Lyrics:
Holla, wait a minute, issa 22
Pew pew pew, pew pew pew
Holla, wait a minute, issa chopper
Brrrap rap rap rap rap, issa chopper
Holla, wait a minute, issa 22
Pew pew pew, pew pew pew
Holla, wait a minute, issa full fire
Pa pa pa pa, issa full fire
The official music video for Where The Streets Have No Name by U2.
An afternoon rooftop show above the Republic liquor store at 7th and Main was shut down by police as a result of the huge crowds that descended on downtown Los Angeles to see the band perform the opening track from The Joshua Tree album in March 1987 for this video by Meiert Avis.
I wanna run, I want to hide
I wanna tear down the walls
That hold me inside.
I wanna reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name.
I wanna feel sunlight on my face.
I see the dust-cloud
Disappear without a trace.
I wanna take shelter
From the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name.
Were still building and burning down love
Burning down love.
And when I go there
I go there with you
(Its all I can do).
The citys a flood, and our love turns to rust.
Were beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust.
Ill show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name.
Were still building and burning down love
Burning down love.
And when I go there
I go there with you
(Its all I can do).
Lyrics:
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam)
The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam)
She said, «Im worryin outta mind» (Bam-ba-Lam)
The damn thing gone blind (Bam-ba-Lam)
I said «Oh, Black Betty» (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
She really gets me high (Bam-ba-Lam)
You know thats no lie (Bam-ba-Lam)
Shes so rock steady (Bam-ba-Lam)
And shes always ready (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Shes from Birmingham (Bam-ba-Lam)
Way down in Alabam (Bam-ba-Lam)
Well, shes shakin that thing (Bam-ba-Lam)
Boy, she makes me sing (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty
Bam-ba-lam
℗ 1975 Far Out Productions, Inc under exclusive license to Rhino Entertainment Company, a Warner Music Group Company
Percussion, Vocals: «Papa» Dee Allen
Bass, Percussion, Vocals: B.B. Dickerson
Percussion, Vocals, Woodwind: Charles Miller
Percussion, Performance, Vocals: Eric Burdon
Drums, Percussion, Vocals: Harold Brown
Guitar, Percussion, Vocals: Howard Scott
Harmonica, Percussion, Vocals: Lee Oskar
Guitar, Keyboards, Percussion, Producer, Vocals: Lonnie Jordan
Writer: «Papa» Dee Allen
Writer: B.B. Dickerson
Writer: Charles Miller
Writer: Gerald Goldstein
Writer: Harold Brown
Writer: Howard E. Scott
Writer: Howard Scott
Writer: Jerry Goldstein
Writer: Lee Oskar
Writer: Lee Oskar Levitin
Writer: Leroy Jordan
Writer: Lonnie Jordan
Writer: Morris Dickerson
Writer: Thomas S. Allen
Producer, Associated Performer, Programming, Studio Personnel, Engineer: Louis Bell
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Serban Ghenea
Studio Personnel, Assistant Mixer: John Hanes
Associated Performer, Vocals: Halsey
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