Deep Purple - Deep Purple lyrics
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 |