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.
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