Tracks

01. Chasing Shadows
02. Blind
03. Lalena
04. Fault Line / The Painter
05. Why Didn't Rosemary?
06. Bird Has Flown
07. April
09. Emmaretta
12. The Painter



01. Chasing Shadows

Music by Lord/Paice
Chasing shadows over my walls
With myself hardly sleeping
Dwarfs and giants twenty feet tall
Fill the room with their creeping
Sounds of breathing sharpen my ears
Then they fade into nothing
Someone's laughter out in the street
Fills the night with their loving

I feel the ice in my head
Running his hands through my bed
Not even dreaming I seem to be dead
Colours of yellow and colours of red

All I'm asking some secret voice
Is to lead me to darkness
I'm so tired dawn never comes
I just lie in the shadows


02. Blind

Music by Lord
I see reflections in the water
Autumn colours, summer's daughter
And as as the year is growing older
I see winter on my shoulder
I stand in the haze
Watching stormy ripples grow
On my own

Never knew you were needed
'Til I found myself standing here alone

And in the water, such a sad face
Slowly drowning, such a sad face
If only I could change the seasons
Like a poet, I've my reasons
It started to snow, in the middle of July
Wonder why

Never did understand you
My sorrow is hanging in the grey sky

In the summer days we flew to the sun
On melting wings
But the seasons change so fast
Leave us all behind
Blind

But then the stone fell on the water
Putting end to summer's daughter
And me, I turn away remembering
All the seasons, such a sad thing
It started to rain in the middle of the sun
Winter's begun

Never did understand you
My sorrow is hanging in the grey sky

In the summer days we flew to the sun
On melting wings
But the seasons change so fast
Leave us all behind
Blind


03. Lalena

Music by Donovan
When the sun goes to bed
That's the time your raise your head
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame you Lalena

Arty Tart, la de da
Can your part get much sadder
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame you Lalena

Run you hand through your hair
Paint your face with despair
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame you Lalena

When the sun goes to bed
That's the time your raise your head
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame you Lalena

Arty Tart, oh so la de da
Can your part ever get, ever get much sadder
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame you Lalena
Oh, Lalena


04. Fault Line / The Painter

Music by Blackmore/Lord/Evans/Simper/Paice
Painter, come colour up my life
Oh painter, come colour up my life
Take away the misery
Take away the strife

Writer, write me out a play
Writer, make the meaning gay
Oh, I don't need a poem
Just give me words to say

Singer, let me sing a song
Oh singer, let me sing a song
You don't have to worry
'Cos singer you can sing along


05. Why Didn't Rosemary?

Music by Blackmore/Lord/Evans/Simper/Paice
There's a black hill
We have to climb
Everything I need but nothing's mine
Satan's world, I've had a kill
Why didn't Rosemary ever take the pill?

Laying there waiting, waiting for the kill
Oh, men won't do it, but the devil will

I'm losing time and my mind
Why can't I ever have what's naturally mine?
I got life and the things that go with it
If there's something else, where can I get it?

Laying there waiting, waiting for the kill
Oh, men won't do it, but the devil will

Well here's my views, I always lose
Things I want to do are yesterday's news
Say life's a ball, I've had it all
Out there in another dance hall

Laying there waiting, waiting for the kill
Oh, men won't do it, but the devil will

Take me as I am, an excuse for a man
Wherever I push someone stops my hand
As a matter of interest, tell me if you will
Why didn't Rosemary ever take the pill?

Laying there waiting, waiting for the kill
Oh, men won't do it, but the devil will

Oh, why didn't Rosemary ever take the pill?


06. Bird Has Flown

Music by Evans/Blackmore/Lord
Oh the beggar, on his cornerstone
Catches pity in his wrinkled hand
But the lover whose bird has flown
Catches nothing, only grains of sand

All the children in the distant house
They have feelings only children know
But the lover whose bird has flown
Catches nothing only flakes of snow

The sensation is not new to you
It's something you all have known
You get it, it goes right through you
Yes, it's something we all have known

And the bird it has flown
To a place on it's own
Somewhere all alone

Oh, the hermit in his lonely cave
Has himself to keep him company
But the lover whose bird has flown
He has heartaches same as you and me

The sensation's not new to you
It's something we all have known
You get it, it goes right through you
Yes it's something we all have known

And the bird it has flown

Oh, the hermit in his lonely cave
Has himself to keep him company
But the lover whose bird has flown
He has heartaches same as you and me

Yeah it's started snowing


07. April

Music by Blackmore/Lord
April is a cruel time
Even though the sun may shine
And the world looks in the shade as it slowly comes away
Still falls the April rain
And the valley's filled with pain
And you can't tell me quite why
As I look up to the

Grey sky, where it should be blue
Grey sky, where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
I'll cry, say that I don't know

Maybe once in a while
I'll forget, and I'll smile
But then the feeling comes again
Of an April without end
Of an April lonely as they come

In the dark of my mind
I can seek, hope to find
But there is nothing to be done
When I just can't feel the sun
And the springtime is the season of the night

Grey sky, where it should be blue
Grey sky, where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
I'll cry, say that I don't know
I don't know


09. Emmaretta

Music by Lord/Blackmore/Evans
Emmaretta, did you get my letter
I sent it to you, oh Emmaretta
Do you still feel, when night is falling
Something calling, oh Emmaretta

Behind my bars, oh Emmaretta
I can't get to you, to feel better
I must go now, oh Emmaretta
Full moon's rising, oh Emmaretta

Oh, it's a thousand miles
Oh, and I need you child
Oh, you can drive me wild
What I feel, make it real

Oh, it's a thousand miles
Oh, and I need you child
Oh, it could drive me wild
What I feel, make it real

Emmaretta, did you get my letter
I sent it to you, oh Emmaretta
Do you still feel, when night is falling
Something calling, oh Emmaretta


12. The Painter

Music by (Blackmore/Lord/Evans/Simper/Paice)
Painter
Come colour up my life
Oh painter
Come colour up my life
Take away the misery
Take away the strife

Writer
Make me up a play
Writer
Make the meaning gay
[For I don't know who I am]
Just give me words to say

Singer
Let me sing a song
Singer
Let me sing a song
You don't have to worry
Cause singer you can sing along