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This is my favorite U2 album, let's appreciate its gloriousness.
 
Gone
You get to feel so guilty
Got so much for so little
Then you find that feeling
Just won't go away

You're holding on to every little thing so tightly
'Til there's nothing left for you anyway

Goodbye...
You can keep this suit of lights
I'll be up with the sun
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down

You wanted to get somewhere so badly
You had to lose yourself along the way
You change your name, well that's okay, it's necessary
And what you leave behind you don't miss anyway

Goodbye...
You can keep this suit of lights
I'll be up with the sun
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down

'Cause I'm already gone
Felt that way all along
Closer to you every day
I didn't want it that much anyway

You're taking steps that make you feel dizzy
Then you learn to like the way it feels
You hurt yourself you hurt your lover
Then you discover
What you thought was freedom is just greed

Goodbye...
And it's emotional
Good night...
I'll be up with the sun
You're still holding on
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down

Gone...sun...time...sun...
Gone...sun....gone...sun...
Sun...

Please
So you never knew love
Until you crossed the line of grace
And you never felt wanted
'Til you had someone slap your face
So you never felt alive
Until you'd almost wasted away

You had to win
You couldn't just pass
The smartest ass
At the top of the class
Your flying colors
Your family tree
And all your lessons in history

Please...please...please...
Get up off your knees
Please...please...please...
Please...

So you never knew
How low you'd stoop to make that call
And you never knew
What was on the ground 'til they made you crawl
So you never knew
That the heaven you keep, you stole

Your Catholic blues
Your convent shoes
Your stick-on tattoos
Now they're making the news
Your holy war
Your northern star
Your sermon on the mount
From the boot of your car

Please...please...please...
Get up off your knees
Please...please...please...
Leave me out of this please

So love is hard
And love is tough
But love is not
What you're thinking of

September
Streets capsizing
Spilling over
Down the drain
Shards of glass
Splinters like rain
But you could only feel
Your own pain

October
Talk getting nowhere
November
December
Remember
Are we just starting again

Please...please...please...
Get up off your knees, yeah
Please...please...please...
Please...

So love is big
Is bigger than us
But love is not
What you're thinking of

It's what lovers deal
It's what lovers steal
You know I've found it hard to receive

'Cause you my love
I could never believe

Wake Up Dead Man
Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a fucked up world it is too
Tell me, tell me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's all gonna be

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, I'm waiting here boss
I know you're looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free
Your father, He made the world in seven
He's in charge of heaven
Will you put in a word in for me

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Listen to your words they'll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum of the radio
Listen over sounds of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out their time

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, were you just around the corner
Did You think to try and warn her
Or are you working on something new
If there's an order in all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder
Can we rewind it just once more

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

If God Will Send His Angels
Nobody else here baby
No one here to blame
No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain

Nobody made you do it
No one put words in your mouth
Nobody here taking orders
When love took a train heading south

It's the blind leading the blonde
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs

Hey if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright

God has got his phone off the hook, babe
Would he even pick up if he could
It's been a while since we saw that child
Hanging 'round this neighborhood
You see his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus sister's eyes are a blister
The High Street never looked so low

It's the blind leading the blonde
It's the cops collecting for the cons
So where is the hope and where is the faith
And the love...what's that you say to me
Does love...light up your Christmas tree
The next minute you're blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news

If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Where do we go
Where do we go

Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door

It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on

If God will send his angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well if God would send his angels
Where do we go

I don't want to lie
(Where do we go)
I don't want to have a feel for the song
And I want to love, and I...
(Where do we go)
And I want to feel alone

Mofo
Looking for to save my save my soul
Looking in the places where no flowers grow
Looking for to fill that God shaped hole
Mother...mother sucking rock and roll (Mother...)

Holy dunc, spacejunk coming in for the splash
(Been around the back...been around the front)
White dopes on punk staring into the flash
(Been around the back...been around the front)
Looking for the baby Jesus under the trash
(Been around the back...been around the front)

Mother...mother sucking rock and roll (Mother...)
Mother [scat singing] rock and roll (Mother...)

Mother...mother...mother...
Mother...mother...mother...

Mother...am I still your son
You know I've waited for so long to hear you say so
Mother...you left and made me someone
Now I'm still a child, no one tells me no

Looking for a sound that's going to drown out the world
(Been around the back...been around the front)
Looking for the father of my two little girls
(Been around the back...been around the front)
Got the swing got the sway got my straw in lemonade
(Been around the back...been around the front)
Still looking for the face I had before the world was made
(Been around the back...been around the front)

Mother...mother sucking rock and roll (Mother...)
Bubble popping sugar dropping rock and roll (Mother...)
Mother...mother suck, yeah, fuck yeah (Mother...)

Mother...mother...mother...
Mother...mother...mother...

Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Fool me brother
Woo me sister
Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother


Possibly the best set of lyrics from any U2 album? :drool:
 
MIAMI
Weather 'round here chopping and changing
Surgery in the air
Print shirts and southern accents
Cigars and big hair
We got the wheels, petrol's cheap
We only went there for a week
Got the sun, got the sand
Got the batteries in the handycam...

Her eyes are swimming pool blue
Dumb bells on a diving board
Baby's always attracted to the things she's afraid of
Big girl with the sweet tooth
Watches the skinny girl in the photo shoot
Freshmen, squeaky clean
She tastes of chlorine
(Miami), my mammy

Love the movies babe
Love to walk through the movie sets
Get to shoot someone in the foot
Get to smoke some cigarettes
No big deal we know the score
Just back from the video store
Got the car and the car chase
What's he got inside the case
I want a close up of that face
Here comes the car chase

I bought two new suits... Miami
Pink and blue... Miami
I took a picture of you... My mammy
Getting hot in a photo booth... Miami
I said you looked like a Madonna
You said maybe...
Said I want to have your baby... baby, baby
We could make something beautiful
Something that wouldn't be a problem
We could make something beautiful
Something that wouldn't be a problem
At least not in Miami

You know some places are like your auntie
But there's no place like
Miami, my mammy
Miami, my mammy
(Keys are in the car)
(Miami, my mammy)
Miami, my mammy

(Shake, shake down)
(Shake down...)


:rockon:
 
not only their coolest album, its their coolest look by far

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definitely the most interesting

you gotta love hatless edge :drool:

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My favorite U2 album :rockon:

The darkest and most fascinating U2 piece of work ever.

I love the fact that Pop is pretty much like the best Beatles era, I mean, that kind of albums you never get bored findind new details every time you listen to it :camera: . Also is the hardest U2 album ever.

Production is splendid, lyrics are arguably Bono at his best ever, and the whole art concept is awesome :drool:

I've never believed that story about "unfinished" album. For me, Pop is beyond perfect. Also, it's one of the most dramatic and hauting pieces of music in the 90s, altogheter with Radiohead Ok Computer :drool:

Listen to songs as Please might be an uplifting experience. Pop has everything: European Techno and beats, Rock, Political songs, Glorious melodies, Dry musicalship, Lyrics, Colors, Concepts, etc, etc. They weren't afraid of change at that time. Damn, they didn't follow wave trend, they CREATED wave trends in those days !!!!. Because U2 cut their hair, every band must cut their hair in those days, even Metallica !!!!. Those were the last best days of U2, when they still were relevant, fresh, innovative and strong.

:bow:
 
we should start a petition to have EDGE remove the beenie.

I always liked that look, but after so many years it gets old.

Shave it off and go beenie-less
 
Most definately my favourite album. And by far the best look for the band.

u2pop1997ACsm.jpg
 
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sicy has deleted the flirt thread icon because it was distorted :sad:

oh wait, she has just edited so it fits now, but the old flirt smilies are gone now :sad:
 
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Chizip said:
sicy has deleted the flirt thread icon because it was distorted :sad:

oh wait, she has just edited so it fits now, but the old flirt smilies are gone now :sad:

Even though you're a shit for starting this thread, I've put it back for you :flirt:
 
Zootlesque said:

Mofo
Looking for to save my save my soul
Looking in the places where no flowers grow
Looking for to fill that God shaped hole
Mother...mother sucking rock and roll (Mother...)

Holy dunc, spacejunk coming in for the splash
(Been around the back...been around the front)
White dopes on punk staring into the flash
(Been around the back...been around the front)
Looking for the baby Jesus under the trash
(Been around the back...been around the front)

Mother...mother sucking rock and roll (Mother...)
Mother [scat singing] rock and roll (Mother...)

Mother...mother...mother...
Mother...mother...mother...

Mother...am I still your son
You know I've waited for so long to hear you say so
Mother...you left and made me someone
Now I'm still a child, no one tells me no

Looking for a sound that's going to drown out the world
(Been around the back...been around the front)
Looking for the father of my two little girls
(Been around the back...been around the front)
Got the swing got the sway got my straw in lemonade
(Been around the back...been around the front)
Still looking for the face I had before the world was made
(Been around the back...been around the front)

Mother...mother sucking rock and roll (Mother...)
Bubble popping sugar dropping rock and roll (Mother...)
Mother...mother suck, yeah, fuck yeah (Mother...)

Mother...mother...mother...
Mother...mother...mother...

Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Fool me brother
Woo me sister
Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother


Possibly the best set of lyrics from any U2 album? :drool:


:drool: Hell yeah
 
POP! :drool:

Pop is fantastic. If I ever meet Bono I'm gonna tell him to stop bashing it, because it's perfect :grumpy:

Everything about Pop is perfect. As Bono put it, the album is "fucking black". Pop is full of dark, gritty songs. Pop is full of rock socks. Pop is full of sexy songs. Pop is amazing.

Discotheque is out there, Do You Feel Loved is HOT, Mofo is ballsy, If God Will Send His Angels is deep, Staring At The Sun is hopeful, Last Night On Earth is rocking, Gone is amazingly intense, Miami is strangely sexy, The Playboy Mansion is clever, If You Wear That Velvet Dress is seductive, Please is anguished, and Wake Up Dead Man is desperate.

Everything about the entire era was simply fantastic. The music and lyrics were the best they've ever been. The band looked amazing. I love Bono's popchop, and am quite happy it's returned. I hate Edge's beanie, and was glad to see it retired for a while. Adam was rocking the bleached hair and funky glasses. And Larry... looked like Larry :p And the clothes, the clothes were silly, and awesome, and out there. The band created an anti-style.

And let's not forget the stage. What other band could get away with a 40 foot mirrorball lemon? A 100 foot golden arch? A giant toothpick supporting a 12 foot illuminated olive? And of course the 150 foot video screen. Not to mention the bubble suit, muscle shirts, and gay space cowboys.

:combust:
 
You said the naughty word, Chass.

Actually Larry looked angrier than he's ever looked, so he changed it up too! :drool:
 
i never really liked Pop until i became a member here. :reject:

Mofo is my most played Pop song with 68 plays :drool: :rockon:
 
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