Deep Purple - Rapture Of The Deep lyrics
Tracks 01. Money Talks
02. Girls Like That 03. Wrong Man 04. Rapture Of The Deep 05. Clearly Quite Absurd 06. Don't Let Go 07. Back To Back 08. Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye 09. MTV 10. Junkyard Blues 11. Before Time Began 01. Money Talks Lyrics by Ian Gillan, Steve Morse, Roger Glover, Don Airey and Ian Paice
I was young and healthy
Extremely wealthy I swung in the trees And did as I pleased I thought I was rich Oh yeah Such sweet seduction I could feel the suction Greasing my palm And doing no harm Just making some deals What a bitch Money talks to me Whispers in my ear Gives me everything I want Everything I want I had rising stock So I got more pockets I knew somewhere to stick it Where no-one would nick it I kinda went private And then, aha Such sweet seclusion No more intrusion Too much food on my plate But there's guards at the gate Such joy I could almost die of it Money talks to me Lays it on the line Gives me everything I want Everything I want Money goes to money Yes it always returns Finds its way back to the big house Where it lives all alone Wraithlike silent partners Operators of the system Give words of quiet assurance To an otherwise healthy victim It's all coming back to me I would swing in the trees And I'd swim in the ocean I used to show some emotion I was not to blame I feel no shame The structure was shaking Was there for the taking I had the resources But then, oh no Someone outbid me I can't take it with me? Then I will devour it I can't go without it It's simply a question of Market forces Money talks to me Whispers in my ear Gives me everything I want Everything I want Money talks to me Laughs right in my face Gives me everything I want Everything I want 02. Girls Like That Lyrics by Ian Gillan, Steve Morse, Roger Glover, Don Airey and Ian Paice
I'm in a bad spot babe
I can't hear what you say I'd love to stop and talk You keep fading away Just the way she said it Something in her tone Always so convincing But she's good on the phone I'll wait until she's ready That could be a while She always takes her time Then she turns up in style Something not right Didn't recognise the car Women being what they are There is no sense of reason In a reasonable world Makes any sense at all To a reasonable girl She said you know what I mean But I couldn't understand Didn't know what she said I'm a reasonable man It wasn't meant that way I was only having fun She looked me in the eye But the damage was done I got the vague impression She was under my thumb I looked the other way And I had to succumb Girls like that I want girls like that Girls like that I like girls like that 03. Wrong Man Lyrics by Ian Gillan, Steve Morse, Roger Glover, Don Airey and Ian Paice
I wasn't in the room when the action was going down
I may have been there once but at the time I was out of town I'm seeing strange fruit, they're saying off with his head One way or another I'll end up dead You got the wrong man You don't understand You got the wrong man You got the wrong man I do what I can I plead not guilty to the charges you've laid out on your desk I know what you're thinking "Oh yes - this is a DSF" I think I'm prime ministerial material but I can't lie to you So I'm out of the running But from here in my cell I imagine Wouldn't that be something You got the wrong man You don't understand You got the wrong man You got the wrong man I do what I can 04. Rapture Of The Deep Lyrics by Ian Gillan, Steve Morse, Roger Glover, Don Airey and Ian Paice
I told you once about a place that I had accidentally stumbled upon
Can you imagine how it feels to find somewhere that you can do no wrong But it's alright you're safe in my hands I'll meet you in the sky tonight and we will trace some undiscovered stars We'll go beyond the universe beyond all understanding, hey, it's not that far But if s alright I feel safe in your hands I can't stand living this way Getting by from day to day I'm drinking from your loving cup I told you things were looking up Oh oh oh so good Oh it feels so good We're all the same but then again we're all quite different in our own peculiar ways We've come so far and now we're going through another phase But it's alright We made it so far I can't stand living this way Getting by from day to day I'm drinking from your loving cup Told you things were looking up As we all know if s hard to breathe when something spiritual has taken place We don't know why we don't know how we've been transformed into a state of grace But it's alright We walk in our sleep Yes it's alright This is rapture of the deep 05. Clearly Quite Absurd Lyrics by Ian Gillan, Steve Morse, Roger Glover, Don Airey and Ian Paice
After all we said today
The strangest thought occurred I feel I ought to tell you But it's clearly quite absurd Wouldn't it be wonderful If you could read my mind Imagine all the stuff That we could leave behind How many words you waste Before you're understood Or simply sow some seeds You'd do it if you could Let me take a moment Of your time Inside you mind I know what you're thinking But I don't know what to say The turmoil and the conflict You don't have to feel that way Look into my eyes And feel my hand upon your heart Holding us together Not tearing us apart How many words we waste To justify a crime Compare it to an act of love That really takes no time Why not take a moment Of your time Inside your mind 06. Don't Let Go Lyrics by Ian Gillan, Steve Morse, Roger Glover, Don Airey and Ian Paice
I get lost on a regular basis
I'm not alone I see the same old faces Back on the road it's a worthy opponent I get home in the heat of the moment What's that stuff always rise to the surface College cream, it always emerges Be what you are I tell myself And myself tells me we can't be anybody else You always sleep with a smile on your face Much as I want to put myself in your place Not my business I've got dreams of my own I try to recall but when I wake up it's gone Don't let go of that image You'll never see it again I can hear voices they're buzzing in my head Eyebrows raised was it something I said A long hot night, it crept in like a thief The engine stopped, the seatbelt popped And her jaw dropped in disbelief Don't let go of that beast You'll never see it again Don't let go of that whisky bottle You'll never see it again 07. Back To Back Lyrics by Ian Gillan, Steve Morse, Roger Glover, Don Airey and Ian Paice
I read in the news
That the average man Is uplifted five times a day I'm confused I have to confess My feeling never goes away I know it's right They asked the average man In a survey across the nation I can't understand how the average man Keeps losing his concentration Oh you gotta use it Oh you gonna lose it I'm just begun When you're all done I see you running down the road Can't hear a thing My mind is blasted And my head is about to explode Feeling the pain Just more of the same As we're rolling through the night Going so fast We're sure to nit the next town Before the last one's out of sight Oh you gotta use it Oh you gonna lose it Back to back One on one Shake it up Move it on Back to back One on one Turn it up Hold it down 08. Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye Lyrics by Ian Gillan, Steve Morse, Roger Glover, Don Airey and Ian Paice
I threw a rock in the lake and it sank to the bottom
The waves spread out but the rock got forgotten The ripples came back just as we feared Looking for the rock but the hole disappeared It's somewhere in the middle some way down The last guy that went looking almost certainly drowned He ran out of time He can kiss tomorrow goodbye Yes I piss in the water and burn down trees I watch as the creatures fall to their knees They ain't got a clue as disaster looms They're too busy choking on toxic fumes They got no hope and there's no point running No matter what they do I keep on coming They ran out of time They can kiss tomorrow goodbye I did a bad thing I did a bad thing I did a bad thing I did a bad thing Well hallelujah and holy mackerel All we got left is a thief and a jackal The writing is big and it's there on the wall Oh how the mighty empires fall There's nothing to fix it's much too late Sit down and prepare to meet your fate You have run out of time Kiss tomorrow goodbye 09. MTV Lyrics by Ian Gillan, Steve Morse, Roger Glover, Don Airey and Ian Paice
I was driving through the night
Into an endless tunnel of fog When it dawned on me something was wrong I was in a trance, hypnotised Bored beyond belief I was listening to the same old song I know every lick, every word Every nuance I'm on first name terms with the crew But I'd better get used to this poop du jour Sure as hell they won't play anything new Oh yes I love you really Classic Rock Radio Oh my dear it's time for bed Time for you to go Everyone is asleep The pirates took to the water stole the charts But sadly that didn't go down well with those upstairs Who require loyalty The establishment considered That the uncontrolled appreciation of music Was a danger to royalty The mighty empire roared As Cash 'n' Everitt on the high seas Looked like they'd get blown out of the water They did of course eventually come ashore As meek as mice or to be more accurate As lambs to the slaughter Oh yes I love you really I stand to attention Oh Fanny, I love you dearly Something else I should mention? You sweet thing Let's not talk about MTV I don't even want to start I want to take a look at Classic Rock Radio We're talking about the state of the art Mr. Grover 'n' Mr Gillian You musta made a million The night that Frank Zappa caught on fire Could you tell us all about it Keep it short and use my version Or everyone out there'll think I'm a liar We can speak about bananas for one second Just because I understand You have to get them off your chest But in the meantime while your talking Could you do some more of these here ID's And then this station might maintain some interest Oh yes I love you dearly But why do you exist? Oh yes I love you really Is there something that I missed? 10. Junkyard Blues Lyrics by Ian Gillan, Steve Morse, Roger Glover, Don Airey and Ian Paice
Broken down relations, beaten up guitars
Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars Brambles and weeds flourishing amongst Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks Junkyard blues sound familiar I'm never alone Always remind me of home One of a dozen covered with stains Blistered and stinking was all that remained Cannibalised machines, mysterious bones Unwanted contents of anonymous homes Those junkyard blues sound familiar Take me back Always remind me of home Mangy old dog scratching in the dust Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust All this stuff was good for something But here it is now, good for nothing Junkyard blues sound familiar I'm never alone Always remind me of home 11. Before Time Began Lyrics by Ian Gillan, Steve Morse, Roger Glover, Don Airey and Ian Paice
The daylight fades and the stars come out
But there's never much to talk about Another day goes rushing by and here we are just wondering why We have to belong with a sense of purpose That's all we need, without them we're worthless Ah, we've come so far, hmm, but then again All we see is more of the same It's getting crowded here we agree no doubt Oh dear brother what's it all about? Hey you over there why don't you throw down your spear? We all need some help right now Where are we going from here? The way things are working out It won't be too long before we have to move Better start thinking about it while there's still time to choose Every day of my life I discover Someone murdering my sisters and brothers In the name of some god or another What do you know? For the first precious few it's time to go What might have been we'll never know All those bad ideas became the law Oh yes, we've forgotten what we're looking for All of you angels it's time to gather your wings Leave it all behind you won't need any of those things We're going on through the darkness hand in hand To step into the future Before time began And for those who remain with your chosen gods May your prayers be answered. |