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发信人: neo (救世主), 信区: Rockroll
标  题: lyrics for u2 zooropa                  Andre (转寄)
发信站: 大红花的国度 (Sun Jun  4 14:49:04 2000), 转信

发信人: kobin (danny), 信区: Rock

标  题: lyrics for u2 zooropa

发信站: BBS 水木清华站 (Mon Oct 13 21:01:29 1997)

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)

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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?

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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

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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

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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

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Daddy's Gonna Pay 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 Alrig

ht

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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

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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

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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

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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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Album Information

U2

Bono -- Vocals & Guitar

The Edge -- Guitar, Piano, Synthesizers & Vocals

Adam Clayton -- Bass Guitar

Larry Mullen -- Drums Percussion & Backing Vocals

Paul McGuinness -- Manager

Studio Crew

Joe O'Herlihy -- Monitoring

Des Broadbery -- Programming, Keyboard & Guitar Technician

Fraser McAlister -- Guitar Technician (Bono)

Sam O'Sullivan -- Drum Technician

Stuart Morgan -- Bass Guitar Technician

Dallas Schoo -- Guitar Technician (Edge)

Colm "Rab" McAllister -- Studio Technician

Suzanne Doyle -- Studio Production Manager

Anne-Louise Kelly -- Album Production Manager

Recorded In

The factory, Windmill Lane Studios and Westland Studios, Dublin.

Additional Recording Facilities: Terry Cromer & Julian Douglas, Audio Engin

eering, Dublin. Special Thanks to: Ellen Darst & Gavin Friday

Words: Bono

Music: U2

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