When you get to the bottomYou go back to the top of the slideAnd you stop and you turnAnd you go for a rideThen you get to the bottomThen you see me again Do you, don't you want me to love youComing down fast I'm right here above youTell me tell me tell me the answerAin't no lover but you ain't no dancer Helter skelterHelter skelterHelter skelter Do you, don't you want me to make youI'm coming down fast now don't let me break youTell me tell me tell me the answerYou ain't no lover but you ain't no dancer Helter skelterHelter skelterHelter skelter When you get to the bottomYou go back to the top of the slideAnd you turn and you stopAnd you go for a rideThen you get to the bottomThen you see me again Do you, don't you want me to love youComing down fast I'm right here above youTell me tell me tell me the answerAin't no lover but you ain't no dancer Helter skelterHelter skelterHelter skelter... (and again) Helter skelterHelter skelterHelter skelter

Hold me now, oh hold me nowTill this hour has gone aroundAnd I gone, on the rising tideFor to face Van Diemen's land. It's a bitter pill I swallow hereTo be rent from one so dear.We fought for justice and not for gainBut the magistrate sent me away. Now kings will rule and the poor will toilAnd tear their hands as they tear the soilBut a day will come in this dawning ageWhen an honest man sees an honest wage. Hold me now, oh hold me nowTill this hour has gone aroundAnd I'm gone on the rising tideFor to face Van Diemen's Land.

Yeah Lover, I'm on the streetGonna go where the bright lightsAnd the big city meetWith a red guitar...on fireDesire She's a candle burning in my roomYeah I'm like the needle, needle and spoonOver the counter with a shotgunPretty soon everybody got oneAnd the fever when I'm beside herDesire, desire... And the fever...getting higherDesire, desire...burning, burning She's the dollarsShe's my protectionYeah she's a promiseIn the year of electionOh sister, I can't let you goLike a preacher stealing heartsAt a traveling showFor love or money money moneymoney money money money moneymoney money moneyAnd the fever, getting higherDesire, desire, desire, desireDesire, desire

Like a desert needs rainLike a town needs a nameI need your love Like a drifter needs a roomHawkmoonI need your loveI need your love Like a rhythm unbrokenLike drums in the nightLike sweet soul musicLike sunlightI need your love Like coming homeAnd you don't know where you've beenLike black coffeeLike nicotineI need your love (I need your love)I need your love (I need your love)I need your love (I need your love) When the night has no endAnd the day yet to beginAs the room spins aroundI need your loveI need your love Like a Phoenix rising needs a holy treeLike the sweet revenge of a bitter enemyI need your love Like the hot needs the sunLike honey on her tongueLike the muzzle of a gunLike oxygenI need your love (I need your love)I need your love (I need your love)I need your love (I need your love) When the night has no endAnd the day yet to beginAs the room spins aroundI need your love I need your loveI need your loveI need your loveI need your loveI need your loveI need your loveI need your loveI need your loveI need your loveI need your love Like thunder needs rainLike a preacher needs painLike tongues of flameLike a sheet stainedI need your loveI need your love Like a needle in a veinLike someone to blameLike a thought unchainedLike a runaway trainI need your love I need your loveI need your loveI need your loveI need your loveI need your loveI need your loveI need your loveI need your love Like faith needs a doubtLike a freeway outI need your love Like powder needs a sparkLike lies need the darkI need your love In the heart of the heat of the loveIn the heart of the heat of the love...

There must be some way out of hereSaid the joker to the thiefThere's too much confusion hereI can't get no reliefBusinessmen they drink my winePlowmen dig my earthNone of them know along the lineWhat any of this is worth, yeah... No reason to get excitedThe thief, he kindly spokeThere are many among usWho think that life is but a jokeBut you and I, we've been through thatAnd that is not our fateSo let us not talk falsely nowBecause the hour is getting lateHey, hey, hey ... All along the watchtowerTen princes kept the viewWhile horsemen came and wentBarefoot servants too (Yeah... Rock 'n' Roll stops the traffic) All I got is a red guitarThree chordsAnd the truth All I got is a red guitarThe rest is up to you There's no reason to get excitedThe thief, he kindly spokeThere are some among us hereSay that life is just a jokeYou and I, we've been through thatAnd that is not our fateAt least todaySo let us not talk falsely nowBecause the hour is getting lateLate...

I have climbed the highest mountainsI have run through the fieldsOnly to be with youOnly to be with you. I have run, I have crawledI have scaled these city wallsThese city wallsOnly to be with you. But I still haven't foundWhat I'm looking for.But I still haven't foundWhat I'm looking for. I have kissed honey lipsFelt the healing in her finger tipsIt burned like fireThis burning desire. I have spoke with the tongue of angelsI have held the hand of a devilIt was warm in the nightI was cold as a stone. But I still haven't foundWhat I'm looking for.But I still haven't foundWhat I'm looking for. I believe in the Kingdom ComeThen all the colours will bleed into oneBleed into one.But yes, I'm still running. You broke the bondsAnd you loosened the chainsCarried the cross of all my shameAll my shame, you know I believe it. But I still haven't foundWhat I'm looking for.But I still haven't foundWhat I'm looking for. But I still haven't foundWhat I'm looking for.But I still haven't foundWhat I'm looking for.

Any type of brotherEvery other mother I need some freedomFreedom for my peopleI want some freedom For my peopleFreedom for those peopleFreedom for my people

In the shit house a shotgunPraying hands hold me downOnly the hunter was huntedIn this tin can townTin can town No stars in the black nightLooks like the sky fell downNo sun in the daylightLooks like it's chained to the groundChained to the groundThe warden saidThe exit is soldIf you want a way outSilver and gold Broken back to the ceilingBroken nose to the floorI scream at the silence, it's crawlingIt crawls under the doorThere's a rope around my neckAnd there's a trigger in your gunJesus say somethingI am someone, I am someoneI am someone Captain and kingsIn the ships holdThey came to collectSilver and goldSilver and gold Seen the coming and goingSeen them captains and the kingsSee them navy blue uniformsSee them bright and shiny thingsBright shiny things The temperature is risingThe fever white hotMister, I ain't got nothingBut it's more than you got Chains no longer bind meNot the shackles at my feetOutside are the prisonersInside the freeSet them freeSet them free A prize fighter in a corner is toldHit where it hurtsSilver and goldSilver and gold " Yep, silver and gold... This song was written in a hotel room in New York city 'round about the time a friend or ours, little Steven, was putting together a record of artists against apartheid. This is a song written about a man in a shanty town outside of Johannesburg. A man who's sick of looking down the barrel of white South Africa. A man who is at the point where he is ready to take up arms against his oppressor. A man who has lost faith in the peacemakers of the west while they argue and while they fail to support a man like bishop Tutu and his request for economic sanctions against South Africa.Am I buggin' you? I don't mean to bug ya... Okay Edge, play the blues..."

One man come in the name of loveOne man come and go.One man come he to justifyOne man to overthrow. In the name of loveWhat more in the name of love.In the name of loveWhat more in the name of love. One man caught on a barbed wire fenceOne man he resistOne man washed up on an empty beachOne man betrayed with a kiss. In the name of loveWhat more in the name of love.In the name of loveWhat more in the name of love. Early morning, April fourShot rings out in the Memphis sky.Free at last, they took your lifeThey could not take your pride. In the name of loveWhat more in the name of love.In the name of loveWhat more in the name of love. In the name of loveWhat more in the name of love.In the name of loveWhat more in the name of love.

It was a cold and wet December dayWhen we touched the ground at JFKSnow was melting on the groundOn BLS I heard the soundOf an angel New York, like a Christmas treeTonight this city belongs to meAngel Soul love...this love won't let me goSo long...angel of Harlem Birdland on fifty-threeThe street sounds like a symphonyWe got John Coltrane and a love supremeMiles, and she's got to be an angel Lady Day got diamond eyesShe sees the truth behind the liesAngel Soul love...this love won't let me goSo long...angel of HarlemAngel of Harlem She says it's heart...heart and soul...Yeah yeah...(yeah)Yeah yeah...(right now) Blue light on the avenueGod knows they got to youAn empty glass, the lady singsEyes swollen like a bee stingBlinded you lost your wayThrough the side streets and the alleywayLike a star exploding in the nightFalling to the city in broad daylightAn angel in Devil's shoesSalvation in the bluesYou never looked like an angelYeah yeah...angel of Harlem Angel...angel of Harlem...