New York

In New York freedom
Looks like too many choices
In New York I found a friend
To drown out the other voices
Voices on a cell phone
Voices from home
Voices through the hard sell
Voices down a stairwell
In New York
Just 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 your face
Hot as a handbag and a can of mace
New York
I just got a place in New York
New York
New York

In New York you can forget
Forget how to sit still
Tell yourself you will stay in
But it's down to Alphaville

New York, New York, New York
New York, New York, New York

The Irish have been coming here for years
Feel like they own the place
They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt
They even got the police
Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics
Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew
Living happily not like me and you
That's where I lost you
New York

New York, New York, New York
New York, New York, New York
New York

In New York I lost it all
To you and your vices
Still I'm staying on to figure out
My midlife crisis
I hit an iceberg in my life
But you know I'm still afloat
You lose your balance, lose your wife
In the queue for the lifeboat
You gotta put the women and children first
But you've got an unquenchable thirst for 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 your voice whispering
Come away now

New York

New, New York, New York

Grace

Grace, she takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the stain
It could be her name
Grace, it's the name for a girl
It's also a thought that could change the world
And when she walks on the street you can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness in everything

Grace, she's got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She's got the time to talk
She travels outside of karma, karma
She travels outside of karma
When she goes to work you can hear the strings
Grace finds beauty in everything

Grace, she carries a world on her hips
No champagne flue for her lips
No twirls or skips between her fingertips
She carries a pearl in perfect condition
What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark no longer stings
Because Grace makes beauty out of ugly things
Grace finds beauty in everything
Grace finds goodness in everything

The Ground Beneath Her Feet

All my life I worshipped her
Her golden voice, her beauty's beat
How she made us feel
How she made me real
And the ground beneath her feet
And the ground beneath her feet

And now I can't be sure of anything
Black is white and cold is heat
For what I worshipped stole my love away
It was the ground beneath her feet
It was the ground beneath her feet

Go lightly down your darkened way
Go lightly under ground
I'll be down there in another day
I won't rest until you're found

Let me love you, let me rescue you
Let me bring you where two roads meet
Oh, come back above where there is only love
Only love

My oh my
My oh my
My oh my
My oh my
My oh my
My oh my
My oh my
My oh my
My oh my
My oh my

Let me love you true
Let me rescue you
Let me bring to where two roads meet
Let me love you true
Let me rescue you
I want to bring you to where two roads meet

My oh my
My oh my
My oh my
My oh my
My oh my
My oh my

(This song was written by U2 and Salomon Rushdie)

Summer Rain

When you stop seeing beauty you start growing old
The lines on your face are a map to your soul
When you stop taking chances you'll stay where you sit
You won't live any longer but it'll feel like it

I lost myself in the summer rain
I lost myself
I lost myself in the summer rain
In the summer rain

Tequila and orange, Jamaica and rum
At the Morella, honey on my tongue
In a small boat on a generous sea
You let me be your enemy
Tiny hand with a grip on the world
Holding our breath now, diving for pearls

I lost myself in the summer rain
I lost myself
I lost myself in the summer rain

Just as you find me always I will be
A little bit too free with myself
Just as you find me always I will be
A little bit too free with myself

I lost myself in the summer rain
I lost myself
Now there's no one else in the summer rain
Raining down
Raining down
Rain
Raining down
Raining down

Just as you find me always I will be
A little bit too free with myself
Just as you find me always I will be
A little bit too free with myself

It's not why you're running
It's where you're going
It's not what you're dreaming
But what you're gonna do
It's not where you're born
It's where you belong
It's not how weak
But what will make you strong

Always

Here today, gone tomorrow
Crack the bone, get to the marrow
To be a bee and the flower
Before the sweetness turns to sour

What we have we’re gonna keep, always
What we’ve lost we don’t need, always
What is it that won’t let you sleep, always

Be the arrow and the target
Put your head over the parapet
Be uncool, yes be awkward
Don’t look in the obvious place
The soul needs beauty for a soulmate

Get down off your holy cloud, always
God will not deal with the proud, always
Well if you dream then dream out loud, always
Eternally yours, always

I want you
I want you
I want you
Touch me now inside
I wanted to be a man
I wanted to call

You say you come to know yourself, always
Don't find yourself in someone else, always
And always wear a safety belt, always
Wait for me I’m running late, always
This is the moment that we share for always
Turn each song into a prayer, always
Now and forever
For always

Big Girls Are Best

As long as the night is coloured blue and black
Oh yeah yeah yeah
As long as you’re on your knees and she’s not on her back
Oh yeah yeah yeah

Avenue Atlantico 1702
She’s cocoa butter, baby, she’s the glue
She’s got a baby at her breast
She knows big girls are best

Mama mama mama

I’m gonna change like the weather, hot to cold
Oh yeah yeah yeah
She keeps it all together, she’s got the motherload
Oh yeah yeah yeah

She feels it, every sensation
She’s got a smile like salvation
She’s got a baby at her breast
She knows big girls are best

Mama mama mama
Sexy mama mama mama
Sexy mama mama mama

She’s elliptical, also political
All so spiritual, not superficial
Yeah, she’s tropical, yes, she’s illogical
Those little girls are a pest
Big girls are the best

As long as the night is coloured blue and black
Oh yeah yeah yeah
As long as you’re on your knees and she’s not on her back
Oh yeah yeah yeah

She can taste every sensation
She’s got a smile like salvation
She's got a baby, a baby at her breast
She walks like she talks
Big girls are best

Big girls
Mama mama mama
Sexy mama mama mama
Sexy mama mama mama
Sexy mama mama mama
Sexy mama mama mama
My mama

Electrical Storm

The sea, it swells like a sore head
And the night, it is aching
Two lovers lie with no sheets on their bed
And the day, it is breaking
On rainy days we go swimming out
On rainy days swimming in the sound
On rainy days we go swimming out

You’re in my mind all of the time
I know that’s not enough
If the sky can crack there must be some way back
For love and only love
Electrical storm
Electrical storm
Baby don’t cry

Car alarm won’t let you back to sleep
You’re kept awake dreaming someone else’s dream
Coffee’s cold but it’ll get you through
Compromise, that’s nothing new to you
Let’s see colours that have never been seen
Let’s go to places no one else has been

You’re in my mind all of the time
I know that’s not enough
Well, if the sky can crack there must be some way back
To love and only love
Electrical storm
Electrical storm
Electrical storm
Baby don’t cry

It’s hot as hell, honey, in this room
Sure hope the weather will break soon
The air is heavy, heavy as a truck
Need the rain to wash away our bad luck

Well, if the sky can crack there must be some way back
To love and only love
Electrical storm
Electrical storm
Electrical storm

Baby don’t cry
Baby don’t cry
Baby don’t cry
Baby don’t cry

The Hands That Built America

Oh, my love, it’s a long way we’ve come
From the freckled hills to the steel and glass canyons
From the stony fields to hanging steel from sky
From digging in our pockets for a reason not to say goodbye

These are the hands that built America
Wishing and dreaming for something better
America
Wishing and dreaming

Last saw your face in a watercolor sky
As sea birds argue, a long goodbye
I took your kiss on the spray of the new land star
You gotta live with your dreams, don’t make them so hard

And these are the hands that built America
It’s a journey, it’s a journey
America
Wishing, wishing

Of all the promises, is this one we could keep
Of all of the dreams, is this one still out of reach
Halle, holy

It’s early fall, there’s a cloud on the New York skyline
Innocence dragged across a yellow line

These are the hands that built America
These are the hands that built America
America
America

Lady With the Spinning Head

Here she comes, lady luck again
Figure of eight, six and nine again
My lady with the spinning head
Whatever the deal she won't let me down
Wherever I go she's always hanging round
My lady with the spinning head

Lady with the spinning head
Lady with the spinning head
Oh yeah

She's been gone but I knew she'd be back
She's got the rent, she put me in the black
The lady with the spinning head
If I ever let go, she’d cure my blues
She’s the one in the Chinese shoes
Lady with the spinning head
I’m on top when she’s around
She’s my ticket out of town
Lady with the spinning head

Lady with the spinning head
Lady with the spinning head
Lady with the spinning head
Lady with the spinning head

Here she comes, lady luck again
Figures
Here she comes
Figure of eight, six and nine again

North and South of the River

I wanna reach over the lough
And feel your hand across the water
Walk with you along an unapproved road
Not looking over my shoulder
I wanna see and I wanna hear
To understand your fears
But we're north and south of the river

I've been doing it wrong all of my life
This holy town has turned me over
A young man running from what he didn't understand
But the wind from the lough just gets colder and colder
There was a badness that had its way
But love wasn't lost
Love will have its day
North and south of the river
North and south of the river

Can we stop playing these old tattoos
Darling, I don't have the answer
I wanna meet you where you are
I don't need you to surrender
'Cause there's no feeling that's so alone
As when the one you're hurting is your own

North and south of the river
North and south of the river
North and south of the river

Some high ground is not worth taking
Some connections are not worth making
There's an old church bell no longer ringing
Some old songs are not worth bringing

North
Higher ground is not worth taking
North and south of the river