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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... 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)

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
How could beauty be so kind
To an ordinary guy?

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
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

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

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 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

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

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

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