Letras
Perfect Strangers
© 1984 Polygram Records
Knocking at Your Back Door
(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan)
Sweet Lucy was a dancer But none of us would chance her Because she was a Samurai She made electric shadows Beyond our fingertips And none of us could reach that high She came on like a teaser I had to touch and please her Enjoy a little paradise The log was in my pocket When Lucy met the Rockett And she never knew the reason why I can't deny it With that smile on her face It's not the kill It's the thrill of the chase Feel it coming It's knocking at the door You know it's no good running It's not against the law The point of no return And now you know the score And now you're learning What's knockin' at your back door Sweet Nancy was so fancy To get into her pantry Had to be the aristocracy The members that she toyed with At her city club Were something in diplomacy So we put her on the hit list Of a common cunning linguist A master of many tongues And now she eases gently From her Austin to her Bentley Suddenly she feels so young
Under the Gun
(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan)
Infidel can you hear Would be strange delight I need you to give your sympathy tonight When you hear what I say Deeds I've done Realise I've never lost and never won I've got a feeling that it's never right There was a reason but it's out of sight It's going down somewhere tonight Under the gun Put death in my hand Learn to fight Who could care if it's wrong or if it's right We got no choice Under command We're ordered to die or take this land Stupid bastards and religious freaks So safe in their castle keeps They turn away as a mother weeps Under the gun When brave men fall Under crimson skies There's a sadness reflected in a soldier's eyes Tears will dry For those I kill Remember no more their names but someone will The only way to be victorious Screw the fools who think it's glorious Who gives a toss about the likes of us Under the gun
Nobody's Home
(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan/Lord/Paice)
Nothing I can do about it Maybe I won't even try Your will is determined to kill any Reason of mine I see you coming With that look in your eye You act like a king but you ain't got a thing In your mind And now there's nobody home My belly is aching Your image is blown Your lights are burning bright But Nobody's Home You talk about love and affection If only you could You're full of pride but there's nothing inside And you think you're so good You know you got it coming to ya All things return You need me It's not gonna be my concern And now there's nobody home Your message is changing The children have grown Your lights are burning bright But nobody's home I hear you crying What can I say You get what you give so Forgive me as I turn away Nobody's home A legend is dying The seeds have been sown Your lights are burning bright But Nobody's Home
Mean Streak
(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan)
She came home last night rotten rolling drunk She talk no sense but she sound good so she think So I reached over and said Hello Is there some planet you'd care to go And she said Venus on the rocks She got a mean streak Black Mamba don't compete She got a mean streak Temptation bitter sweet She drives me crazy gets inside my brain She spend my money down a drain So I roll over for my reward How much can I afford And she says Just a little more I can't take this no more I tried so hard but I can't get thru' the door Because one smile from those eyes And I stand there paralysed And she says Beg for more get down sucka you know what I like oh hang on
Perfect Strangers
(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan)
Can you remember remember my name As I flow through your life A thousand oceans I have flown And cold spirits of ice All my life I am the echo of your past I am returning the echo of a point in time Distant faces shine A thousand warriors I have known And laughing as the spirits appear All your life Shadows of another day And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect Strangers I know I must remain inside this silent well of sorrow A strand of silver hanging through the sky Touching more than you see The voice of ages in your mind Is aching with the dead of the night Precious life (your tears are lost in falling rain) And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect Strangers
A Gypsy's Kiss
(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan)
John San what you can La la Janette dance in sand What's the mystery my son Gypsy Dan Caravan Won Tun Wan with your Chinese fan It's part of history my son Murder and rape with your power The 10th revolution in far away days It's come to this A gypsy's kiss All your power's gonna fade in the haze Ya who' Jumme gae bile ya heed The Senorita said I'll drag yer lungs out through yer nose Space truckers free and high Teamsters get ya by and by That should keep you on your toes They got a gun at your head But you ain't necessarily playing their game They can't resist A Gypsy's Kiss All that's needed to drive them insane John Wayne The Alamo Crazy Horse Geronimo I'll smoke a piece with you Mind Body Heart and Soul We got Rock and Roll And there's nothing they can do Hear the small voice of truth Above the shouting despair of the crowd What do you wish A Gypsy's Kiss Gets you strong for crying out loud
Wasted Sunsets
(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan)
The day is gone when the angels come to stay And all the silent whispers will be blown away And lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes Hanging on the wall gold and silver for the blues One too many wasted sunsets One too many for the road And after dark the door is always open Hoping someone else will show Someone is waiting behind an unlocked door Grey circles overhead empties on the floor The cracks in the walls have grown too long The slow hand is dragging on afraid to meet the dawn One too many wasted sunsets One too many for the road And after dark the door is always open Hoping someone else will show
Hungry Daze
(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan)
In a dark and sweaty room in '69 tables turning Dancing girls, silly girls, all kinds of girls and it was loud Tuning up to madness in the back room candles burning Present the Stinking Hippy and throw the naked thunder to the crowd In the Hungry Daze The long and lonely highway drags along it's going nowhere Sickness and disease and mad corruption something's going wrong The mountain's getting cold and lonely the trees are bare We all came out to Montreux but that's another song You've heard it all before In hungry daze Along the Mountain Road to do some drinking and now we're mobile again Different girls, laughing girls, forever girls and it's so loud The crew have lost again they are beaten men The winning team united living for the crowd These are the hungry daze
Bonus track on CD and cassette versions, and on the Knebworth '85 picture disc version of the LP:
Not Responsible
(Blackmore/Glover/Gillan/Lord/Paice)
- Found some money in an old black jacket
I'm going out tonight, gonna find me a woman or two
I don't know how long it'll last
But I never regret the past
When I wake up tomorrow, I'll be looking around for youI got no reason to be down at the station
I got no ticket, but I'm gonna take a fucking ride
Don't care where I go
I never seem to know
I never had a penny, but I never wondered why
Oh no, I never wondered whyIf I'm cold I need some heat
If I'm hungry then I eat
I'm not responsibleI woke up this morning and I couldn't find my shoes
It's one long party and I haven't seen the sun for days
I'd take you out tonight, but I'm just a little light
So let's go out anyway, you'll be amazedI take my woman to the palace dancing
I never coulda made it but the doorman is a friend of mine
So I raise a glass to you, the foot is on the other shoe
You can pay the bill and while you're at it pick up mine
Oh, no no, I don't mindIf it rains I stay inside
If I'm scared I run and hide
I'm not responsible, oh no.
