Charles Manson stjal denne sang fra Beatles...
Vi stjæler den tilbage.
♪ When you get to the bottom ♪
♪ You go back to the top of the slide ♪
♪ And you stop, and you turn ♪
♪ And you go for a ride ♪
♪ Then you get to the bottom ♪
♪ Then you see me again ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Do you, don't you want me to love you? ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Coming down fast, l'm right here above you ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer ♪
♪ Ain't no lover, but you ain't no dancer ♪
♪ Helter skelter ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Do you, don't you want me to make you? ♪
♪ l'm coming down fast, now, don't let me break you ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer ♪
♪ You ain't no lover, but you ain't no dancer ♪
♪ Helter skelter ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ When you get to the bottom ♪
♪ You go back to the top of the slide ♪
♪ And you turn, and you stop ♪
♪ And you go for a ride ♪
♪ Then you get to the bottom ♪
♪ Then you see me again ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Do you, don't you want me to love you? ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Coming down fast, l'm right here above you ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer ♪
♪ You ain't no lover, but you ain't no dancer ♪
♪ Helter skelter ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
And again!
♪ Helter skelter ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Hold me now ♪
♪ Oh, hold me now ♪
♪ Till this hour ♪
♪ Has gone around ♪
♪ And l'm gone ♪
♪ On the rising tide ♪
♪ For to face ♪
♪ Van Diemen's land ♪
♪ lt's a bitter pill ♪
♪ l swallow here ♪
♪ To be rent ♪
♪ From one so dear ♪
♪ We fought for justice ♪
♪ And not for gain ♪
♪ But the magistrate ♪
♪ Sent me away ♪
♪ Hold me now ♪
♪ Oh, hold me now ♪
♪ Till this hour ♪
♪ Has gone around ♪
♪ And l'm gone ♪
♪ On the rising tide ♪
♪ For to face ♪
♪ Van Diemen's land ♪
- Er film dyre! - Nej.
Hvor er det øl!
Vi er her i Dublin, hvor I optager nogle nye sange.
Jeg vidste, det ikke ville virke.
Hvad er der sket-
-mellem at I skrev og optog det nye "Joshua Tree" album-
-og turneen og nu de nye sange!
Adam...
Um...
Whooo!
♪ Lover, l'm off the street ♪
♪ Gonna go where the bright lights ♪
♪ And big city meet ♪
♪ With a red guitar ♪
♪ On fire ♪
♪ Desire ♪
♪ She's a candle ♪
♪ Burning in my room ♪
♪ l'm like a needle ♪
♪ Needle and spoon ♪
♪ Over the counter ♪
♪ With a shotgun ♪
♪ Pretty soon ♪
♪ Everybody got one ♪
♪ And the fever ♪
♪ Getting higher ♪
♪ Desire ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ And the fever ♪
♪ When l'm beside her ♪
♪ Desire ♪
♪ Burning ♪
♪ l'm burning ♪
♪ Whoo! ♪
♪ She's the firework ♪
♪ l'm exploding ♪
♪ She's the spark, spark, baby ♪
♪ See, l'm going ♪
♪ l was asleep ♪
♪ With 1,000 lovers ♪
♪ l've been to bed ♪
♪ With 100 others ♪
♪ Here we go ♪
♪ For the love of money, money, money, money, money ♪
♪ Money, money, money, money, money ♪
♪ Money, money, money, money, money, money ♪
♪ The fever ♪
♪ Getting higher ♪
♪ Desire ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
Hvad handler denne film om?
Det er en slags musikalsk rejse, du ved nok.
Nej, det er det. Det er en musikalsk rejse.
Det, filmen handler om, er...
Når en gruppe udvikler sig-
-gennemgår den flere faser.
Vi er ikke de samme, som da vi optog War-albummet, for eksempel.
Vi fangede det på "Under A Blood Red Sky".
Vi ville bare fange denne fase i gruppen, for at...
Åh, skråt op! Jeg ved det ikke.
- Hvad handler filmen om! - Det er en musikalsk rejse.
Nej, den handler om musik. Håber jeg da.
Det sagde du i hvert fald selv, den skulle handle om.
♪ You know he got the cure ♪
♪ You know he went astray ♪
♪ He used to stay awake ♪
♪ To drive the dreams he had away ♪
♪ He wanted to believe ♪
♪ ln the hands of love ♪
♪ The hands of love ♪
♪ Oh! ♪
♪ His head, it felt heavy ♪
♪ As he cut across the land ♪
♪ A dog started crying ♪
♪ Like a brokenhearted man ♪
♪ ln the howling wind ♪
♪ He went deeper into black ♪
♪ Deeper into white ♪
♪ He sees the stars shine like nails in the night ♪
♪ He felt the healing, healing ♪
♪ Healing hands of love ♪
♪ Like the stars shining from above ♪
♪ His hand in his pocket ♪
♪ His finger on the steel ♪
♪ The pistol weighed heavy ♪
♪ His heart he could feel ♪
♪ Was beating, beating, beating, beating ♪
♪ Oh, my love, my love, my love, my love ♪
♪ They say the hands that build... ♪
♪ can also pull down ♪
♪ Even the hands of love ♪
♪ Even the hands of love! ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-l-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-l-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-l-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-l-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-l-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-l-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-l-A ♪
♪ Glo... ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-l-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-l-A ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
♪ G-L-O-R-l-A ♪
♪ Glo... ♪
♪ Gloria ♪
Mange tak!
Sangen "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" er en gospelsang.
Det lyder ikke som en gospelsang, på den måde vi laver den.
Men ser man på teksten og musikken, er det, hvad den er.
Vi fik et kassettebånd fra en ven ved Island Records-
-med et gospelkor, der sang den sang.
Det lød helt anderledes, men det lød spændende og nyt.
Så vi tog til Harlem og besøgte den kirke-
-hvor koret øvede sig.
Vi spillede sammen med dem og fik den ide-
-at lave et arrangement sammen.
Min egen conga!
♪ l have climbed ♪
♪ The highest mountain ♪
♪ l have run ♪
♪ Through the fields ♪
♪ Only to be with you ♪
♪ l have run ♪
♪ l have crawled ♪
♪ l have scaled ♪
♪ These city walls ♪
♪ Only to be with you ♪
♪ But l still ♪
♪ Haven't found ♪
♪ What l'm looking for ♪
♪ But l still ♪
♪ Haven't found ♪
♪ What l'm looking for ♪
♪ l have kissed ♪
♪ Honey lips ♪
♪ Felt the healing ♪
♪ ln her fingertips ♪
♪ You're burning like a fire ♪
♪ Burning hot as fire ♪
♪ This burning desire ♪
♪ Burning with desire ♪
♪ l have spoke ♪
♪ With the tongue of angel ♪
♪ l have held ♪
♪ The hand of the devil ♪
♪ lt was warm in the night ♪
♪ ln the night ♪
♪ l was cold as a stone ♪
♪ Cold as stone ♪
♪ But l still ♪
♪ Haven't found ♪
♪ What l'm looking for ♪
♪ But l still ♪
♪ Haven't found ♪
♪ What l'm looking for ♪
All right
Sing with me.
♪ But l still ♪
♪ Haven't found ♪
♪ What l'm looking for ♪
♪ But l still ♪
♪ Haven't found ♪
♪ What l'm looking for ♪
♪ Oh, no ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ But l still ♪
♪ Haven't found ♪
♪ What l'm looking for ♪
♪ No ♪
♪ l believe ♪
♪ ln the kingdom come ♪
♪ Kingdom come ♪
♪ All the colors ♪
♪ Bleed into one ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ l believe it ♪
♪ You know l do ♪
♪ Well ♪
♪ But l still ♪
♪ Haven't found ♪
♪ What l'm looking for ♪
♪ No, no, no, no, no, whoo ♪
♪ But l still ♪
♪ No, l still ♪
♪ Haven't found ♪
♪ What l'm looking for ♪
♪ Haven't found what l'm looking for ♪
♪ Searching high, searching wide ♪
♪ But l still ♪
♪ No, l still ♪
♪ Haven't found ♪
♪ What l'm looking for ♪
♪ For ♪
♪ Whoo ♪
♪ Hear me now, my brother ♪
♪ l need some freedom ♪
♪ Freedom for my people ♪
♪ l want some freedom ♪
♪ Freedom ♪
♪ Freedom, freedom ♪
♪ For my people ♪
♪ l'd like some freedom ♪
♪ l need some freedom ♪
♪ For my people ♪
♪ Freedom, freedom, freedom ♪
♪ Freedom for my people ♪
♪ l need some freedom... ♪
[Silver And Gold]
♪ ln the shit house, a shotgun ♪
♪ Praying hands hold me down ♪
♪ lf only the hunter was hunted ♪
♪ ln this tin-can town ♪
♪ Tin-can town ♪
♪ No stars in the black night ♪
♪ Looks like the sky fall down ♪
♪ No sun in the daylight ♪
♪ Looks like it's ♪
♪ Chained to the ground ♪
♪ The warden said ♪
♪ The exit's sold ♪
♪ lf you want a way out ♪
♪ Silver and-- ♪
♪ Broken back to the ceiling ♪
♪ Broken nose to the floor ♪
♪ l scream, and the sounds just come in ♪
♪ lt crawls under the door ♪
♪ There's a rope around my neck ♪
♪ And there's a ♪
♪ Trigger in your gun ♪
♪ Jesus, say something ♪
♪ l am someone ♪
♪ Captains and kings ♪
♪ ln the ship's hold ♪
♪ They came to collect ♪
♪ Silver and gold ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ l see the coming and the going ♪
♪ l've seen them captains and kings ♪
♪ l've seen their navy blue uniform ♪
♪ See them bright and shiny things ♪
♪ Bright and shiny things ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ The temperature is rising ♪
♪ The fever white-hot ♪
♪ Mister, l ain't got nothin' ♪
♪ But it's more than you got ♪
♪ Chains no longer bind me ♪
♪ Not the shackles at my feet ♪
♪ Outside are the prisoners ♪
♪ lnside the free ♪
♪ Set them free ♪
♪ A prizefighter in a corner is told ♪
♪ Hit where it hurts ♪
♪ For silver and gold ♪
♪ Silver and gold ♪
Yeah.
"Silver And Gold"
Denne sang blev skrevet på et hotelværelse i New York City-
-på det tidspunkt da en af vores venner, Little Steven-
-var ved at lave en plade for Artists Against Apartheid.
Det er en sang om en mand...
I et slumkvarter uden for Johannesburg.
En mand, som er træt af at møde det hvide Sydafrikas våben.
En mand, som er parat til at gribe til våben mod sin undertrykker.
En mand, som har mistet troen på vestens fredsmagere.
De skændes indbyrdes-
-og støtter ikke en mand som biskop Tutu-
-og hans bøn om økonomiske sanktioner mod Sydafrika.
Generer jeg jer?
Det var ikke meningen.
Okay, Edge. Lad os spille noget blues!
I er begyndt at skrive til det næste album!
I er jo præget af amerikansk musik, vil den så medtage amerikansk musik!
Vi tog til Sun Studios i Memphis.
Selv om der har været frisørsalon, og andre ting, som en butik-
-eksisterer det samme studie, selv med de samme fliser.
Vi fik Jack CIements-
-som optog Jerry Lee Lewis' "Whole Lotta Shaking Goin' On", derned.
Og vi optog fem nye sange på fem timer.
Larry Mullen Junior!
Jeg har ikke nogen mikrofon, så I kan ikke høre mig.
Hvis jeg havde sådan nogle fødder, ville jeg ikke vise dem frem.
Havde jeg et hoved som dit, ville jeg begrave det.
[Angel Of Harlem]
♪ lt was a cold and wet December day ♪
♪ When we touched the ground at JFK ♪
♪ lt was sunset over Uncle Sam ♪
♪ Charlie and the birdman ♪
♪ And Angel ♪
♪ New York like a Christmas tree ♪
♪ At night, this city belongs to me ♪
♪ Angel ♪
♪ Soul love ♪
♪ This love won't let me go ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ So long ♪
♪ Angel of Harlem ♪
♪ Blue light on the avenue ♪
♪ God knows when they got to you ♪
♪ Strung out, you learn to sing ♪
♪ Your eyes swollen like a bee sting ♪
♪ Birdland on 53 ♪
♪ The streets sound like a symphony ♪
♪ We got John Coltrane and the Love Supreme ♪
♪ Miles, and she's got to be ♪
♪ An angel ♪
♪ Soul love ♪
♪ Well, this love won't let me go ♪
♪ So long ♪
♪ Angel of Harlem ♪
♪ Mmm, hmm, hmm ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
Når man er på farten så længe-
-vil man af og til gerne gøre noget, som ikke er planlagt.
Musik kan blive så kedeligt, så konservativt, så forudsigeligt.
Vi har en ladvogn på pladsen med alt jeres gear, så vi er klar.
Øjeblik. Vi skal lige arbejde på "All Along The Watchtower".
Hvem kender hele teksten til "All Along The Watchtower"!
- Prøv en anden toneart. - Vi kan prøve i c.
♪ "There must be some way out of here" ♪
O.K.
♪ There must be some way out of here ♪
♪ Said the joker to the thief ♪
♪ There is too much confusion here ♪
♪ l can't get no relief ♪
- Er det i orden! - Så kører vi.
[All Along The Watchtower]
♪ There must be some way out of here ♪
♪ Said the joker to the thief ♪
♪ There is too much confusion here ♪
♪ l can't get no relief ♪
♪ Businessmen, they drink my wine ♪
♪ Plowmen dig my earth ♪
♪ None of them know along the line ♪
♪ What any of this is worth, yeah ♪
♪ No reason to get excited ♪
♪ The thief, he kindly spoke ♪
♪ There are many among us, yeah ♪
♪ Who think that life is but a joke ♪
♪ But you and l, we've been through that ♪
♪ And that is not our fate ♪
♪ So let us not talk falsely now ♪
♪ Because the hour is getting late ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Uh, uh, uh ♪
♪ All along the watchtower ♪
♪ Princes kept the view ♪
♪ While her husband came and went ♪
♪ Barefoot servants, too ♪
Yeah.
"Rock'n'roll-
-standser trafikken."
♪ All l've got is a red guitar ♪
♪ Three chords, and the truth ♪
♪ All l've got is a red guitar ♪
♪ The rest is up to you ♪
♪ There's no reason to get excited ♪
♪ The thief, he kindly spoke ♪
♪ There are some among us here ♪
♪ Who say that life is just a joke ♪
♪ You and l, we've been through that ♪
♪ And that is not our fate, at least today ♪
♪ So let us not talk falsely now ♪
♪ Because the hour is getting late, late ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Hey, yeah, hey, yeah ♪
♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
♪ eah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
"I Guds land."
♪ Desert sky ♪
♪ Dream beneath the desert sky ♪
♪ The rivers run, but soon run dry ♪
♪ We need new dreams tonight ♪
♪ Desert rose ♪
♪ Dreamed l saw a desert rose ♪
♪ Her dress torn in ribbons and in bows ♪
♪ Like a siren, she calls to me ♪
♪ Sleep comes like a drug ♪
♪ ln God's country ♪
♪ Sad eyes, crooked crosses ♪
♪ ln God's country, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Naked flame ♪
♪ She stands, a naked flame ♪
♪ l stand with the sons of Cain ♪
♪ Burned by the fire of love ♪
♪ Whoa, oh, oh, Whoa, oh, oh ♪
♪ Whoa, oh, oh, whoa ♪
Tak!
Mange tak!
Det var godt. Du smadrede virkelig til de bækkener.
Giv mig lige et lommetørklæde.
Hold øje med tredje vers i B.B. King-sangen.
Ikke første vers, første omkvæd, ikke andet vers, men tredje vers.
Jeg tæller, så kommer du ind. Kig på mig, stå ved siden af mig.
Vi kigger alle sammen på Larry.
Bare sørg for, at når vi når dertil, er alle forberedt.
Stå ved siden af mig og ind, for Edge er som altid på en anden timing.
Lad mig præsentere en, hvis musik jeg er kommet til at elske det sidste år.
Og hans utrolige band... Dette er B.B. Kings band.
Hvor er B.B.!
Tro det eller ej, B.B. King kom til Irland.
Han spillede på en klub i Dublin.
Vi skrev denne sang til ham: "When Love Comes To Town".
Jeg lyttede til båndet og fik sat noget af det sammen.
- Jeg håber, du kan lide sangen. - Jeg er vild med den sang.
Teksten er virkelig dyb.
Du er ret ung til at skrive sådan nogle dybe tekster.
Jeg er sådan en oprører. Jeg kan lide at gå derind og se, hvad der sker.
- Sprænge støbeformen. - Nemlig.
De ser lidt mærkeligt på mig. De siger...
"Han er 62 år gammel, og se, hvad han prøver at gøre."
- Er du 62! - Ja, jeg er 62.
Jeg er dårlig til akkorder, så vi fik en anden til at spille akkorderne.
Det gør Edge. Der er ikke mange akkorder i sangen, vist kun to.
Jeg er rædselsfuld til akkorder.
Jeg ved ikke, hvad jeg skal gøre...
Fortsæt. Er det en vits!
♪ l was a sailor, l was lost at sea ♪
♪ l was under the waves before love rescued me ♪
♪ l was a fighter, l could turn on a thread ♪
♪ But l stand accused of the things l've said ♪
♪ When love comes to town ♪
♪ l'm gonna jump that train ♪
♪ When love comes to town ♪
♪ l'm gonna catch that flame ♪
♪ Baby, l was wrong ♪
♪ To ever let you down ♪
♪ But l did what l did ♪
♪ Before love came to town ♪
♪ l used to make love under the red sunset ♪
♪ l was making promises l was soon to forget ♪
"Bleg som blonden på hendes brudekjole-
-men jeg efterlod hende stående der før kærligheden kom til byen."
♪ Ran into a juke joint ♪
♪ When l heard a guitar scream ♪
♪ The notes were turning blue ♪
♪ And l fell into a dream ♪
♪ As the music played ♪
♪ l saw my life turn around ♪
♪ But that was the day before love came to town ♪
♪ When love comes to town ♪
♪ l'm gonna catch that train ♪
♪ When love comes to town ♪
♪ l'm gonna catch that flame ♪
♪ Baby, l was wrong ♪
♪ To ever let you down ♪
♪ But l did what l did ♪
♪ Before love came to town ♪
♪ Hey, yeah, yeah ♪
"Jeg kastede terningen, da de gennemborede hans side."
"Men jeg har set kærlighed besejre et større skel."
♪ When love comes to town, l'm gonna jump that train ♪
♪ When love comes to town, l'm gonna catch that flame ♪
♪ Baby, l was wrong to ever let you down ♪
♪ But l did what l did ♪
♪ Before love came to town ♪
Mange tak. Godnat!
Ha ha ha!
Fint. Den tager vi.
Der er en masse følelser i. Det er i orden, unge mand.
Det er i orden.
♪ See the sun rise over her skin ♪
♪ Don't change it ♪
Woo!
♪ See the sun rise over her... ♪
Yo!
Blaf dig til et lift, Edge!
♪ Dawn changes everything ♪
♪ Everything ♪
♪ And the Delta sun ♪
♪ Burns bright and violent ♪
♪ Mississippi and the cotton wool heat ♪
♪ 66, a highway speaks ♪
♪ Of deserts dry ♪
♪ Of cool green valleys ♪
♪ Gold and silver mines... ♪
Jeg var lidt bekymret over at tage til Graceland.
I modsætning til nogen af de andre kan jeg godt lide Elvis-film.
Jeg plejede at se dem, fordi...
Det var skønt at se en filmstjerne, der var musiker.
I hver eneste af hans film spillede han jo ikke en bilsælger.
Han spillede en bilsælger, der elskede at spille guitar.
Det kunne jeg forholde mig til. Jeg arbejdede for mig selv et par år.
Jeg var kun en buddreng, men jeg elskede at spille trommer.
Det kunne jeg forholde mig til.
♪ Over her skin ♪
♪ She feels like water in my hand ♪
♪ Freeway like a river cuts through this land ♪
♪ lnto the side of love like a burning spear ♪
♪ And the poison rain brings a flood of fear ♪
♪ Through the ghost ranch here ♪
Kan vi få et billede på motorcyklen!
Tja, vi kan...
Hvad med snescooteren!
Du ved ikke, hvad Harley-Davidson betyder for denne mand.
Hvad med off-camera! Det ville være i orden.
Ja. Ligesom et personligt foto. Vi holder det her væk.
♪ ln this heartland ♪
♪ Heaven knows, this is the heartland ♪
♪ Heart, heartland, Hey, yeah ♪
♪ Heaven knows, this is the heartland ♪
♪ Heartland ♪
Jeg var bekymret over, at det, at vi skulle til Graceland-
-ville tage noget fra ham og tage noget fra os.
Da jeg kom dertil, nød jeg det.
Men at se gravene og den evige flamme-
-det virkede meget fjernt.
Jeg ville ønske, han ikke var blevet begravet i baghaven.
Hellere et sted, jeg ikke kunne komme hen til. Det ville have føltes bedre.
Jeg ved ikke hvorfor. Det er bare sådan noget, der sker.
[Bad]
♪ lf you twist and turn away ♪
♪ lf you tear yourself in two again ♪
♪ lf l could, you know l would ♪
♪ lf l could, l would let it go ♪
♪ Surrender ♪
♪ Dislocate ♪
♪ lf l could throw this lifeless lifeline ♪
♪ To the wind ♪
♪ Leave this heart of clay ♪
♪ See you walk, walk away ♪
♪ lnto the night ♪
♪ Through the day ♪
♪ lf l could, through myself ♪
♪ Set your spirit free ♪
♪ l'd lead your heart away ♪
♪ See you break, break away ♪
♪ lnto the light ♪
♪ Through the day ♪
♪ lnto the half-light ♪
♪ Through the flame ♪
♪ Singing ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh ♪
♪ So let it go, uh-huh ♪
♪ And so fade away ♪
♪ So let it go, uh-huh ♪
♪ And so fade away ♪
♪ Wide-awake ♪
♪ l'm wide-awake ♪
♪ Wide-awake ♪
♪ l'm not sleeping ♪
♪ Oh, no ♪
♪ l'm not sleeping ♪
♪ lf they should ask ♪
♪ Well, maybe they'd tell me what l should say ♪
♪ True colors fly in blue and black ♪
♪ Through silken sky and burnin' flag ♪
♪ Colors crash, collide in bloodshot eyes ♪
♪ lf l could, you know l would ♪
♪ lf l could, l would let it go ♪
♪ This desperation ♪
♪ Separation ♪
♪ Condemnation ♪
♪ ln temptation ♪
♪ lsolation, revelation ♪
♪ Let it go, uh-huh ♪
♪ And so fade away ♪
♪ Let it go, uh-huh ♪
♪ And so fade ♪
♪ Fade ♪
♪ Fade away ♪
♪ Not fade away ♪
♪ No, no ♪
♪ Not fade away ♪
♪ No, no ♪
♪ Not fade away ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ Let it go, uh-huh ♪
♪ And so fade away ♪
♪ So let it go, uh-huh ♪
♪ And so fade ♪
♪ Fade ♪
♪ Fade away ♪
♪ Not fade away ♪
♪ No, no ♪
♪ Not fade away ♪
♪ Hey, hey, ooh ♪
♪ Wide-awake ♪
♪ l'm wide-awake ♪
♪ Wide-awake ♪
♪ l'm not sleeping ♪
♪ Oh, no ♪
♪ l'm not sleeping ♪
♪ Oh, no ♪
♪ Good-bye, Ruby Tuesday ♪
♪ Who could hang a name on you? ♪
♪ Good-bye, Ruby Tuesday ♪
♪ Who could hang a name on you? ♪
♪ Pleased to meet you ♪
♪ l hope you guess my name ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ You know, l'm pleased to meet you ♪
♪ l hope you guess my name ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ So let it go, uh-huh ♪
♪ And so fade away ♪
♪ So let it go, uh-huh ♪
♪ Fade, fade ♪
♪ Fade away ♪
[The Streets Have No Name]
Oh!
♪ l want to run ♪
♪ l want to hide ♪
♪ l want to tear down the walls ♪
♪ That hold me inside ♪
♪ l want to reach out ♪
♪ And touch the flame, yeah ♪
♪ Where the streets have no name ♪
♪ Whoa ♪
♪ l want to feel ♪
♪ Sunlight on my face ♪
♪ l see the dust cloud disappear ♪
♪ Without a trace ♪
♪ l want to take shelter ♪
♪ From the poison rain, yeah ♪
♪ Where the streets have no name ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Where the streets have no name ♪
♪ Still building, then burning down love ♪
♪ Burning down love ♪
♪ And when l go there ♪
♪ l go there with you ♪
♪ lt's all l can do ♪
Yeah!
♪ The city's a flood ♪
♪ Your love turns to rust ♪
♪ We're beaten and blown by the wind ♪
♪ Trampled in dust ♪
♪ l'll show you a place ♪
♪ High on a desert plain ♪
♪ Where the streets have no name ♪
Oh, yeah!
♪ Where the streets have no name ♪
♪ Still building, then burning down love ♪
♪ Burning down love ♪
♪ And when l go there ♪
♪ l go there with you ♪
♪ lt's all l can do ♪
l can do it!
♪ Oh ♪
Hey!
♪ Oh ♪
All right!
♪ Where the streets have no name ♪
♪ Still building, then burning down love ♪
♪ Burning down love ♪
♪ And when l go there ♪
♪ l go there with you ♪
♪ lt's all l can do ♪
Yeah!
♪ Oh, darling ♪
♪ Oh, my darling ♪
♪ l want to go there with you, yeah ♪
Yeah!
All right!
Tak!
[MLK]
♪ Sleep, sleep tonight ♪
♪ And may your dreams be realized ♪
♪ lf the thunder cloud passes rain ♪
♪ So let it rain, rain down on him ♪
♪ Mmm ♪
♪ So let it be ♪
♪ Mmm ♪
♪ So let it be ♪
♪ Sleep, sleep tonight ♪
♪ And may your dreams be realized ♪
♪ lf the thunder cloud passes rain ♪
♪ So let it rain, let it rain ♪
♪ Rain on him ♪
[With Or Without You Begins]
♪ See the stone set in your eyes ♪
♪ See the thorn twist in your side ♪
♪ l'll wait for you ♪
♪ Sleight of hand and twist of fate ♪
♪ On a bed of nails, she makes me wait ♪
♪ And l wait without you ♪
♪ With or without you ♪
♪ Through the storm, we reach the shore ♪
♪ You give it all, but l want more ♪
♪ And l'm waiting for you ♪
♪ With or without you ♪
♪ With or without you, oh ♪
♪ l can't live ♪
♪ With or without you ♪
♪ Yeah, you ♪
♪ And you give yourself away ♪
♪ And you give ♪
♪ And you give yourself away ♪
♪ My hands are tied ♪
♪ My body bruised ♪
♪ She got me with nothing to win ♪
♪ And nothing left to lose ♪
♪ And you give yourself away ♪
♪ And you give ♪
♪ And you give yourself away ♪
♪ With or without you ♪
♪ With or without you, oh ♪
♪ l can't live with or without you ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ With or without you ♪
♪ With or without you, oh ♪
♪ l can't live with or without you ♪
♪ With or without you ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
Mange tak!
♪ Yeah, we'll shine like stars in the summer night ♪
♪ We'll shine like stars in the winter light ♪
♪ One heart, one hope, one love ♪
♪ With or without you ♪
♪ With or without you, oh ♪
♪ l can't live with or without you ♪
♪ With or without you ♪
Der er folk, der ville sige-
-man ikke skal blande musik og politik.
Eller sport og politik osv.
Men det synes jeg, er noget pis.
[Bullet The Blue Sky]
♪ ln the howling wind ♪
♪ Comes a stinging rain ♪
♪ See it driving nails ♪
♪ lnto the souls on the tree of pain ♪
♪ From the firefly ♪
♪ Red-orange glow ♪
♪ l see the face of fear ♪
♪ Running scared in the valley below ♪
♪ Sky ♪
♪ Whoo ♪
♪ Sky... ♪
♪ Whoo ♪
♪ Bullet the blue sky ♪
♪ Bullet the blue ♪
♪ ln the locust wind ♪
♪ Comes a rattle and hum ♪
♪ Jacob wrestled the angel ♪
♪ And the angel was overcome ♪
♪ You plant a demon seed ♪
♪ You raise a flower of fire ♪
♪ See them burning crosses ♪
♪ See the flames, higher and higher ♪
♪ Sky ♪
♪ Whoo ♪
♪ Sky... ♪
♪ Whoo ♪
♪ Bullet the blue sky ♪
♪ Bullet the blue ♪
Yeah
All right... now it's you.
♪ So 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 'em down ♪
100!
200!
♪ And l can see those fighter planes ♪
♪ l can see those fighter planes ♪
♪ Across the mud huts where the children sleep ♪
♪ Through the valleys and the quiet city streets ♪
♪ We take the staircase to the first floor ♪
♪ We turn the key and slowly unlock the door ♪
♪ A man breathes into his saxophone ♪
♪ And through the walls, we hear the city groan ♪
♪ Outside, it's America ♪
♪ So back in the hotel room ♪
♪ With John Coltrane and the Love Supreme ♪
♪ ln the next room, l hear some woman scream out ♪
♪ That her lover is turning off ♪
♪ Turning on the television ♪
♪ Well, l can't tell the difference ♪
♪ Between ABC News, Hill Street Blues ♪
♪ And the preacher of the Old Time Gospel Hour ♪
♪ Stealing money from the sick and the old ♪
♪ Well, the god l believe in ♪
♪ lsn't short of cash, mister ♪
♪ l feel a long way ♪
♪ From the hills of San Salvador ♪
♪ Where the sky is ripped open ♪
♪ And the rain pours through a gaping wound ♪
♪ Pelting the women and children ♪
♪ Who run...who run... ♪
♪ lnto the arms... ♪
♪ Of America ♪
[Running To Stand Still]
♪ So she woke up ♪
♪ She woke up from where she was lying still ♪
♪ Said l--l gotta do something ♪
♪ About where l'm going ♪
♪ Step on a steam train ♪
♪ Step out of the driving rain ♪
♪ Maybe run from the darkness in the night ♪
♪ Singing ha, ha la la la de day ♪
♪ Ha la la la de day ♪
♪ Ha la la de day ♪
♪ Mmm ♪
♪ Sweet the sin ♪
♪ But bitter the taste in my mouth ♪
♪ l see seven towers ♪
♪ But l only see one way out ♪
♪ You got to cry without weeping ♪
♪ Talk without speaking ♪
♪ Scream without raising your voice ♪
♪ You know, l took the poison ♪
♪ From the poison stream ♪
♪ Then l floated out of here ♪
♪ Singing ha, ha la la la de day ♪
♪ Ha la la la de day ♪
♪ Ha la la de day ♪
♪ Oh...ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, oh ♪
♪ She runs through the streets ♪
♪ With her eyes painted red ♪
♪ Under black belly of cloud in the rain ♪
♪ ln 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's running to stand... ♪
♪ Still ♪
♪ l'm still running ♪
♪ Still running ♪
♪ Still running, yeah ♪
♪ l'm still running ♪
♪ Still running ♪
♪ l'm still running ♪
♪ Still running ♪
Jeg ved ikke om den sang bør være med i filmen: "Sunday, Bloody Sunday".
For den dag, den dag med Enniskillen-bomben-
-bliver snart glemt, og folk vil ikke forstå, hvad vi følte på scenen.
Nå, her er vi så, irerne i Amerika.
Irerne er kommet til Amerika i årevis.
De kom fra den store hungersnød, hvor irerne flygtede fra sultedøden-
-og en engelsk regering, der var totalt ligeglad.
Helt indtil i dag.
Der er flere irske immigranter i Amerika i dag end nogensinde.
Nogle illegale, nogle lovlige.
Mange af dem stikker bare af fra høj arbejdsløshed-
-nogle stikker af fra problemerne i Nordirland-
-fra hadet i lejekasernerne og torturen.
Andre fra vilde terroristhandlinger-
-som den vi havde i dag i en by ved navn Enniskillen-
-hvor elleve mennesker ligger døde og mange flere såret-
-på en søndag: Den Blodige Søndag.
♪ Ooh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ l can't believe the news today ♪
♪ l can't close my eyes and make it go away ♪
♪ How long, how long must we sing this song? ♪
♪ How long, how long? ♪
♪ Tonight ♪
♪ We can be as one ♪
♪ Tonight ♪
♪ Broken bottles under children's feet ♪
♪ Bodies strewn across a dead-end street ♪
♪ But l won't heed the battle call ♪
♪ That puts my back up, my back up against the wall ♪
♪ Sunday bloody Sunday ♪
♪ And this battle's yet begun ♪
♪ There's many lost, but tell me, who has won? ♪
♪ Trenches dug within our hearts ♪
♪ Mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart ♪
♪ Sunday bloody Sunday ♪
♪ How long, how long must we sing this song? ♪
♪ How long, how long? ♪
♪ Tonight ♪
♪ We can be as one ♪
♪ Tonight ♪
Oh!
♪ Yeah ♪
Og lad mig sige jer noget.
Jeg har fået nok af irske amerikanere, som ikke har været i deres land-
-i 20 eller 30 år-
-og som så kommer og snakker om "modstandskampen".
Om revolutionen derhjemme-
-og æren ved revolutionen-
-og æren ved at dø for revolutionen.
Skråt op med revolutionen!
De taler ikke om æren ved at slå ihjel for revolutionen.
Hvad ære er der i at tage en mand fra hans seng-
-og skyde ham foran hans kone og børn!
Hvad ærefuldt er der i det!
Hvad ære er der i at bombe-
-en mindedagsparade med pensionerede veteraner-
-som har taget deres medaljer frem og pudset dem i dagens anledning!
Hvad ære er der i det!
At efterlade dem døde eller invalide for livstid.
Eller døde-
-under murbrokkerne fra en revolution-
-som de fleste folk i mit land ikke ønsker.
Ikke mere! Syng!
♪ No more ♪
♪ Wipe your tears away ♪
♪ Wipe your bloodshot eyes ♪
♪ Wipe your tears away ♪
♪ Sunday bloody Sunday ♪
Once again.
♪ Sunday bloody Sunday ♪
♪ And it's true we are immune ♪
♪ When fact is fiction, TV a reality ♪
♪ And today the millions die ♪
♪ We eat and drink while tomorrow they die ♪
♪ Sunday bloody Sunday The real battle's just begun ♪
♪ Sunday bloody Sunday To claim the victory Jesus won ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Sunday bloody Sunday ♪
[ln The Name Of Love]
♪ One man come in the name of love ♪
♪ One man come and go ♪
♪ One man come, he to justify ♪
♪ One man to overthrow ♪
♪ ln the name of love ♪
♪ What more in the name of love? ♪
♪ ln the name of love ♪
♪ What more in the name of love? ♪
♪ One man caught on a barbed wire fence ♪
♪ One man, he resist ♪
♪ One man washed on an empty beach ♪
♪ One man betrayed with a kiss ♪
♪ ln the name of love ♪
♪ What more in the name of love? ♪
♪ ln the name of love ♪
♪ What more in the name of love? ♪
♪ Ohh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Ohh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Ohh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Ohh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Early morning, April 4 ♪
♪ A shot rings out in the Memphis sky ♪
♪ Free at last, they took your life ♪
♪ They could not take your pride ♪
♪ ln the name of love ♪
♪ What more in the name of love? ♪
♪ ln the name of love ♪
♪ What more in the name of love? ♪
♪ Ohh, oh, oh, oh ♪
For den ærværdige Martin Luther King...
Syng!
♪ ln the name of love ♪
♪ What more in the name of love? ♪
♪ ln the name of love ♪
♪ What more in the name of love? ♪
♪ ln the name of love ♪
♪ Ohh, oh ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Oh ♪
Godnat!
Gud velsigne jer!
♪ You say you want ♪
♪ A diamond and a ring of gold ♪
♪ You say you want ♪
♪ Your story to remain untold ♪
♪ But all the promises we made ♪
♪ From the cradle to the grave ♪
♪ When all l want is you ♪
♪ You say you'll give me ♪
♪ A highway with no one on it ♪
♪ Treasure just to look upon it ♪
♪ All the riches in the land ♪
♪ You say you'll give me ♪
♪ Eyes in a moon of blindness ♪
♪ A river in a time of dryness ♪
♪ A harbor in the tempest ♪
♪ But all the promises we make ♪
♪ From the cradle to the grave ♪
♪ When all l want is you ♪
♪ You say you want ♪
♪ Your love to work out right ♪
♪ To last with me through the night ♪
♪ You say you want ♪
♪ Diamonds and a ring of gold ♪
♪ Your story to remain untold ♪
♪ Your love not to grow cold ♪
♪ Oh, the promises we break ♪
♪ From the cradle to the grave ♪
♪ When all l want is you ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ l want is you ♪
♪ All l want is you ♪