Cover di Purpendicular

Purpendicular
Album - 21 febbraio 1996 - Debaser id 33033

di Deep Purple

Wake up in the morning
Get into bed
Closing my eyes
I rest my head

There is no arrangement
No time no place
It's gone in the wind
And left no trace

Who can say, maybe or whatever,
It's up to you
You know you can trust me
I'll make it up to you

You move with the action
You loosen my strings
Your fingers can smooth out my jangles
And all those things

Grease on the handle and the tangles in my hair
They always seem to go together
I don't care
Il tuo voto:
Sometimes I sit and wonder
Sometimes I just sit
I hope you all know
What you're doing
Anyway
Who is driving this thing

Did you know
The warriors of the flat earth
Have become the tyrants of the globe
It's round about that time again
She cried
It's all for one my friends

All my dreams are forgotten
When you leave me
On the shelf
I can think of nothing better
Than to sit here by myself

Least remembered
Soon forgotten
Didn't matter anyway
How can I ever miss you
If you never go away

I'm amazed by the way
How are you
I'm amazed how could you
It wasn't that good to start with
Anyway
Nothings quite that simple

Did you know
The warriors of the flat earth
Have become the tyrants of the globe
It's round about that time again
She cried
It's all for one my friends

Least remembered
Soon forgotten
Didn't matter anyway
How can I ever miss you
If you never go away

Sometimes I sit and wonder
Sometimes I just sit
I hope you all know
What you're doing
Anyway
Who is driving this thing

Least remembered
Soon forgotten
Didn't matter anyway
How can I ever miss you
If you never go away
Il tuo voto:
While you were out...
the message says
You left a number
and I tried to call
But they wrote it down
in a perfect Spanish scrawl
in a perfect Spanish scrawl

Yet again
I'm missing you
King size bed
(in a) hotel someplace
I hear your name
I see your face
I see your face

(The) back street dolls
and the side door johnnies
The wide eyed boys with their bags full of
money
Back in the alley
going bang to the wall
Tied to the tail
of a midnight crawl
Heaven wouldn't be
so high I know
if the times gone by
hadn't been so low
The best laid plans
come apart at the seams
and shatter all my dreams

Sometimes I feel like...
Screaming
close my eyes
It's times like this
my head goes down
and the only thing I know
is the name of this town
is the name of this town

Yet again
I'm missing you
won't be long
O' coming home
Until that distant time
I'll be moving on
I'll be moving on
Il tuo voto:
Riding on the moonpath in the silver of the night
The fragrance on the air was of another time
I cried in all my innocence you were dressed in white
And even if I'd had the strength I couldn't move to save my life

The fear and the thrill of the beast at the window
The shivers and the chills on the hottest of nights
He walked right through my open door
As I began to run, he threw some gold upon the floor, and said
There's plenty more where that came from

I'm tired of the bombs
I'm tired of the bullets
I'm tired of the crazies on TV
I'm the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever it seems

I flew along the lighted street
I flew above the town
I flew in ever rising cicrcles ever further from the ground
As I begin to lose my breath printed faxes turn a spin
A distant corner of the room will open up and let me in

I'm tired of the news
I'm tired of the weather
I'm tired of the same thing every day
I'm the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever they say
Il tuo voto:
Going to Rosa's Cantina
Going to Rosa's Cantina
Hoping that she's still there
Going to Rosa's Cantina

Might have been the dust in my eyes
Might have been the dust in my eyes
Could have been the neon cactus
Lighting up the desert sky
Must have been the dust in my eyes

Some would call it suicide
Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
Some would call it suicide

Dancing on the table
Dancing on the table
Dancing on the table
When she's drunker than she's able
Dancing on the table

Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
Some would call it hell on earth

Is she right is she wrong
Will she sing another song
Wicked as it seems right now

Rosa wants her baby back
Rosa wants her baby back
Since he's gone she's losing track
Rosa wants her baby back

Easy with that Cadillac
Easy with that Cadillac
Easy with that Cadillac
Some of this and some of that
Pass me that Cadillac
Il tuo voto:
Nothing here for me today
Garbaggio from the men in grey
Don't do this
You can't do that
What's the point
What's the matter, anyway
Fat cat's licking cream
Dirty business
hard and mean
Narrow eyes and hungry days
There's got to be
a better way

Something here about my face
Somehing make you think
I got time to waste
What you doing
standing here
Why don't you call
someone who cares
Fat cats all the same
Easy answers just a game
Another day nothing changes
There's got to be a better way

A glistening of questioners
Prepared the inquisition
While jackals in the shadows
manoeuvre for position

A fundament of righteous men
A barrow ideals
The carriage of misjustice
Crushes all beneath it's wheels
Conspiracies of silence
Within the temple walls
Graveyards full of promises
Tha no one can recall

A castle full of rascals
A fortress full of thieves
A parliament of silver tongues
That latter to deceive

Oh my darling Carolina
If you get the chance
to walk behind here
She's so clean
you see no splash
Just the Texas chainsaw massacre
Fat cat's got to go
I'm Rockin' and rollin'
from my headache to my toes
She's trying to set the world on fire
Up there in her Ivory tower
Il tuo voto:
Put your money down
Take your choice
That's the way it is
Every time with these boys
And you sense no shame
And you feel no disgrace
Somebody wins
Aomebody loses
It's a dirty dirty race
Oh my life
It's a dog's life

One empty Monday
Out of the blue
Took a good luck turn
Started something new

Out of the gutter
Out of the rain
Out of my head
And I'm feeling no pain
Oh my life/feeling no pain
Take the strain
It's a dog's life

Ducking in the shadows
Diving in the dark
Rolling with the punches
Striking at the heart
Touching all the sense's
Breaking those taboos
Bursting at the seams
Blowing all my fuses

The turning of a page
The burning of a book
(If you're) talking out of turn
(It's) just the way you look

When the time is right
But the shape is wrong
And you find yourself
Where you don't belong

Back to reality
Back on the line
Back into this and you'll feel no pain
You wanna do it one more time
We can do it once again
Oh my life
It's a dog's life
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