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10-10-2001 Joyce Center
slaneman:
What’s Going On
Joyce Center
University of Notre Dame
South Bend, Indiana, USA
2001-10-10
Mother, mother
There’s too many of you crying
And brothers
There’s too many of you dying
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some loving here today
Father, father
It’s no time to escalate
War is not the answer
For only love could conquer hate
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some loving here today
Barricades won’t block our way
Don’t punish me with brutality
Talk to me and we can see
What’s going on / What’s going on
What’s going on / What’s going on
What’s going on / What’s going on
What’s going on / What’s going on
Ooo...
Ooo...
(Some things went down)
Mother, mother
Everybody thinks we’re wrong
But who are they to tell us
Together we can be strong
You know we’ve got to find a way
To get some loving here today
Barricades won’t block our way
Don’t punish me with brutality
Talk to me and we can see
What’s going on / What’s going on
What’s going on / What’s going on
What’s going on / What’s going on
What’s going on / What’s going on
Ah…oh
Father, father
There’s too many of us crying
Father…father…
Father…father…father
slaneman:
New York
Joyce Center
University of Notre Dame
South Bend, Indiana, USA
2001-10-10
New York
It’s some song, a lot of choices
In New York I found some friends
To drown out the other voices
Voices on a cell phone, voices from home
Are you all right, baby?
I’m staying alone
New York… I got a place in New York
In New York summers get hot
Well into the hundreds
You can't walk around the block
Without a change of clothing
Hot as a hairdryer in the space
You turn it up and you stake around the place
New York, just got a place… in New York
New York
New York
New York
New York
In New York you can forget, forget how to sit still
And in New York you can’t forget
Just how strong the city’s will
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York….ah-ooo
New York…ah
The Irish been coming here for years
Acting like they own the place
They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt
They even got the police
Irish, Italians, Jews, Blacks, Hispanics
Religious nuts, political fanatics
Don’t belong, that’s not a New York kinda song
What’s goin’ on
New York, New York, New York
New York, ah-ooo
New York, ah-ooo
In New York…lost some solace
Midlife crisis
It’s not a problem
Just… too many choices
Hit an iceberg in my life
Yeah, I'm still afloat
I lost my balance, you lost your wife
In the queue for the lifeboat
Ya got to put the women, children first
I just got an unquenchable thirst for New York
New York, New York
New York, New York, New York
In the stillness of the evening
When the sun has had its day
I heard a voice whisper
Come away, child
New York
Ba-da-da-ba-da-da
Ba-da-da-ba-da-da
Ba-da-da-ba-da-da
New York…
slaneman:
Pride (In The Name Of Love)
Joyce Center
University of Notre Dame
South Bend, Indiana, USA
2001-10-10
One man comes in the name of love
One man he come and go
One man comes he to justify
One man to overthrow
In the name of love
One more in the name of love
In the name of love
One more in the name of love
One man caught on a barbed wire fence
One man he resist
One man washed up on an empty beach
One man betrayed with a kiss
In the name of love
One more in the name of love
In the name of love
One more in the name of love
Love, love, love, love, love
Mmm…
Early morning, April four
A shot rings out in the Memphis sky
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride
In the name of love
One more in the name of love
In the name of love
One more in the name of love
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
In the name of love
(And soul….my soul and love)
slaneman:
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Joyce Center
University of Notre Dame
South Bend, Indiana, USA
2001-10-10
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I can’t believe the news today
I can’t close my eyes, 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 I won’t heed the battle call
Puts my back up, my back up against a wall
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday / Sunday bloody Sunday
Alright, let’s go
?
Come on, Scotty
This battle’s yet begun
There’s many lost, but tell me, who has won?
Trenches dug within our hearts
Brothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
How long, how long must we sing this song
How long, how long
Tonight, we can be as one
Tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your bloodshot eyes / Sunday bloody Sunday
Wipe your tears away / Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday / Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday / Sunday bloody Sunday
We're so sick of it
And it’s true we are immune
When fact is fiction, TV a reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
And the battle’s yet begun / Sunday bloody Sunday
To claim the victory Jesus won / Sunday bloody Sunday
On
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
(There’s some more song)
A state of heart
A state of mind
A state of heart
A state of mind
A state of spirit…for peace
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
slaneman:
Kite
Joyce Center
University of Notre Dame
South Bend, Indiana, USA
2001-10-10
The last time that we were in the area here, um, in um, in Chicago…
I know, I know
But it was close, and, and ah we went, I went home because um
I was, there was a baby due any minute and ah, anyway
The, the, the, the baby’s name is John, if you’re interested
This is a song that was written about ah, having, ah, children, and ah
And all that kind of thing
I thought it was written about my children, em
Anyway, sometimes you don’t know
Ah…this is called Kite
Something is about to give
I can feel it coming
Think I know what it is
I'm not afraid to die
Not afraid to live
And when I'm flat on my back
Hope to feel like I did
And hardness, it sets in
You need some protection
Thinner the skin
I want you to know
That you don't need me anymore
I want you to know
You don't need anyone or anything at all
Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know, which way the wind will blow
Who's to know when the time has gone awry
Don't wanna see you cry
But I know that this is not goodbye
In summer I can taste the salt of the sea
There's a kite blowing out of control on a breeze
I’m wondering what's gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened to me
Edge
I'm a man…
And I'm not a child (somehow though)
I’m a man who sees
The shadow behind your eyes
Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to know what it is will break you
I don't know
Which way the wind will blow
Who's to know if the time has come around
I don't wanna see you cry
But I know that this is not goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Did I waste it
Not so much I couldn't taste it
Life should be fragrant
Rooftop to the basement
The last of the rock stars
When hip-hop drove the big cars
In the time when new media
Was the big idea
It was the big idea
Even at Notre Dame
Even at Notre Dame
In summer I can taste the salt of the sea
There’s a kite blowing out of control on a breeze
I’m wondering what’s gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened…to me
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