DEEP PURPLE
PURPENDICULAR


VAVOOM: TED THE MECHANIC (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)

Playing pool and drinking beer.
Nothing more'n the occasional tear.
But this man's life goes on and he gets
Greased all over from time to time.
At the strip joint, where we met
He said 'Hi, my name is Ted.
See that one over there
That ball of thunder.
Every time she goes Vavoom,
I wiggle in my chair.
Oh, can I buy you a beer?'
What a guy.

'I've had a few myself, he said,
'But I never quit when I'm ahead.
Too many rules and regulations
Stupid laws designed by fools behind closed doors.
And another thing I won't discuss is religion.
It always causes a fight Vavoom
There she goes again.
'How does she do that' said Ted.

And he told me of those unjustices that
He had suffered in his life.
His wife and kids and boss and dogs and neighbours
Raising cain and causing strife
They were forever whining
Bleating howling yapping screeching moaning crying Vavoom
He fed them well
He keep them warm.
Ted the Mechanic.

Thing about Ted, he didn't really care
Nothing much got in his hair
And the beauty of it was that he was right
He was big as a truck and fast as a door
(What's that?)
He was always right
The banjo player took a hike
What's that song
I used to like Vavoom
He was big as a truck
Fast as a door - Ted
What a guy.
Ted the man, our Ted.


LOOSEN MY STRINGS (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)

Wake up in the morning
Get into bed
Closing my eyes
I rest my head.

There is no arrangement
No time no place
It's gone in the wind
And left no trace.

Who can say, maybe or whatever.
It's up to you
You know you can trust me
I'll make it up to you.

You move with the action
You loosen my strings
Your fingers can smooth out my jangles
And all those things.

Grease on the handle and the tangles
In my hair.
They always seem to go together
I don't care.


SOON FORGOTTEN (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)

Sometimes I sit and wonder
Sometimes I just sit
I hope you all know
What you're doing anyway
Who is driving this thing.

Did you know the warriors of the flat earth
Have become the tyrants of the globe
It's round about that time again
She cried it's all for one my friends.

All my dreams are forgotten
When you leave me on the shelf
I can think of nothing better
Than to sit here by myself.

Least remembered soon forgotten
Didn't matter anyway
How can I ever miss you
If you never go away.

I'm amazed by the way how are you
I'm amazed how could you
It wasn't that good to start with anyway
Nothings quite that simple.

Did you know the warriors of the flat earth
Have become the tyrants of the globe
It's round about that time again
She cried it's all for one my friends.

Least remembered soon forgotten
Didn't matter anyway
How can I ever miss you
If you never go away.

Sometimes I sit and wonder
Sometimes I just sit
I hope you all know
What you're doing anyway
Who is driving this thing.

Least remembered soon forgotten
Didn't matter anyway
How can I ever miss you
If you never go away.


SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)

While you were out...
The message says
You left a number and I tried to call your name
But they wrote it down
In a perfect Spanish scrawl,
In a perfect Spanish scrawl.

Yet again I'm missing you.
King size bed in a hotel someplace
I hear your name,
I see your face.
I see your face.

The back street dolls and the side door johnnies
The wide eyed boys with their bags full of money
Back in the alley going bang to the wall
Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl.
Heaven wouldn't be so high I know
If the times gone by hadn't been so low.
The best laid plans come apart at the seams
And shatter all my dreams.

Sometimes I feel like screaming...
Close my eyes it's times like this
My head goes down
And the only thing I know
Is the name of this town,
Name of this town.

Yet again I'm missing you
Won't be long I'm coming home
Until that distant time
I'll be moving on.
I'll be moving on.


CASCADES: I'M NOT YOUR LOVER (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)

You know I'm not your lover now
It might as well be said
And then you say you're leaving
Or maybe I'm just hanging on a thread.
When I gave you everything
It didn't seem that much
You gave me your opinion
With the usual heavy handed touch.

What can I do
About the rain that falls on you?
I'm not your lover now,
I'm not your lover now.

My head is spinning endlessly
My sense won't react
Then I'm falling through a black hole
Part of me is never coming back
How you can lose a thing
You never really had
And you always hurt the one you love
And you just love to hurt me bad.

What can I do
About the rain that falls on you?
I'm not your lover now,
I'm not your lover now.

You really must be going now
By god, is that the time?
Let me put you out of my misery
They call it being cruel to be kind
I only insult my friends my friends,
The rest can go to hell
You can read it anyway you want
Oh well, you're not so bad yourself.

What can I do
About the rain that falls on you?
I'm not your lover now,
I'm not your lover now.


THE AVIATOR (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)

Riding on the moonpath
In the silver of the night
The fragrance on the air
Was of another time.
I cried in all my innocence
You were dressed in white
And even if I'd had the strength
I couldn't move to save my life.

The fear and the thrill
Of the beast at the window
The shivers and the chills
On the hottest of nights.
He walked right through
My open door
As I began to run, he threw
Some gold upon the floor, and said
There's plenty more
Where that came from.

I'm tired of the bombs,
I'm tired of the bullets,
I'm tired of the crazies on TV
I'm the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever it seems.

I flew along the lighted street
I flew above the town
I flew in ever rising circles
Ever further from the ground.
As I begin to lose my breath
Printed faxes turn a spin
A distant corner of the room
Will open up and let me in.

I'm tired of the news,
I'm tired of the weather,
I'm tired of the same thing every day
I'm the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever they say.


ROSA'S CANTINA (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)

Going to Rosa's Cantina
Going to Rosa's Cantina
Hoping that she's still there,
Going to Rosa's Cantina.

Might have been the dust in my eyes
Might have been the dust in my eyes
Could have been the neon cactus
Lighting up the desert sky
Must have been the dust in my eyes

Some would call it suicide,
Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
Some would call it suicide.

Dancing on the table,
Dancing on the table,
Dancing on the table,
When she's drunker than she's able
Dancing on the table.

Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
Some would call it suicide hell on earth.

Is she right is she wrong
Will she sing another song
Wicked as it seems right now.

Rosa wants her baby back,
Rosa wants her baby back
Since he's gone she's losing track
Rosa wants her baby back.
Careful with that cadillac,
Careful with that cadillac,
Careful with that cadillac.


A CASTLE FULL OF RASCALS (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)

Nothing here for me today
Garbaggio from the men in grey
Don't do this you can't do that
What's the point, what's the matter, anyway
Fat cat's licking cream
Dirty business hard and mean
Narrow eyes and hungry days
There's got to be a better way

Something here about my face
Something make you think
I got time to waste
What you doing standing here
Why don't you call someone who cares
Fat cats all the same
Easy answers just a game
Another day nothing changes
There's got to be a better way.

A glistening of questioners
Prepared the inquisition
While jackals in the shadows
Manoeuvre for position.
A fundament of righteous men
A barrow ideals
The carriage of misjustice
Crushes all beneath it's wheels.
Conspiracies of silence
Within the temple walls
Graveyards full of promises
Tha no one can recall
A castle full of rascals
A fortress full of thieves
A parliament of silver tongues
That latter to deceive.

Oh my darling Carolina
If you get the chance
To walk behind here
She's so clean you see no splash
Just the Texas chainsaw massacre
Fat cat's got to go
I'm Rockin' and rollin'
From my headache to my toes
She's trying to set the world on fire
Up there in her Ivory tower.


A TOUCH AWAY (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)

Mother nature's been good to me
That's why I'm sittin in this cherry tree
But it's alright, it's alright
It's not so bad
I'm just a touch away.

The shady lady from shady lane
Is lying in my bed again
And it's alright, it feels good
It's not so bad
When she's just a touch away.

Nothing much
Is all I ask
And it's alright, oh yes,
Light as a feather, oh yes.

Like a rosebud when the sun is high
She opens up before my eyes
And the light falls on her wet skin
It's alright
I'm just a touch away.

Nothing much
Is all I know
And it's alright, oh yes,
Light as a feather,
And just a touch away.

Put a finger to her lips again
She cries with pleasure cries wih pain
And it's alright
It feels good, it's not so bad
We're just a touch away.

Nothing much
Is all I know
Not too fast
Not too slow
And it's alright, oh yes,
Soft as a feather
And just a touch away.


HEY CISCO (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)

Watch him ride into the sunset
He'd have the little fat guy right along his side
Echoing off the canyon, Hey Cisco from Pancho 'n' pretty soon
The black sombrero would reply.
Hey Pancho what's happening mi amigo
It's getting somewhere near the end,
This winding trail
When we've raced around the corner
For the final dusty time
Mr Renaldo 'n' Carillo's going to jail.

Can't open no more supermarkets
Duncan's sombrero's hanging up there with his guns
Some cigarro sucking slag under a chip Hollywood chandelier
Says 'Cisco, Kid you know your day is done
Let me know how you are doin' Mr Renaldo
If you need me I could be a friend for life
There don't seem any point
...we should throw 'way all these years
Why don't we saddle up
And ride out one more time.

What they doing to my friend
What they doing to my man
Don't matter when
I'll stay to the end
Hey Cisco, Let's go out in style
We're going down together.


SOMEBODY STOLE MY GUITAR (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)

Remind me to tell you
Bout the old silver miner
Name of hard rock Pete
Had his house built on a slope
They say one of his legs lived in Calico
Ther's a rumour going round
That the other lived in hope
So I walked in the room and I stopped
I turned around and looked over my shoulder
And a voice close beside me said
You'd better watch your head
The party's over.

It wasn't long before
The waitress came over and said
Can I freshen up your drink
And have you heard of these boys
And if you feel included
To buy some cowboy boots
Well it's not that bad
We can talk above the noise
So I sucked on my beer
Shut my eyes
And tried to listen to the words
I know I missed the meaning
But the message
Was something I'd already heard.

Johnny Ringo's voice is getting deeper
And now he's going to put another lock on the door
The night is getting later
My head is getting lighter
The mood is getting darker
Tequila's being poured
So I smile at the old gunslinger
In his frame on the wall
As he pushed back his hat
And it's all coming back
I'd cut a long story short
But it's much too late for that.

Somebody stole my guitar
They took it from
The back seat of my car

I was sleeping in Memphis
In my hotel room
And somebody stole my guitar.


THE PURPENDICULAR WALTZ (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)

Put your money down
Take your choice
That's the way it is
Every time with these boys
And you sense no shame
And you feel no disgrace
Somebody wins somebody loses
It's a dirty dirty race
Oh my life
It's a dog's life.

One empty Monday
Out of the blue
Took a good luck turn
Started something new.

Out of the gutter, out of the rain
Out of my head
And I'm feeling no pain.
Oh my life,feeling no pain
Take the strain
It's a dog's life.

Ducking in the shadows
Diving in the dark
Rolling with the punches
Striking at the heart
Touching all the sense's
Breaking those taboos
Bursting at the seams
Blowing all my fuses.

The turning of a page
The burning of a book
(If you're) talking out of turn
(It's) just the way you look.

When the time is right
But the shape is wrong
And you find yourself
Where you don't belong.

Back to reality, back on the line,
Back into this and you'll feel no pain
You wanna do it one more time
We can do it once again
Oh my life
It's a dog's life.


DON'T HOLD YOUR BREATH (Gillan/Glover/Lord/Morse/Paice)
"Purpendicular" US/Japanese release bonus track © 1996

One day I'll get home before the sun hits the blinds
And give you - I'll give you something to remember me by
That's the way I am
It's what I got in mind but I don't know if I can
You gotta shoot your gun - don't expect me to dance
Hold me up to the spotlight but

Don't, don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath

These empty pockets are my deepest friends
Full of nothing but good intentions
That's the way it is
It may not be much but I can blow you a kiss
I've been wrong - I've been wrong once before
I'll be all right tomorrow but

Don't, don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath

I may be Lazy or a Living Wreck
I won't be swayed by your expectations
That's the way it is
It may not be much but you know what to kiss
I've been wrong - I've been wrong once before
I'll be all right tomorrow but

Don't, don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath.

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