U2 Song Album Details

  

1. The Miracle (Of Joey Ramone)

2. Every Breaking Wave

3. California (There Is No End To Love) 4. Song For Someone

5. Iris (Hold Me Close)

6. Volcano

7. Raised By Wolves

8. Cedarwood Road

9. Sleep Like A Baby Tonight

10. This Is Where You Can Reach Me Now 11. The Troubles

 

The Miracle (Of Joey Ramone)

I was chasing down the days of fear Chasing down a dream before it disappeared I was aching to be somewhere near,

Your voice was all I heard

I was shaking from a storm in me,

Haunted by the spectres that we had to see Yeah I wanted to be the melody,

Above the noise, above the hurt.

I was young

Not dumb

Just wishing to be blinded

By you

Brand new

And we were pilgrims on our way

I woke up at the moment when the miracle occurred Heard a song that made some sense out of the world Everything I ever lost, now has been returned

In the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.

We got language so we can’t communicate

Religion so I can love and hate

Music so I can exaggerate my pain, and give it a name

I was young

Not dumb

Just wishing to be blinded

By you

Brand new

And we were pilgrims on our way

I woke up at the moment when the miracle occurred Heard a song that made some sense out of the world Everything I ever lost, now has been returned

In the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.

We can hear you

We can hear you

We can hear you

I woke up at the moment when the miracle occurred I get so many things I don’t deserve

All the stolen voices will someday be returned The most beautiful sound I’d ever heard

Your voices will be heard Your voices will be heard

Every Breaking Wave

Every breaking wave on the shore

Tells the next one there’ll be one more And every gambler knows that to lose Is what you’re really there for

Summer I was fearless

Now I speak into an answer phone

Like every falling leaf on the breeze Winter wouldn’t leave it alone

Alone

If you go?

If you go your way and I go mine

Are we so?

Are we so helpless against the tide? Baby every dog on the street

Knows that we’re in love with defeat Are we ready to be swept off our feet And stop chasing

Every breaking wave

Every sailor knows that the sea

Is a friend made enemy

And every shipwrecked soul, knows what it is To live without intimacy

I thought I heard the captain’s voice

It’s hard to listen while you preach

Like every broken wave on the shore

This is as far as I could reach

If you go?

If you go your way and I go mine

Are we so?

Are we so helpless against the tide? Baby every dog on the street

Knows that we’re in love with defeat Are we ready to be swept off our feet And stop chasing

Every breaking wave?

The sea knows where are the rocks And drowning is no sin

You know where my heart is

The same place that yours has been We know that we fear to win

And so we end before we begin Before we begin

If you go?

If you go your way and I go mine

Are we so?

Are we so helpless against the tide? Baby every dog on the street

Knows that we’re in love with defeat Are we ready to be swept off our feet And stop chasing

Every breaking wave

California (There Is No End To Love)

Barbara, Santa Barbara Barbara, Santa Barbara Barbara, Santa Barbara Barbara, Santa Barbara Barbara, Santa Barbara Barbara, Santa Barbara Barbara, Santa Barbara Barbara, Santa Barbara Barbara, Santa Barbara Barbara, Santa Barbara

California, then we fell into the shining sea The weight that drags your heart down

Well that’s what took me where I need to be Which is here

Out on Zuma

Watching you cry like a baby

California, at the dawn you thought would never come But it did

Like it always does

All I know

And all I need to know is there is no end to love

I didn’t call you

Words can scare a thought away

Everyone’s a star in our town

It’s just your light gets dimmer if you have to stay

In your bedroom

In a mirror

Watching yourself cry like a baby

California, blood orange sunset brings you to your knees I’ve seen for myself

There’s no end to grief

That’s how I know

That’s how I know

And why I need to know that there is no end to love All I know and all I need to know is there is no end to love

(Guitar solo)

All I know

And all I need to know is there is no end to love We come and go

Stolen days you don’t give back

Stolen days are just enough

Song For Someone

You got a face not spoiled by beauty

I have some scars from where I’ve been

You’ve got eyes that can see right through me You’re not afraid of anything they’ve seen

I was told that I would feel nothing the first time I don’t know how these cuts heal

But in you I found a rhyme

If there is a light you can’t always see And there is a world we can’t always be If there is a dark that we shouldn’t doubt And there is a light, don’t let it go out

And this is a song, song for someone This is a song, song for someone

You let me in to a conversation

A conversation only we could make

You break and enter my imagination

Whatever’s in there it’s yours to take

I was told I’d feel nothing the first time

You were slow to heal but this could be the night

If there is a light you can’t always see And there is a world we can’t always be If there is a dark within and without And there is a light, don’t let it go out

And this is a song, song for someone This is a song, a song for someone

And I’m a long long way from your Hill of Calvary

And I’m a long way from where I was and where I need to be If there is a light you can’t always see

And there is a world we can’t always be

If there is a kiss I stole from your mouth

And there is a light, don’t let it go out

Iris (Hold Me Close)

The star,

that gives us light

Has been gone a while

But it’s not an illusion

The ache

In my heart

Is so much a part of who I am Something in your eyes

Took a thousand years to get here Something in your eyes

Took a thousand years, a thousand years

Hold me close, hold me close and don’t let me go. Hold me close like I’m someone that you might know Hold me close the darkness just lets us see

Who we are

I’ve got your life inside of me Iris... Iris...

Once we are born, we begin to forget The very reason we came

But you

I’m sure I’ve met

Long before the night the stars went out We’re meeting up again

Hold me close, hold me close and don’t let me go. Hold me close like I’m someone that you might know Hold me close, the darkness just lets us see

Who we are

I’ve got your life inside of me Iris... Iris...

The stars are bright but do they know The universe is beautiful but cold

You took me by the hand

I thought that I was leading you But it was you made me your man Machine

I dream

Where you are

Iris standing in the hall

She tells me I can do it all

Iris wakes to my nightmares

Don’t fear the world it isn’t there

Iris playing on the strand

She buries the boy beneath the sand,

Iris says that I will be the death of her It was not me

Iris... Iris...

Free yourself, to be yourself if only you could see yourself Free yourself, to be yourself if only you could see...

Volcano

The world is spinning fast tonight

You can hurt yourself tryin to hold on To what you used to be

I’m so glad the past is all gone?

Been out in the wild

Been out in the night

Been out of your mind

Do you live here or is this a vacation?

Volcano, you don’t wanna, you don’t wanna know. Volcano

Something in you wants to blow

Volcano

You don’t wanna, you don’t wanna know

Your eyes were like landing lights They used to be the clearest blue Now you don’t see so well

The future’s gonna land on you

Been out in the wild

Been out in the night

Been out of your mind

Do you live here or is this a vacation?

Volcano, you don’t wanna, you don’t wanna know. Volcano

Something in you wants to blow

Volcano

You don’t wanna, you don’t wanna know You’re on a piece of ground above a volcano

You were alone,

Now you’re not alone

You were alone

But now

YOU ARE ROCK N ROLL

YOU AND I ARE ROCK N ROLL YOU ARE ROCK N ROLL

YOU AND I ARE ROCK N ROLL

Volcano, you don’t wanna, you don’t wanna know. Volcano

Something in you wants to blow

Volcano

You don’t wanna, you don’t wanna know You’re on a piece of ground above a volcano

Raised By Wolves

Face down on a broken street

There’s a man in the corner in a pool of misery. I’m in a white van as a red sea covers the ground Metal crash I can’t tell what it is

But I take a look and now I’m sorry I did.

5:30 on a Friday night 33 good people cut down

I don’t believe anymore I don’t believe anymore

Face down on a pillow of shame

There are some girls with a needle tryin to spell my name

My body’s not a canvas

My body’s now a toilet wall.

I don’t believe anymore I don’t believe anymore

Raised by wolves Stronger than fear Raised by wolves

We were raised by wolves Raised by wolves Stronger than fear

If I open my eyes, You disappear

Boy sees his father crushed under the weight

Of a cross in a passion where the passion is hate. Blue mink Ford, I’m gonna detonate and you’re dead Blood in the house,

Blood on the street

The worst things in the world are justified by belief Registration 1385-WZ

I don’t believe anymore I don’t believe anymore

Raised by wolves Stronger than fear Raised by wolves

We were raised by wolves Raised by wolves Stronger than fear

If I open my eyes, You disappear

Cedarwood Road

For Guggi

I was running down the road

The fear was all I knew

I was looking for a soul that’s real Then I ran into you

And that cherry blossom tree

Was a gateway to the sun

And friendship once it’s won

It’s won... it’s one

Northside just across the river to the Southside That’s a long way here

All the green and all the gold

The hurt you hide, the joy you hold

The foolish pride that gets you out the door Up on Cedarwood Road, on Cedarwood Road Sleepwalking down the road

Not waking from these dreams

‘Cause it’s never dead it’s still my head It was a warzone in my teens

I’m still standing on that street

Still need an enemy

The worst ones I can’t see You can... you can

Northside just across the river from the Southside That’s a long way here

All the green and all the gold

The hurt you hide and the joy you hold

The foolish pride that sends you back for more Up on Cedarwood Road, on Cedarwood Road

If the door is open it isn’t theft

You can’t return to where you’ve never left

Blossoms falling from a tree they cover you and cover me Symbols clashing, bibles smashing

Paint the world you need to see

Sometimes fear is the only place we can call home Cedarwood Road

A HEART THAT IS BROKEN

IS A HEART THAT IS OPEN

Sleep Like A Baby Tonight

Morning, your toast, your tea and sugar, Read about the politician’s lover

Go through the day like knife through butter Why don’t you

You dress in the colours of forgiveness Your eyes as red as Christmas

Purple robes are folded on the kitchen chair

You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight

In your dreams, everything is alright Tomorrow dawns like someone else’s suicide You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight

Dreams,

It’s a dirty business, dreaming

Where there is silence and not screaming Where there’s no daylight, there’s no healing

You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight

In your dreams, everything is alright Tomorrow dawns like a suicide

But you’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight

Hope is where the door is

When the church is where the war is Where no one can feel no one else’s pain

You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight

In your dreams, everything is alright Tomorrow dawns like a suicide

But you’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight Sleep like a baby tonight

Like a bird, your dreams take flight Like St Francis covered in light You’re gonna sleep like a baby tonight

This Is Where You Can Reach Me Now

For Joe Strummer

Soldier soldier

We signed our lives away Complete surrender

The only weapon we know Soldier soldier

We knew the world would never Soldier this is where you can

be the same reach me now

Old man says that we never listen

We shout about what we don’t know

We’re taking the path of most resistance The only way for us to go,

hup, 2, 3, 4, was enough

Soldier soldier

We signed our lives away

Complete surrender

The only weapon we know

Soldier soldier

We knew the world will never be the same Soldier this is where you can reach me now

This is the site

This is the season

This is where you can reach me now This is the time

This is the number

This is where you can reach me now

We come from an ancient place Beyond what we can see

We’ve come to colonise your night And steal your poetry

Old man knows that I never listen So how could I have something to say Old man knows how to cheat ambition You don’t lose if you don’t play

1, 2, 3, 4, was enough

Soldier soldier

We signed our lives away

Complete surrender

The only weapon we know

Soldier soldier

We knew the world would never be the same Soldier this is where you can reach me now

On a double decker bus

Into College Square

If you won’t let us in your world Your world just isn’t there

The Troubles

Somebody stepped inside your soul Somebody stepped inside your soul Little by little they robbed and stole Till someone else was in control

You think it’s easier

To put your finger on the trouble

When the trouble is you

And you think it’s easier

To know your own tricks

Well it’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do

I have a will for survival

So you can hurt me and then hurt me some more I can live with denial

But you’re not my troubles anymore

Somebody stepped inside your soul Somebody stepped inside your soul Little by little they robbed and stole Till somebody else was in control

Somebody stepped inside your soul Somebody stepped inside your soul Little by little they robbed and stole Till someone else was in control

You think it’s easier

To give up on the trouble

If the trouble is destroying you

You think it’s easier

But before you threw me a rope

It was the one thing I could hold on to

I have a will for survival

So you can hurt me then hurt me some more I can live with denial

But you’re not my troubles anymore

Somebody stepped inside your soul Somebody stepped inside your soul Little by little they robbed and stole Till somebody else was in control

Somebody stepped inside your soul Somebody stepped inside your soul Little by little they robbed and stole Till somebody else was in control

God knows it’s not easy

Taking on the shape of someone else’s pain God now you can see me

I’m naked and I’m not afraid

My body’s sacred and I’m not ashamed

Somebody stepped inside your soul Somebody stepped inside your soul Little by little they robbed and stole Till somebody else was in control

Somebody stepped inside your soul Somebody stepped inside your soul Little by little they robbed and stole Till someone else was in control

FLASHBACKS 4 SONGS OF INNOCENCE

at some point in 1977 u2 started making music together, calling ourselves THE HYPE and we were in love with the punk rock scene..I remember at one of our earliest shows, someone shouted “more punk in the Monkees”. They were right... I couldn’t sing with any of the jagged edges of the great rock or punk rock singers. I sang like a girl....that felt uncomfortable until the Ramones happened to me as they must happen to everyone. cos Joey Ramone sang like a girl, he loved all the great sirens... you could hear Motown, Dusty Springfield, Ronnie Spector. You could hear an echo of your pain in his voice.. that’s why you believed him, surfing to the future on a sea of noise. The 4 members of U2 went to see the Ramones playing in the state cinema in Dublin without thinking about how we were going to get in. we had no tickets and no money.. My best friend Guggi had a ticket and he snuck us through a side exit he pried open. The world stopped long enough for us to get on it. Even though we only saw half the show, it became one of the great nights of our life.... Edge remembers meeting his first love Aislinn outside. After the Ramones, I could try and be myself as a singer. I just needed to find out who that was.. emancipation. First journeys are exhilarating... geographically, spiritually, sexually...The first time you see an orchid or a freeway or a rock n roll band in full flight, it stays tattooed under your skin. Forever. For U2 - going to Los Angeles was like that. LA seemed like the polar opposite of Dublin. we love being somewhere between extremes. I remember Edge, Adam, Larry and me getting off a plane in California and looking at each other like ‘this is better than the movies’ and that was just the airport! i went on a pilgrimage to find Bob Dylan’s house because i gripped his songs tighter than the handle of any suitcase. I also wanted to see Brian Wilson’s house, it was supposed to have a sand pit with a piano in it... and I loved the Beach Boys. they brought - rhythm for the body - melody for the mind - harmony for the spirit etc Brian sang like a girl too... More first journeys...sex... note to song writing self: when dealing with this subject – must. try. harder....seeing The Clash for the first time on their first tour in Trinity College Dublin was a coordinates changing experience for me, Edge, Adam and Larry. We went home that night exhausted from the riot of noise and ideas. we couldn’t sleep because we knew we were sleeping in the wrong beds. we had migrated - mentally, spiritually.... Joe Strummer was some soldier..his guitar a weapon, his mouth almighty. we weren’t sure exactly what they were fighting for/against but this was a public service announcement with guitars on behalf of the soul and we signed up. I grew up on Cedarwood Road. a nice street full of nice families. People who shaped my world view. People I still admire and love. Like Gavin Friday, who lived up at the top of the road. But there was a lot of violence near by in my teenage years..skinheads and boot boys, blades and knuckledusters. Teenage parties where boys would turn up with hammers and saws...and i remember a lot of “hidings” - I remember taking them and I remember giving them. none of that compared to the violence behind front doors. of a husband towards a wife, a brute father towards his children. Cedarwood Road had some dark and hidden sides like all places. like all people.

The Rowens at No. 5 had a cherry blossom tree that was the most luxurious thing in the world to me. That family were like an old testament tribe. I learnt a lot from them. The depth and deep discourse of the scriptures. In their company I saw some great preachers who opened up these scary black bibles and made the word of God dance for them, and us. Sometimes I would think it should be the other way round.one minute you’re reading it, next minute you’re in it. Lou Reed, God rest his soul, said you need a busload of faith to get by. That bus was full of Rowens and I was on it. There were fields out of the back of our garden and we played there until the scaffolds went up and suburbia stretched out. a mile away we would play in the foundations of the seven towers as they went up. when the towers started filling up with people who didn’t want to be there, all piled up on top of each other, we stopped running in the fields unless we were being chased... haha. Dreams are not always safe places, neither are places deemed to be safe. Some can live with cruelty and abuse. Some have to... when the children of any church aren’t served but instead enslaved by an abuse of power, extraordinary acts of atonement are required to put things back together... honesty is just the starting point ...secrets can make you sick.Ireland in the 70s was a tough place. On any other friday at 5.30pm in 1974 I would have been on Talbot Street in a record shop . On May 17th I rode my bike to school that day and dodged one of the bloodiest moments in a history that divided an island...3 car bombs coordinated to detonate at the same time destroyed Dublin’s city centre...my old friend Andy Rowen (Guc Pants Delaney we used to call him) was locked in his father’s van as his dad ran to help save the victims Scattered like refuse across the streets... The scene never left him, he turned to one of the worlds great painkillers to deal with it, we wrote about him in our song, BAD. Andy says “heroin is a great pain killer until it kills you” he survived. a hero to me. My mother died that year so did my grandad... As her father was being put into the ground Iris collapsed by the side of the grave and a few days later followed him into the clay ....beautiful Iris, humour as black as her curls.. practical and magical .On death ....we tend to look the other way until the spectre’s face enters our frame ....a staring match that death always wins and we’re left broken by the loss of someone really close to us. I owe Iris. Her absence, I filled with music. after grief comes rage....the molten lava that turns to rock if it can.....this kind of fire in the belly cannot sustain. If you’re lucky, it burns out. Before it burns you out... age 14 I met Ali but I knew her long before that. She agreed for me to take her out on a date in the same month I joined U2. The north coast of Dublin has dunes that are as unknowable as any great beauty and is home to seaside towns that are even more beautiful in the winter...when a young man might bring his girl to (re)visit the scene of his summer crimes...There’ve been times when it would have been sensible for either of us to go our own way but we have not and we are not ( sensible )... when it comes to song- writing, not sensible is almost as good as a broken heart and far more romantic than a full one. We can spend our whole lives searching for cohesion, and in not finding it, turn the world into the shape of our disappointment. Or not. there is no end to grief... that’s how I know there is no end to love.

 

The Miracle (Of Joey Ramone)

Music by U2

Lyrics by Bono and The Edge

Produced by Danger Mouse, Paul Epworth and Ryan Tedder Engineered by Matt Wiggins

Assisted by Adam Durbridge

Additional engineering by Declan Gaffney

and Kennie Takahashi

Assisted by Todd Monfalcone and “Classy” Joe Visciano Mixed by Matt Wiggins and Declan Gaffney

Assisted by Adam Durbridge

Programming by Paul Epworth and Ryan Tedder

Keyboards by Bono, Brian Burton, The Edge, Paul Epworth and Ryan Tedder

Additional percussion by Paul Epworth

Additional guitar by Bono

Acoustic guitar by Ryan Tedder and Declan Gaffney Choir: Greg Clark, Carlos Ricketts, Tabitha Fair,

Kim Hill, Quiona McCollum, Nicki Richards,

Everett Bradley, Bobby Harden and Ada Dyer

Every Breaking Wave

Music by U2

Lyrics by Bono and The Edge

Produced by Danger Mouse and Ryan Tedder Additional production by Declan Gaffney Engineered by Declan Gaffney

Assisted by Adam Durbridge

Additional engineering by Kennie Takahashi Mixed by Tom Elmhirst and Ben Baptie

Keyboards by Ryan Tedder, The Edge, Brian Burton and Declan Gaffney

Dulcimer by Bono

California (There Is No End To Love)

Music by U2

Lyrics by Bono and The Edge

Produced by Declan Gaffney, Paul Epworth and Danger Mouse Engineered by Declan Gaffney and Matt Wiggins

Assisted by “Classy” Joe Visciano, Joseph Hartwell Jones and Adam Durbridge

Mixed by Declan Gaffney

Programming by Declan Gaffney

Keyboards by The Edge, Declan Gaffney, Bono

and Paul Epworth

Backing vocals by Larry Mullen Jr and Declan Gaffney

Song For Someone

Music by U2

Lyrics by Bono and The Edge

Produced by Ryan Tedder and Flood

Engineered by Declan Gaffney

Assisted by Adam Durbridge, Cecil Bartlett and Drew Smith Mixed by Matt Wiggins

Assisted by Joseph Hartwell Jones

Keyboards by Ryan Tedder, The Edge, Flood, Bono

and Declan Gaffney

Iris (Hold Me Close)

Music by U2

Lyrics by Bono and The Edge

Produced by Paul Epworth and Ryan Tedder Additional production by Danger Mouse Engineered by Declan Gaffney and Matt Wiggins Assisted by Adam Durbridge and Sean Oakley Mixed by Declan Gaffney

Assisted by Sean Oakley

Programming by The Edge

Keyboards by The Edge, Bono, Adam Clayton, Ryan Tedder and Declan Gaffney

Volcano

Music by U2

Lyrics by Bono and The Edge

Produced by Declan Gaffney

Additional production by Paul Epworth

Engineered by Declan Gaffney and Matt Wiggins

Assisted by Adam Durbridge and “Classy” Joe Visciano Additional engineering by Ben Baptie and Kennie Takahashi Mixed by Declan Gaffney

Additional Mixing by Ben Baptie

Choral Arrangement by Danger Mouse

Keyboards by The Edge and Declan Gaffney

Claps by Paul Epworth, Declan Gaffney

and “Classy” Joe Visciano

Additional guitar by Bono

Additional acoustic guitar by Declan Gaffney

Choir: Greg Clark, Carlos Ricketts, Tabitha Fair,

Kim Hill, Quiona McCollum, Nicki Richards,

Everett Bradley, Bobby Harden, Ada Dyer

Raised By Wolves

Music by U2

Lyrics by Bono and The Edge

Produced by Declan Gaffney and Danger Mouse Engineered by Declan Gaffney and Kennie Takahashi Mixed by Ben Baptie

Programming by Declan Gaffney and Brian Burton Keyboards by Brian Burton, The Edge, Bono

and Declan Gaffney

Additional percussion by Declan Gaffney

Vocal effects by Declan Gaffney

Cedarwood Road

Music by U2

Lyrics by Bono and The Edge

Produced by Danger Mouse and Paul Epworth

Engineered by Declan Gaffney

Additional engineering by Kennie Takahashi and Matt Wiggins Assisted by Adam Durbridge

Mixed by Tom Elmhirst

Additional mixing by Ben Baptie

Assisted by Adam Durbridge

Keyboards by Declan Gaffney, Paul Epworth, Brian Burton and The Edge

Additional slide guitar by Paul Epworth

Sleep Like A Baby Tonight

Music by U2

Lyrics by Bono and The Edge

Produced by Danger Mouse

Engineered by Declan Gaffney and Carl Glanville Assisted by Chris Heaney

Mixed by Matt Wiggins

Programming by Declan Gaffney

Keyboards by Brian Burton, Leo Pearson and Bono Additional guitar by Bono

This Is Where You Can Reach Me Now

Music by U2

Lyrics by Bono and The Edge

Produced by Danger Mouse

Engineered by Declan Gaffney

Assisted by “Classy” Joe Visciano

Additional engineering by Kennie Takahashi

Mixed by Declan Gaffney

Assisted by “Classy” Joe Visciano

Keyboards by Brian Burton, Declan Gaffney, Bono, and The Edge Additional percussion by Brian Burton

Backing vocals by Larry Mullen Jr, Declan Gaffney

and “Classy” Joe Visciano

The Troubles

Music by U2

Lyrics by Bono and The Edge

Produced by Danger Mouse

Featuring Lykke Li

Additional production by Declan Gaffney

Engineered by Declan Gaffney

Additional engineering by Kennie Takahashi, Matt Wiggins and Ben Baptie

Assisted by Joseph Hartwell Jones

Mixed by Tchad Blake at Full Mongrel Wales

and Kennie Takahashi

Assisted by Todd Monfalcone

String arrangement by Caroline Dale

Cello by Caroline Dale

Violin by Natalia Bonner

Keyboards by The Edge, Brian Burton, Bono and Declan Gaffney Lykke Li appears courtesy of LL Recordings /

Atlantic Records UK

Bono

The Edge

Adam Clayton

Larry Mullen Jr

Guy Oseary

Brian Celler and Keryn Kaplan

Michael Rapino and Arthur Fogel

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Studio Crew:

Studio Manager/Drum Tech Technical Manager Guitar Tech

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Vocals

Guitars and Backing Vocals

Bass Guitars

Drums and Percussion

Manager

Management

U2

Bono and The Edge

Danger Mouse

Paul Epworth, Ryan Tedder, Declan Gaffney and Flood

Declan Gaffney

Kennie Takahashi, Matt Wiggins and Ben Baptie

“Classy” Joe Visciano, Adam Durbridge, Joseph Hartwell Jones, Sean Oakley and Josh Smith

Declan Gaffney, Matt Wiggins, Tchad Blake, Tom Elmhirst and Ben Baptie

“Classy” Joe Visciano, Adam Durbridge and Sean Oakley

Electric Lady Studios, The Church Studios, Shangri-La, Strathmore House, Pull Studios, Assault and Battery, The Woodshed

Sam O’Sullivan Rab McAllister Dallas Schoo

Samantha Farrell

Scott Sedillo at Bernie Grundman Mastering

Cover photograph of Larry and son Elvis by Glen Luchford

Band Photograph by Creative Director Cover designed by Designed by

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Album Coordinator

Lyrics reproduced by kind permission of the publishers.

All tracks written by U2 and published by Universal Music Publishing International B.V.

Thanks to:

To Jack Heaslip, our North Star. Lucy Matthew, Catriona Garde, Eabha B. Smith, Candida Bottaci, Liz Devlin, Sheila Peters, Ruth Spurling, Emma Mernock, David Enright, David Toraya, Allen Grubman, Theodore Harris,

Jess Drabkin, Don Friedman, Larry Shire, Karen Gottlieb, Adam Rosen, Jordan Manekin, Fred Feingold, John Gula, Jennifer Czin, Mark Berg, Ilene Bashinsky, Frank Greene, Brian Murphy, Alan Murray, Gerrit te Spenke, Jan Favié, Anne-Marie Smith, John O’Neill, Ana Pires, Urszula Kot, Sara Zambreno, Abe Burns, Lori Magnier, Michelle Fabos, Sharon Blankson, Eva Maguire, Natalie Kinsella, Larry Raspanti, Dylan Bradshaw, Fintan Fitzgerald, Eoin Wright, Teri Jensen, Willie Williams, Dennis Sheehan, Tom Rye, Jake Berry, Joe O’Herlihy, Terry Lawless, Bruno Villers, Jussi Lomakka, Sharon Callaly, Cillian Guidera, Susan Hunter, Shan Lui, Missy Iredell, Michelle Lieu, Carmel Lee, Cecilia Mullen, Eileen Osborne, Avril Slevin, Gerry Watters, Chris Heaney, Rebecca Coffey, Eoin McLoughlin, Trevor Bowen, Paul Kremen, Lindsey Sheehan, Inge Eulitz, Bret and Theresa Alexander, Brian Murphy, Darren Murphy, Desi, Patrick Golden and all the lads.

Paolo Pellegrin

Jefferson Hack

Shaughn McGrath, AMP Visual, Dublin

Xavier Encinas and Philipp Humm, MAD London

Shaughn McGrath with Steve Averill, AMP Visual, Dublin

MAD London, Christina Hardy Gavin Friday and Sharon Blankson Nadine King

Jesse Peters

Lucian Grainge for turning the lights back on, David Joseph, Max Hole, Darcus Beese, John Janick, Jon Turner, Steve Berman, Andrew Kronfeld, Rob Fleming, Christine Atkins, Gretchen Anderson, Frank Briegmann, Pascal Negre, George Ash, Rob Wells, Jesus Lopez, Dirk Baur, Randy Lennox, Mark Crossingham, Olivier Descroix, Alexandre Kirchhoff, Richard Constant, Jeff Harleston, Brenda Romano, Dennis Dennehy, Gary Kelly, David Hawkes, Dave Rene, Dyana Kass, Tal Oz, Sam Lunn, Rob Lynch, Sven Kilthau-Lander, Adam Barker, Claire Sugrue, Kabuki Snyder, Olly Lester,

Hannah Strickland, Evan Lamberg, Brian Lambert, Paul Brooks, Lori Rosolino, Nathan Cole, Don Terbush and Paul Veitch and Chris Blackwell, happy to be home. Régine Moylett and Brídín Murphy Mitchell and RMP, Martin Wroe, Sebastian Clayton, Django Bayless, Tim Honan, Martin Mackin, Lindsey Holmes, Craig Evans, Gerry Barad, Eric Kert, Cynthia Oknaian, Bob Koch, John Giddings, Denis Desmond, Mark Stredwick and all at Live Nation Merchandising.

Thank you Simon Carmody and Gavin Friday for early mornings and late nights; for eyes and ears and friendship. Jefferson Hack for visuals and visions, Matthew Freud for cracking the code, Paul Wachter, Mark Devereux, Paddy McKillen for grace under pressure, Julian Lennon for hospital visiting hours and for a place to crash, bang and wallop. Samy and Bruna Sass for hospitality and a musical salon. Candice Hanson, Jeff Pollack, Barry Slattery, Dr Mark Holmes for patience with his patients.

Ali, for everything and on top of that, Jordan, Eve, Eli and John. Terry, Joy, Norman and his clan, Ian and his, and the rest of our family. To Guggi for wisdom since age 3... to all of the Stankards for the group therapy.

To Edge, Adam and Larry – nice work if you can get it, and we did. To Gary the Jermyn, a poet in words and actions. To Reggie Manuel for keeping me there, Anne-Louise Kelly for lift off, Marc Coleman for steadfastness and Lian. Siobhan and Anna – soul sisters. To Miki, Nonie, Saoirse, Sue, Heidi, Loida, Susan, Simon, Mark, Dara, John,

TH Homeland Security, Hagen, Bob, Simon, Ania, Julian and Dilek, Beta, Mark, Engine I miss you. For vision over visibility: Madiba and Graca, The Arch, Tadao Ando, Jeff Koons, Sean Scully, Hal Willner, Lou Reed and Laurie Anderson, Setsuko, Quincy, Paul Muldoon and Wim Wenders. Bill and Melinda, Marc Nuisance, Davis Guggenheim, the Buffetts, the Sachs, John and Ann, Sheryl and Dave, Mike and Diana, Ngozi, Mo and George the genius. To Bill, Hillary, Chelsea, Mark and ??, Bob Geldof and Richard Curtis the cartographers. 007 and the Mayo team, Colm O’Brien,

Bob Ritch, Dr. Shiv, Müller and Imke. Peter Lacy and George Reddin. Serge - thank you for making the summer surge, Hugh for humour, Edwin, Carlos, Mick Meehan, David, Glenn and Lisa McNamara, Butch and Greg. The Finnegans, all at The Clarence Hotel, Coppinger Row and Cavistons, The Firehouse, Ruth and Richard Rogers, Café Habana, The Spotty Piggies Ken and April and Mario Batali.

Morleigh for her eyes and ears, arms and heart, Hollie, Arran, Blue and baby Luna, Sian, Levi, Hen Tadcu Garvin, Gill & Tim, Richard & Miranda, Lenny & Bob, Annie & Oguri, Eliza, Ger, Alex and Jamie, Ciara for inspiration, Aislinn, Chanty, Niall Percy Bysshe Walsh, Ned and ALK, all the Stankards, Gina and Walter, Gina and Bobby, Crista and Gary, Mario B, Marco, Moses, Cormack Creed, Ofelia, Sammy, Margo, Darren, Rima, Derek, Julian and Dilek, Beta, Mark and St Ann Gallagher. Grandmother/wife/sister/mother/friend Gwenda, you are still with us.

A.E.A.E. CC. Becky. Sam. LM Senior and Alice. Paul and Lins. John and Barbara. Mark. Libby and Rob. David, Sian, Liv and Lill. Rocco. Richard. Medhat and Paula. Suz. David Wirtschafter. John Fahey. Ruth, Emma, Margaret, Alan,

JP, Fatima and everybody at CL. Kathy Bero at Nugenesisfarm. Mary McGuckian and Donald Sutherland “for the journey”. Teri Hayden. Jason Weinberg. Erik Poppe. Brian P Murphy. Damien Young. Paul Jacobs. Helen Kilroy. Paul S. B. Kennedy. Gerard Hartman. Carol Goldstein. Dan Hegarty. The Steadman Philippon Clinic Vail Col. Marc Philippon. Peter Millett. Linda. Penny. The SSC Santry, Dublin. Ray Moran. Hannan Mullett. Des Winter. J.Gibney and Sons. Errol Brown.

Mariana, Tera, Sergio, Luiza, Lou and Laurie, Sam and Sandy, Henry Mount Charles, Tom Conachy, David Landsman, Margaret Traynor, Maggie Rae, Geraldine Clarke, Michael Redmond, John Leslie, Marcus Spangler, Dee Dee, Paul Simenon, Steve Jones, Phil Lynott, JJ Burnel, Derek Forbes, Peter Hook, Pete Townshend, Les Pattinson, Joe, Kathleen, Lorraine, Collette, Giedra, Chris and Katie, Claire and Cyril, Stephan and Tania, Alice Daunt, Roni Horn,

David Turner, Mike Rundell, Sean McMahon, Marlene Dumas, Tony Fullam, Sarah-Jane and Liz, Paul and Kathy, Moran’s Hotel.

Thanks to Lykke Li, Mark Romanek, Aris McGarry, Mark Foster, Chris Martin, Spike Jonze, Chris Milk, Oliver Jeffers, Mac Premo, Grant Ransom, Rick Rubin, Usher, Barry Gorey, Matt Paul, Gem Jones, Noel Gallagher, Damien Hirst,

Ant Genn, Paul Banks, Nicole MacKinlay Hahn, JR for his hospitality in NYC, Adele for raising the bar, Elton and David, Michael and Tomasz, RedOne, Glen Hansard, Damien Rice. Jann Wenner, Bill Flanagan, Judy McGrath, John Sykes, Anton Corbijn, Dave Fanning, Niall Stokes, Neil McCormick. Thanks to Christian Estrosi, Paul Allen and all of his team; George, Amal, Rande and Cindy for the loan of your casa, amigos. Thanks to the late but very great Steve Jobs. To Tim Cook, Eddy Cue, Jony Ive, Phil Schiller, Robert Kondrk, Jimmy Dickson and the entire team. We did it, and there’s more to do.

Pull Studios, Electric Lady Studios, Church Studios, Assault and Battery, Shangri-La, The Woodshed, Strathmore House. Lee Foster, Vira Byramji, Eric Lynn, Richard Gibbs, Siobhan Paine, Scott Brittingham, Mitch Davis, Pete Giberga, Amy Schmaltz, Ian Montone, Jess Keeley, Scott Rodger, Ron Laffitte, Dana Salant, Ros Earls, Jonathan Dickins,

Katy Dickson, Rose Moon, Gary Stamler, Nancy Sefton, Marie Lewis, Dave “Squirrel” Covell, Ricardo “Elmo” Kim.

Yamaha Drums, Paiste Cymbals, Promark Drum Sticks, Remo Drum Heads, Rock-it Cargo, Big Bear Sound, Sensible

Music, Hanway Haulage, Roland Ireland, Fender Guitars & Amplifiers, Gretsch Guitars, Gibson Guitars, Fractal Audio Systems, Vox Amplifiers - Korg Keyboards, Warwick Bass Company, Fender Basses, Ampeg Bass Amplification, Aguilar Bass Amplification, Ashdown Bass Amplification, Danville Music, Taylor Guitars, Rickenbacker Guitars, D’Addario Guitar Strings, D.R. Bass Strings, Ernie Ball Guitar Strings, Dunlop Guitar Accessories, Levy Guitar Straps, Mates Cartage,

Studio Instrument Rentals, Custom Audio Electronics, DiMarzio Guitar Pickups, Guitar Emporium, Ludwig Drums, Zildjian Cymbals, Larry Droppa and API, Guitar Centre and Diamond Pedals.

Thanks also from Bono to everyone at ONE and (RED), and all those who have supported their work, including their members, funders, all of the ONE Board, the (RED) partners and Ambassadors and to Tom Freston for steering the ship. To Mike, Jamie, Deb, Sheila, Marisa, Kathy, Luisa. Thanks to everyone at Elevation, to all at Edun, Nude and the mother ship LVMH. To Bobby Shriver for organisational genius, Bill, Bondo and Fred, Michael C & Jere. Barry, Alan, John C, Guy L.

Thanks also from Edge to Mencap. The team at Music Rising: Bob Ezrin, Caroline Galloway, Nina Miller & Henry J.

Dr William Li, Dr Vince Li, and all at the Angiogenesis Foundation. To Mike Feldman, John Myers, & Liz Engel and all at Glover Park for your advice and help.

Executive producer-at-large Jimmy Iovine

This album is dedicated to Paul McGuinness who was, and always will be, there for us. For information on U2, go to: www.U2.com

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