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Rating: Peace & love...
To the usual question "What kind of music do you listen to?", I always answer evasively, because if I were to say rock, on the other side they'd throw those horrid names from the hard stuff of the seventies. Which? The usual ones.
And don't get it wrong, I'm not talking about Gabriel Pontello and the like, ifix tcen tcen, tcen tcen ifix. Because here there's no erotic fluid happening.
No offense to anyone, but if rock'n'roll is a good and proper thing, the hard stuff of the seventies is just a game of 'mine is bigger than yours'. A hideous something that shows off redundant and hairy chests and elevates the alpha male's liberating belch as an expressive model. Let the beasts vent.
Then, yes, maybe someone (a damn blasphemer, I imagine) mistook Dionysus for a truck driver.
Bloody traitors of the rock spirit and its primitive and wild expressive thinness...
Champions of the most useless and squalid musical exhibitionism, like the usual crappy guitarist doing the usual crappy solo in the usual crappy way...
You know, like when as kids you put a bigger carburetor on the moped to flaunt on the streets of the world? Well, something like that...
The moped is a light motorcycle, for those who don't know.
However, someone free us from seventies hard rock and its horrendous offspring. In the wonderful anarcho/communist world (more anarcho than communist) playing that kind of music will be the only thing not allowed. At most, you could take a spin in a dirigible one year yes, one year no. Or listen to “Child in time,” a little obscure thing from the deep purple world...
And anyway, I repeat, no offense to anyone, it's just a matter of musical taste...
No offense to anyone, but a stadium rock concert or any similar barbarism is a great way, paraphrasing Oscar Wilde, to keep all the hooligans out of the city center...
No offense to anyone, but to us, impalpable and delicate and exquisite wavers, to us dandy of this damn thing, half pretentious intellectuals, to us sick with white noise and sick sensations, you have always seemed like tasteless apes...
But deep down, I know, you are good guys.
But now it's time to moderately pay tribute to the deep purple world...
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“And I offer you the intelligence of electricians so finally a bit of light will reach our empty room in the sad hotels”..
It was indeed from an electrician that, a little more than a kid, I got hold of a counterfeit deep purple cassette and my empty room lit up a little bit...
And anyway the Purples, I can’t stand “Smoke on the water” anymore, and, for the rest, I remember little or, actually, almost nothing. Except for that transcendental thing, child in time, really who knows how it came to them...
In my days, the scream of that child was accompanied by a certain Eugenio, a guy who had to watch out for an axe..
And, say what you will, a scream is a beautiful thing, otherwise it ends like in certain nightmares where you want to scream, but you can't.
In any case, my dear Purples, I am ungrateful, I know... but today, today I want to make amends, for that lightbulb and for what came after. Because if the first verse is given by God and the rest is up to us, without that first verse, nothing.
And then, apart from the fact that in the cover you have the Osram bulb on your head, on re-listening, track one, the sensations are good, that powerful riff, that "burn" shouted in chorus, those trademark keyboards.
It's just that the rest, well the rest literally makes me shit. Anyway, five stars for the imprinting...
And anyhow, even if rock'n'roll shouldn't have anything to do with gyms, even if today I wouldn’t listen to such a record even dead, a small thanks, dear Purples, I send you anyway. By the way, "In rock", the album with "Child in time", is beautiful throughout, not like the zeppelin, but almost...
PS... I wrote part one with a fever after a shitty day... it's a slightly on-the-surface reaction to all those who accuse us of listening to strange music just to act cool... more likely, instead, we listen to strange music because we are strange... but don’t take it badly, really... peace & love, better still trallallà...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Burn (06:03)
The sky is red, I don't understand,
Past midnight I still see the land.
People are sayin' the woman is damned,
She makes you burn with a wave of her hand.
The city's a blaze, the town's on fire.
The woman's flames are reaching higher.
We were fools, we called her liar.
All I hear is "Burn!"
I didn't believe she was devil sprung.
She said, "Curse you all, you'll never learn!
When I leave there's no return."
The people laughed till she said, "Burn!"
Warning came, no one cared.
Earth was shakin', we stood and stared.
When it came no one was spared.
Still I hear "Burn!"
You know we had no time,
We could not even try.
You know we had no time.
You know we had no time,
We could not even try.
You know we had no time.
The sky is red, I don't understand,
Past midnight I still see the land.
People are sayin' the woman is damned,
She makes you burn with a wave of her hand.
Warning came, no one cared.
Earth was shakin, we stood and stared.
When it came no one was spared.
Still I hear "Burn!"
02 Might Just Take Your Life (04:40)
I got more than I asked for,
There ain't nothin' I need.
I took all till I had more,
I'm always takin' the lead.
Old man shakin' dice down on the street,
Try'n to make a livin' somehow
But I'm really sure about gettin' things sorted out
And I'm gettin' ready right now.
You can't hold me,
I have told you.
Might just take your life,
Might just take your life.
I've been called by many names
And all of them are bad.
I can take it all the same,
It's all I've ever had.
I've got somethin' that you can't get
But one thing you can see:
Gettin' there ain't easy
But it sure was hard for me.
You can't hold me,
I have told you.
Might just take your life,
Might just take your life.
Every time I take a look
There's someone close behind.
They never used to make a pass,
The things that crossed their minds.
Now they tell me that it's all right
And they want to be my friend.
They're ridin' on my back.
When is it goin' to end?
You can't hold me,
I have told you.
Might just take your life,
Might just take your life,
Might just take your life.
Got more than I asked for,
Got more than I need.
Got more than I asked for,
Got more than I need.
Got more than I asked for,
Got more than I need.
03 Lay Down, Stay Down (04:21)
I don't care if my lady's gone
as long as you give me just what I want.
I've been losin' my direction,
got to find a new connection.
You have wasted the love I tasted,
now I'm really gettin' hungry more and more.
Been a long time, had a bad sign.
Tell me what am I fighting for?
Let me know you feel it,
you know I really need it.
Keep on pushin' for more,
lay down, stay down.
I got something to find,
there's one thing I really need.
I'm gonna tell you right now,
lay down, stay down.
Lookin' for trouble, I guess that's right.
When I was young I was taught to fight.
It's been long gone since I had known,
now I'm headin' for some more.
Let me know you feel it,
you know I really need it.
Keep on pushin' for more,
Lay down, stay down.
I got something to find,
there's one thing I really need.
I'm gonna tell you right now,
lay down, stay down.
Let me know you feel it,
you know I really need it.
Keep on pushin' for more,
lay down, stay down.
I got something to find,
there's one thing I really need.
I'm gonna tell you right now,
lay down, stay down.
04 Sail Away (05:50)
If you're driftin' on an empty ocean
With no wind to fill your sails
The future your horizon
It's like searchin' for the Holy Grail
You feel there's no tomorrow
As you look into the water below
There's only your reflection
And you still aint got no place to go
(Chorus):
Time will show
When I don't know
Sail away tomorrow
Sailin' far away
To find it steal or borrow
I'll be there someday
Now woman I keep returnin'
To sing the same old songs
The story's been told, now I'm gettin' old
Tell me where do I belong
Feels like I'm goin' to surrender
Hard times I've had enough
If I could find a place to hide my face
I believe I could get back up
(Chorus)
06 What's Goin' on Here (04:58)
Roll me over slowly I've been drinkin' all night
Help me make a move, I can't stand the light
Wake me, shake me, don't slam the door
I ain't been so bad, I just can't recall
Spent the night chasin' up a listed old flame
Lyin' on the floor I can't remember her name
I can't stay here
There's something wrong here
What's goin' on here?
Went downtown had a long way to go
How I got there I don't know
Found myself sittin' in a west-side bar
Tried to leave but I could not go far
High class woman tryin' to give me a line
Should have left early when I felt so fine
I can't stay here
There's something wrong here
What's goin' on here?
When they closed up the bar
You know they left me for dead
And I can't remember a thing that I said
Must have called the police to take me away
They said "Forty days", now I've got to pay
Spent the night chasin' up a listed old flame
Lyin' on the floor I can't remember her name
I can't get together why they're messin' with me
Keep on lookin' round, tell me where can I be
I can't stay here
There's something wrong here
What's goin' on here?
07 Mistreated (07:30)
I've been mistreated, I've been abused.
I've been struck downhearted, baby, I've been confused
'Cause I know, yes, I know I've been mistreated.
Since my baby left me I've been losing my mind, you know I have.
I've been lonely, I've been cold.
I've been looking for a woman to have and hold
'Cause I know, yes, I know I've been mistreated.
Since my baby left me I've been losing, I've been losing,
I've been losing my mind, baby baby babe.
I've been mistreated, I've been abused.
I've been looking for a woman, yeh, I've been confused
'Cause I know, yes, I know I've been mistreated, ooh o-o-oh.
Since my baby left me I've been losing, losing,
I've been losing my mind, baby baby babe.
Oh oh oh, oh woman, oh woman, oh woman.
I've been losing my mind.
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By Jy
We are immediately 'attacked' by the deadly riff of the title track, BURN.
This piece is a lava flow of pure hard rock, where one can notice a devastating rhythmic carpet by Paice and a series of truly unmissable guitar-keyboard duels.
By matteowolf
It’s Burn, one of the most powerful hard-rock tracks, a heroic gallop that seems to be Blackmore’s first real nod to his Renaissance-Music project.
This very slow blues... starts with a masterful Blackmore riff, continues with Coverdale’s wonderful and heart-wrenching singing, perfectly aligning with the lyrics about a broken heart.
By claudio carpentieri
The song develops around extraordinary duets between guitar and keyboard, with the support of the powerful rhythm section.
It is Purple’s intention to set things straight right away with the rousing introduction of the title track, almost as if to claim they are back to stay.
