1984 Perfect Strangers - Deep Purple

 L.P Alemania - Polydor Records - 823 777-1.

 Contraportada.

 Funda interior.

 Funda interior.

Etiquetas lados 1 y 2.

Letras:

Knocking at Your Back Door.

(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)

Sweet Lucy was a dancer 

But none of us would chance her 

Because she was a Samurai 

She made electric shadows 

Beyond our fingertips 

And none of us could reach that high 

She came on like a teaser 

I had to touch and please her 

Enjoy a little paradise 

The log was in my pocket 

When Lucy met the Rockett 

And she never knew the reason why 

I can't deny it 

With that smile on her face 

It's not the kill 

It's the thrill of the chase 

Feel it coming 

It's knocking at the door 

You know it's no good running 

It's not against the law 

The point of no return 

And now you know the score 

And now you're learning 

What's knockin' at your back door 

Sweet Nancy was so fancy 

To get into her pantry 

Had to be the aristocracy 

The members that she toyed with 

At her city club 

Were something in diplomacy 

So we put her on the hit list 

Of a common cunning linguist 

A master of many tongues 

And now she eases gently 

From her Austin to her Bentley 

Suddenly she feels so young.

Under the Gun.

(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)

Infidel can you hear 

Would be strange delight 

I need you to give your sympathy tonight 

When you hear what I say 

Deeds I've done 

Realise I've never lost and never won 

I've got a feeling that it's never right 

There was a reason but it's out of sight 

It's going down somewhere tonight 

Under the gun 

Put death in my hand 

Learn to fight 

Who could care if it's wrong or if it's right 

We got no choice 

Under command 

We're ordered to die or take this land 

Stupid bastards and religious freaks 

So safe in their castle keeps 

They turn away as a mother weeps 

Under the gun 

When brave men fall 

Under crimson skies 

There's a sadness reflected in a soldier's 

Eyes 

Tears will dry 

For those I kill 

Remember no more their names but 

Someone will 

The only way to be victorious 

Screw the fools who think it's glorious 

Who gives a toss about the likes of us 

Under the gun.

Nobody's Home.

(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice)

Nothing I can do about it 

Maybe I won't even try 

Your will is determined to kill any 

Reason of mine 

I see you coming 

With that look in your eye 

You act like a king but you ain't got a 

Thing 

In your mind 

And now there's nobody home 

My belly is aching 

Your image is blown 

Your lights are burning bright 

But Nobody's Home 

You talk about love and affection 

If only you could 

You're full of pride but there's nothing 

Inside 

And you think you're so good 

You know you got it coming to ya 

All things return 

You need me 

It's not gonna be my concern 

And now there's nobody home 

Your message is changing 

The children have grown 

Your lights are burning bright 

But nobody's home 

I hear you crying 

What can I say 

You get what you give so 

Forgive me as I turn away 

Nobody's home 

A legend is dying 

The seeds have been sown 

Your lights are burning bright 

But Nobody's Home.

Mean Streak.

(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)

She came home last night 

Rotten rolling drunk 

She talk no sense but she sound good 

So she think 

So I reached over and said Hello 

Is there some planet you'd care to go 

And she said Venus on the rocks 

She got a mean streak 

Black Mamba don't compete 

She got a mean streak 

Temptation bitter sweet 

She drives me crazy gets inside my brain 

She spend my money down a drain 

So I roll over for my reward 

How much can I afford 

And she says 

Just a little more 

I can't take this no more 

I tried so hard but I can't get thru' the 

Door 

Because one smile from those eyes 

And I stand there paralysed 

And she says 

Beg for more get down sucka you know 

What I like 

Oh hang on.

Perfect Strangers.

(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)

Can you remember remember my name 

As I flow through your life 

A thousand oceans I have flown 

And cold spirits of ice 

All my life 

I am the echo of your past 

I am returning the echo of a point in time 

Distant faces shine 

A thousand warriors I have known 

And laughing as the spirits appear 

All your life 

Shadows of another day 

And if you hear me talking on the wind 

You've got to understand 

We must remain 

Perfect Strangers 

I know I must remain inside this silent 

Well of sorrow 

A strand of silver hanging through the 

Sky 

Touching more than you see 

The voice of ages in your mind 

Is aching with the dead of the night 

Precious life (your tears are lost in 

Falling rain) 

And if you hear me talking on the wind 

You've got to understand 

We must remain 

Perfect Strangers.

A Gypsy's Kiss.

(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)

John San what you can 

La la Janette dance in sand 

What's the mystery my son 

Gypsy Dan Caravan 

Won Tun Wan with your Chinese fan 

It's part of history my son 

Murder and rape with your power 

The 10th revolution in far away days 

It's come to this 

A gypsy's kiss 

All your power's gonna fade in the haze 

Ya who' Jumme gae bile ya heed 

The Senorita said 

I'll drag yer lungs out through yer nose 

Space truckers free and high 

Teamsters get ya by and by 

That should keep you on your toes 

They got a gun at your head 

But you ain't necessarily playing their 

Game 

They can't resist 

A Gypsy's Kiss 

All that's needed to drive them insane 

John Wayne The Alamo 

Crazy Horse Geronimo 

I'll smoke a piece with you 

Mind Body Heart and Soul 

We got Rock and Roll 

And there's nothing they can do 

Hear the small voice of truth 

Above the shouting despair of the crowd 

What do you wish 

A Gypsy's Kiss 

Gets you strong for crying out loud.

Wasted Sunsets.

(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)

The day is gone 

When the angels come to stay 

And all the silent whispers 

Will be blown away 

And lying in the corner 

A pair of high heel shoes 

Hanging on the wall 

Gold and silver for the blues 

One too many wasted sunsets 

One too many for the road 

And after dark the door is always open 

Hoping someone else will show 

Someone is waiting behind 

An unlocked door 

Grey circles overhead empties 

On the floor 

The cracks in the walls have 

Grown too long 

The slow hand is dragging on 

Afraid to meet the dawn 

One too many wasted sunsets 

One too many for the road 

And after dark the door is always open 

Hoping someone else will show.

Hungry Daze.

(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)

In a dark and sweaty room in '69 

Tables turning 

Dancing girls, silly girls, all kinds of girls 

And it was loud 

Tuning up to madness in the back room 

Candles burning 

Present the Stinking Hippy and throw the 

Naked thunder to the crowd 

In the Hungry Daze 

The long and lonely highway drags along 

It's going nowhere 

Sickness and disease and mad 

Corruption 

Something's going wrong 

The mountain's getting cold and lonely 

The trees are bare 

We all came out to Montreux 

But that's another song 

You've heard it all before 

In hungry daze 

Along the Mountain Road to do some 

Drinking 

And now we're mobile again 

Different girls, laughing girls, forever 

Girls 

And it's so loud 

The crew have lost again 

They are beaten men 

The winning team united 

Living for the crowd 

These are the hungry daze.

Not Responsible.

(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)

Found some money in an old black jacket 

I'm going out tonight, gonna find me a woman or two 

I don't know how long it'll last 

But I never regret the past 

When I wake up tomorrow, I'll be looking around for you 

I got no reason to be down at the station 

I got no ticket, but I'm gonna take a fucking ride 

Don't care where I go 

I never seem to know 

I never had a penny, but I never wondered why 

Oh no, I never wondered why 

If I'm cold I need some heat 

If I'm hungry then I eat 

I'm not responsible 

I woke up this morning and I couldn't find my shoes 

It's one long party and I haven't seen the sun for days 

I'd take you out tonight, but I'm just a little light 

So let's go out anyway, you'll be amazed 

I take my woman to the palace dancing 

I never coulda made it but the doorman is a friend of mine 

So I raise a glass to you, the foot is on the other shoe 

You can pay the bill and while you're at it pick up mine 

Oh, no no, I don't mind 

If it rains I stay inside 

If I'm scared I run and hide 

I'm not responsible, oh no.

Son of Alerik.

(Blackmore)

Instrumental.