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slaneman:
Running To Stand Still
5-16-87
Brendan Byrne Arena

And so she woke up, woke up from where she was lying still
Said I gotta do something about where I’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

Sweet the sin, bitter the taste in my mouth
I see seven towers but I only see one way out
You gotta cry without weeping, talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice
You know I took the poison from the poison stream
Then I floated out of here

Singing ha-la-la-la-de-day
Ha-la-la-la-de-day,  ha–la-la-de-day-yay
Ha–la-la-de-day-yay-hay-ayay-hay-ayay-hay-ee
Ooo-oo-hoo

She runs through the streets with her eyes painted red
Under a black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging, she is raging
And a storm blows up in her eyes
She will suffer the needle chill
She’s running to stand… still

Mmm...

slaneman:
Sunday Bloody Sunday
5-16-87
Brendan Byrne Arena

Sunday Bloody Sunday

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
Tonight, tonight

Broken bottles under children's feet
And bodies strewn across a dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
Puts my back up
My back up against the wall

Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday

Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Alright so

And this battle’s just begun
There’s many lost but tell me who has won?
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, 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
Prove it!

After me, sing
No more, sing
No more
No more
No more
No more

Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your blood shot eyes / Sunday bloody Sunday
Wipe your tears away / Sunday bloody Sunday

Sunday bloody Sunday / Sunday bloody Sunday, shh
Sunday bloody Sunday / Sunday bloody Sunday
We're so sick of it
Sick of it

And it’s true we are immune
When fact is fiction, TV a reality, yeah
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

The real battle yet begun / Sunday bloody Sunday
We’ll claim the victory that Jesus won, yeah / Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday

Thank you

For Belfast and Derry, just sing it

Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday

slaneman:
Exit
Brendan Byrne Arena
5-16-87

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
In the hands of love
Woo
Woo

His head it felt heavy
As he cut across the land
A dog started crying
Like a broken hearted man
In the howling wind
In 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 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

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Unto this house we're born
Riders on the storm

So the hands that build
Can also pull down
Even the hands of love
Even the hands of love, oh

slaneman:
In God’s Country
5-16-87
Brendan Byrne Arena

Desert sky
Dream beneath a desert sky
The rivers run but soon run dry
We need new dreams tonight

Desert rose
Dreamed I saw a desert rose
Her dress torn in ribbons and in bows
Like a siren she called to me

Sleep comes like a drug
In God's country
Sad eyes, crooked crosses
In God's country, yeah...

Set me alight
We'll punch a hole right through the night
Everyday the dreamers die
To see what's on the other side

She is liberty
She comes to rescue me
Hope, faith, her vanity, yeah
With the greatest gift of gold

Sleep comes like a drug
In God's country
Sad eyes, crooked crosses
In God's country

Yeah...yeah...
Two-three-four!

Naked flame
She stands with a naked flame
I stand with the sons of Cain
Burned by the fire of love
Burned by the fire of love

Wo...wo...

slaneman:
Trip Through Your Wires
5-16-86
Brendan Byrne Arena

This is Trip Through Your Wires

Woo

She says
She saw me coming 'round
I was calling out
I was calling out

Still shaking, still in pain
You put me back together again
I was cold and you clothed me, honey
I was down and you lifted me, honey

Angel
Angel or devil
I was thirsty
And you wet my lips

You, I'm waiting for you
You, you set my desire
I trip through your wires
Yep

Well...I'm getting a little better at this
I'm sure...anyone else at lot better at this?
You wanna play? You can play
You wanna play this?

He makes even me look good at playing the harmonica
What's your name? Hey what's your name, what?
What's your name, Bruce Springsteen? C'mon

I was broken, bent out of shape
I was naked in the clothes you made
Lips are dry, throat like rust
You give me shelter from the heat and the dust
No more water in the well
No more water, water

Angel
Angel or devil
I was thirsty
And you wet my lips

You, I'm waiting for you
You, you set my desire
I trip through your wires

(Yeah this snow)

All I need, all I need
All I need, all I need
All I need, all I need
All I need, yeah, yeah, yeah

Thunder, thunder on the mountain
There's a rain cloud in the desert sky
In the distance, she saw me coming 'round
I was calling out, I was calling out
Calling out!

Thank you

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