything else in the post-apocalyptic zone of Zooropa, an echo chilling in its intimations of irretrievable loss. (RS 672/73)

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U2's teenage fans who love those sing-a-long, lighter-hoisting songs of theirs ("Sunday Bloody Sunday," "One") will be stunned at first, second and third listen to Zooropa, a dark-hearted, ironically danceable transformation featuring U2's alter-ego. Although the album is coproduced by The Edge (with Brian Eno and Flood), his guitars take a back seat to Eno's mercurial keyboards and Flood's input of drum loops and noisy samples. Even when the guitars do sound off, they're heavily tampered with (like all the instruments here), such treatment suggesting The Edge is looking beyond the rattle-and-strum sound that made him famous. Unlike Achtung Baby, Zooropa (knocked out in three quick months) has little room for pop kitsch or superstar pretense, with the mighty Bono going so far as to concede lead vocals to The Edge on the album's first single "Numb," and to Johnny Cash (!) on the album closer "The Wanderer." Sure, U2 could probably make another Joshua Tree with its eyes closed, but atypical, unhyped steps forward like Zooropa indicate this band's deeper genius and its commitment to debunking its mammoth star image.

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Not since the days of David Bowie running amok in Berlin (or even the escapades of one John Ono Lennon, ex-M.B.E.) has a rock star or group been So Huge and done utterly whatever the hell they wanted to do artistically, creatively and financially. On the one hand, Zooropa is as much a media constellation (tour, video melange, hype circus, Bono's gold-lame suit) as it is another record. But it's also fascinating musically, with shadows and echoes of other Eno-influenced rock milestones like David Bowie's Low, Talking Heads' Fear Of Music, or Roxy Music's first LP looming tall over Zooropa's contours. Expecting lots of easy, vacuous, rousing anthems for the band to play in all those humongous soccer stadiums? Not quite: More than just a stopgap album to prop up a tour, it's yet another bona-fide breakthrough. And what a brave new world we live in, as Zooropa unveils a whole new planetscape of treated sound-except for one guitar on "Stay (Faraway, So Close)" there's virtually nothing here distinguishable as a conventionally amplified instrument, as things are distorted, twisted, reverbed and sonically disfigured beyond recognition. Zoo keepers: "Babyface" (the most Bowie-esque of the lot), "Lemon," "Some Days Are Better Than Others" and Johnny Cash's guest vocal on "The Wanderer."

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ZOOROPA

Zooropa... Vorsprung durch Technik
Zooropa... be all that you can be
Be a winner
Eat to get slimmer

Zooropa... a bluer kind of white
Zooropa... it could be yours tonight
We're mild and green
And squeaky clean

Zooropa... better by design
Zooropa... fly the friendly skies
Through appliance of science
We've got that ring of confidence....

And I have no compass
And I have no map
And I have no reasons
No reasons to get back

And I have no religion
And I don't know what's what
And I don't know the limit
The limit of what we got

Zooropa... don't worry baby. It'll be alright
Zooropa... you got the right shoes
Zooropa... to get you through the night
Zooropa... it's cold outside, but brightly lit
Zooropa... skip the subway
Zooropa... let's go to the overground
Get your head out of the mud baby
Put flowers in the mud baby
Overground

No particular place names
No particular song
I've been hiding
What am I hiding from?

Zooropa... don't worry baby. It's gonna be alright
Zooropa... uncertainty... can be a guiding light
Zooropa... I hear voices, ridiculous voices
Zooropa... in the slipstream
Zooropa... let's go, let's go... overground
Zooropa... take your head out of the mud baby

(She's gonna dream up the world she wants to live in
She's gonna dream out loud)


BABYFACE

Catching your bright blue eyes
In the freeze frame
I've seen them so many times
I feel like I must be your best friend
You're looking fine, so fine, oh my,
Dressed up like a lovely day

Babyface, Babyface
Slow down child, let me untie your lace
Babyface, Babyface
Cover girl with natural grace
How could beauty be so kind
To an ordinary guy?

Coming home late at night
To turn you on
Checking out every frame
I got slow motion on my side
Turning around and around
With the sound and colour
Under my control
Round and around, going down
Dressed up like a lovely day

Babyface, Babyface
Tin foil hair all tied up in lace
Babyface, Babyface
Bitter sweet girl won't you give me a taste
How could beauty be so kind
To an ordinary guy?

Do do do... etc.

Babyface, Babyface, slow down child,
Let me untie your lace
Babyface, Babyface,
Open that door
Let me unpack my case
Babyface, Babyface
You're everywhere child
You're all over the place
Babyface, Babyface,
You're coming to me from outerspace
Hou could beauty be so kind
To an ordinary guy?


NUMB

Don't move
Don't talk out of time
Don't think
Don't worry everything's just fine
just fine

Don't grab
Don't clutch
Don't hope for too much
Don't breathe
Don't achieve
Don't grieve without leave

Don't check just balance on the fence
Don't answer
Don't ask
Don't try and make sense

Don't whisper
Don't talk
Don't run if you can walk
Don't cheat compete
Don't miss the one beat

Don't travel by train
Don't eat
Don't spill
Don't piss in the drain
Don't make a will

Don't fill out any forms
Don't compensate
Don't cower
Don't crawl
Don't come around late
Don't hover at the gate

Don't take it on board
Don't fall on your sword        (FAT LADY - Backing Vocal)
Just play another chord           
If you feel you're getting board    I feel numb
                    I feel numb
Don't change your brand            Too much is not enough
Don't listen to the band        Gimme some more
Don't gape                Gimme some more
Don't ape                Of that stuff love
Don't change your shape            Too much is not enough
Have another grape

Don't plead                Too much is not enough
Don't bridle                I feel numb
Don't shackle                I feel numb
Don't grind                Gimme what you got
Don't curve                Gimme what I don't get
Don't swerve                Gimme what you got
Don't lie, die, serve            Too much is not enough
                    I feel numb
Don't theorize, realise, polarise,
Chance, dance, dismiss, apologise
                    I feel numb
Don't spy                Gimme some more
Don't lie                Gimme some more
Don't try                Of that stuff love
Imply                    Gimme some more
Detain                    Too much is not enough
Explain
Start again                I feel numb

Don't triumph
Don't coax
Don't cling
Don't hoax
Don't freak
Peak
Don't leak
Don't speak               
                    I feel numb
Don't project                I feel numb
Don't connect
Protect
Don't expect
Suggest
                    I feel numb
Don't project
Don't connect
Protect
Don't expect
Suggest
                    I feel numb
Don't struggle                I feel numb
Don't jerk
Don't collar
Don't work
Don't wish
Don't fish
Don't teach
Don't reach
                    I feel numb
Don't borrow
Don't break
Don't fence
Don't steal
Don't pass
Don't press
Don't try
Don't feel
                    I feel numb
Don't touch
Don't dive
Don't suffer
Don't rhyme
Don't fantasize
Don't rise
Don't lie
                    I feel numb
Don't project
Don't connect
Protect
Don't expect
Suggest
                    I feel numb
Don't project
Don't connect
Protect
Don't expect
Suggest                    I feel numb


LEMON

Lemon
See through in the sunlight
She wore lemon
Never in the daylight
She's gonna make you cry
She's gonna make you whisper and moan
But when you're dry
She draws water from a stone

I feel like I'm slowly, slowly, slowlys slipping under
I feel like I'm holding onto nothing

She wore lemon
To colour in the cold grey night
She had heaven
And she held on so tight

A man makes a picture
A moving picture
Through light projected
He can see himself up close
A man captures colour
A man likes to stare
He turns his money into light
To look for her

And I feel like I'm drifting, drifting, drifting from the shore
And I feel like I'm swimming out to her

Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins

Lemon
See through in the sunlight

A man builds a city
With banks and cathedrals
A man melts the sand so he can
See the world outside            You're gonna meet her there
A man makes a car            She's your destination
And builds roads to run (them) on    You gotta get to her
A man dreams of leaving            She's imagination
But he always stays behind

And these are the days when our work has come assunder
And these are the days when we look for something other

Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins
Midnight is where the day begins

A man makes a picture
A moving picture
Through light projected
He can see himself up close        Gotta meet her there
A man captures colour            She's your destination
A man likes to stare            There's no sleeping there
He turns his money into light        She's imagination
To look for her
She is the dreamer
She's imagination
Through the light projected
He can see himself up close


STAY (FARAWAY, SO CLOSE!)

Green light, Seven Eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don't smoke, don't even want to
I see you check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
The wheels are turning byt you're upside down
You say when he hits you, you don't mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Is that what it is?

Red lights, grey morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depend's on who's around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip synch to the talk shows

And if you look, you look through me
And if you talk it's not to me
And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing

If I could stay... then the night would give you up
Stay, and the day would keep its trust
Stay, and the night would be enough

Faraway, so close
Up with the static and the radio
With satelite television
You can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast and Berlin

And if you listen I can't call
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout I'll only hear you

If I could stay... then the night would give you up
Stay then the day would keep its trust
Stay with the demons you drowned
Stay with the spirit I found
Stay and the night would be enough

Three o'clock in the morning
It's quiet and there's no one around
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel hits the ground


DADDY'S GONNA PAY FOR YOUR CRASHED CAR

You're a precious stone, you're out on your own
You know everyone in the world, but you feel alone
Daddy won't let you weep
Daddy won't let you ache
Daddy gives you as much as you can take
A-ha, sha-la, A-ha, sha-la
Daddy's gonna pay for your crashed car

A little uptight, you're a baby's fist
Butterfly kisses up and down your wrist
When you see him coming, you're licking your lip
Nails bitten down to the quick
A-ha, sha-la, A-ha, sha-la
Daddy's gonna pay for your crashed car
Daddy's gonna pay for your crashed car

You've got a head full of traffic
You're a siren's song
You cry for mama, and daddy's right along
He gives you the keys to a flamin' car
Daddy's with you wherever you are
Daddy's a comfort
Daddy's your best friend
Daddy'll hold your hand right up to the end
A-ha, sha-la, A-ha, sha-la
Daddy's gonna pay for your crashed car
Daddy's gonna pay for your crashed car

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday's Alright


SOME DAYS ARE BETTER THAN OTHERS

Some days are dry, some days are leaky
Some days come clean, other days are sneaky
Some days take less, but most days take more
Some slip through your fingers and onto the floor
 
Some days you're quick, but most days you're speedy
Some days you use more force than is necessary
Some days just drop in on us
Some days are better than others

Some days.... it all adds up
And what you got is enough
Some days are better than others

Some days are slippy, other days sloppy
Some days you can't stand the sight of a puppy
Your skin is white but you think you're a brother
Some days are better than others

Some days you wake up with her complaining
Some sunny days you wish it was raining
Some days are sulky some days have a grin
Some days have bouncers and won't let you in

Some days you hear a voice
Taking you to another place
Some days are better than others

Some days are honest some days are not
Some days you're thankful for what you've got
Some days you wake up in the army
And some days... it's the enemy

Some days you work, most days you're lazy
Some days you feel like a bit of a baby
Lookin' for Jesus and His mother
Some days are better than others

Some days... you feel ahead
You're making sense of what she said
Some days are better than others

Some days you hear a voice
Taking you to another place
Some days are better than others


THE FIRST TIME

I have a lover,
A lover like no other
She got soul, soul, soul, sweet soul
And she teach me how to sing

Shows me colours when there's none to see
Gives me hope when I can't believe that
For the first time I feel love

I have a brother,
When I'm a brother in need
I spend my whole time running
He spends his running after me

When I feel myself goin' down
I just call and he comes around
But for the first time I feel love

My father is a rich man
He wears a rich man's cloak
Gave me the keys to his kingdom (coming)
Gave me a cup of gold
He said "I have many mansions
And there are many rooms to see"
But I left by the back door
And I threw away the key...
For the first time
For the first time
For the first time
I feel love


DIRTY DAY

I don't know you . . . and you don't know the half of it
I had a starring role . . . I was the bad guy who walked out
They said be careful where you aim
Because where you aim you just might hit
You can hold onto something so tight
You've already lost it

Dragging me down
That's not the way it used to be
You can't even remember
What I'm trying to forget

It was a dirty day
A dirty day

You want explanations . . .
I don't even understand
If you need someone to blame . . .
Throw a rock in the air
You're bound to hit someone guilty

From father to son
In one life has begun
A work that's never done
Father to son

(And love . . . it won't last kissin' time)

Get it right
There's no blood thicker than ink
Hear what I say
Nothing's simple as you think

Wake up
Somethings you can't get around
I'm in you
More so when they put me in the ground

It was a dirty day
A dirty day
Hank says
THE DAYS RUN AWAY LIKE HORSES OVER THE HILLS


THE WANDERER

I went out walking through the streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn
And the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye

Yeah I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

I went drifting through the capitals of tin
Where men can't walk
Or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it

I went out riding
Down that ol' eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name

I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you

I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents

I went out searching, lookin' for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his father's right hand
I went out walking with a bible and a gun
The word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one
Now Jesus, don't you wait up
Jesus, I'll be home soon
Yeah I went out for the papers
Told her I'd be back by noon

Yeah I left with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you...
Yeah I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you...
I went wandering

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