Ritchie Blackmore lead guitar
Ian Gillan vocals
Roger Glover bass
Jon Lord organ, piano
Ian Paice drums
Recorded live during 15-17 August 1972 in Osaka and Tokyo, Japan. Engineered by Martin Birch. Mixed by Roger Glover and Ian Paice.
Produced by Deep Purple.
Track List.
Deep Purple Mark II
album: Made In Japan (live 1972)
01. Highway Star
02. Child in Time
03. Smoke on the Water
04. The Mule
05. Strange Kind Of Women
06. Lazy
07. Space Truckin'
Song Lyrics
Highway star
Words & music by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice
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
Child in time
Words & music by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice
Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
Line that's drawn between good and bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll
If you been bad - Oh Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit oh by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes aahouh bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh ooh ooh...
Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
Line that's drawn between good and bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll
If you've been bad - Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes aahaah bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh ooh ooh...
Smoke on the water
Words & music by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice
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 & 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 - A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
They burned down the gambling house - It died with an awful sound
Funky & Claude was running in and out, pulling kids out of the ground
When it all was over, we had to find another place
Swiss time was running out - It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water - A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
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 an' a few old beds, we made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this, I know... I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water - A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
Strange kind of woman
Words & music by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice
There once was a woman, a strange kind of woman
The kind that gets written down in history
Her name was nancy, her face was nothing fancy
She left a trail of happiness and misery
I loved her, everybody loved her
She loved everyone and gave a good return
I tried to take her, I even tried to break her
She said I ain't for taking, won't you ever learn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Oh I got a strange kind of woman
She looked like a raver but I could never please her
On wednesday mornings boy you can't go far
I couldn't get her but things got better, she said
Saturday nights from now on baby you're my star
She finally said she loved me, I wed her in a hurry
No more callers and I glowed with pride
I'm dreaming, I feel like screaming
I won my woman just before she died
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Oh I got a strange kind of woman
Lazy
Words & music by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice
You're lazy... Just stay in bed
You're lazy... Just stay in bed
You don't want no money
You don't want no bread oh no
If you're drowning
You don't clutch no straw
No no, if you're drowning
You don't clutch no straw
You don't want to live
You don't want to cry no more no no
Well my trying ain't done no good
I said my trying ain't done no good
You don't make no effort
No not like you should
Lazy... You just stay in bed
Lazy... You just stay in bed
You don't want no money
You don't want no bread
Yeah
Space truckin'
Words & music by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice
Well we had a lot of luck on Venus
We always had a ball on Mars
Meeting all the groovey people
We've rocked the Milky Way so far
We danced around with Borealice
We're space truckin' 'round the stars
Come on, come on, come on
Let's go space truckin'
Come on, come on, come on
Space truckin'
Remember when we did the moonshot
And Pony Trekker led the way
We'd move to the Canaveral moonstop
And every 'naut would dance and sway
We got music in our solar system
We're space truckin' 'round the stars
Come on, come on, come on
Let's go space truckin'
Come on, come on, come on
Space truckin'
The fireball that we rode was moving
But now we've got a new machine
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, the freak said
Man those cats can really swing
They got music in their solar system
They've rocked around the Milky Way
They danced around the Borealice
They're space truckin' everyday
Come on, come on, come on
Let's go space truckin'
Come on, come on, come on
Space truckin'
Come on, come on, come on
Let's go space truckin'
Come on, come on, come on
Space truckin'
Yeah yeah yeah space truckin'
Yeah yeah yeah space truckin'...
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