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Deep Purple In Concert (2nd disc) |
The world around us hangs in doubt You face a crime that we'll hear about To pay the cost would never be the same Eternal lovers we're not to blame There's no mistake there's no refrain The same surroundings that stood Are here again this time As I look around you can't be found To lose you I'd rather see The endless time of space go passing by This time around This time around So look around we all will be found In love The world around us hangs in doubt You face a crime that we'll hear about To pay the cost would never be the same Eternal lover you're not to blame There's no mistake there's no refrain The same surroundings that stood Are here again this time As I look around you can't be found To lose you I'd rather see The endless time of space go passing by This time around This time around To lose you I'd rather see The endless time of space go passing by Fly By
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Comin' out of nowhere Drivin' like rain Stormbringer dance On the thunder again Dark cloud gathering Breaking the day No point running 'Cause it's coming your way Ride the rainbow Crack the sky Stormbringer coming Time to die Got to keep running Stormbringer coming He's got nothing you need He's gonna make you bleed Rainbow shaker On a stallion twister Bareback rider On the eye of the sky Stormbringer coming down Meaning to stay Thunder and lightning Heading your way Ride the rainbow Crack the sky Stormbringer coming Time to die Got to keep running Stormbringer coming He's got nothing you need He's gonna make you bleed Coming out of nowhere Drivin' like a-rain Stormbringer dance On the thunder again Dark cloud gathering Breaking the day No point running 'Cause it's coming your way
Oah nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Oh it's a killing machine It's got everything Like a driving power Big fat tyres and everything I love it and I need it, I bleed it Yeah it's a wild hurricane Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my girl I'm gonna keep her to the end Nobody gonna have my girl She stays close on every bend Oh she's a killing machine She's got everything A moving mouth Body control and everything I love her an' I need her, I seed her Yeah she turns me on Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my head I got speed inside my brain Nobody gonna steal my head Now that I'm on the road again Oh I'm in heaven again I've got everything Like a moving ground An open road and everything I love it and I need it, I seed it Eight cylinders all mine Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Oh it's a killing machine It's got everything Like a driving power Big fat tyres and everything I love it and I need it, I bleed it Yeah it's a mad hurricane Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star I'm a highway star I'm a highway star
I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be You're gonna give your love to me I'm gonna love you night and day Well love is love and not fade away Well love is love and not fade away My love bigger than a cadillac I try to show it and you're drivin' me back Your love for me has got to be real For you to know just how I feel Love is real and not fade away Well love is real and not fade away I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be You're gonna give your love to me Love to last more than one day Well love is love and not fade away Well love is love and not fade away Well love is love and not fade away Love, love is love and not fade away Not fade away Not fade away
Yeah, I'm going down Going down, down, down, down, down I'm going down Going down, down, down, down, down Got my head out the window my feet are on the ground
We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the water, fire in the sky They burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound Funky & Claude was running in and out Pulling kids out the ground When it all was over We had to find another place But Swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race Smoke on the water, fire in the sky We ended up at the Grand Hotel It was empty cold and bare But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside Making our music there With a few red lights and a few old beds We make a place to sweat No matter what we get out of this I know we'll never forget Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
Georgia, Georgia, just smile and ease my pain An old sweet song Georgia on my mind Georgia, Georgia, just smile... An old sweet song, baby Georgia on my mind (I love you baby, I love you so ) or... (You know what I'm talking about)