Ian Gillan vocals
Roger Glover bass
Jon Lord organ and keyboards
Steve Morse guitar
Ian Paice drums
Recorded at Greg Rike Productions in Orlando, Florida,
from February to October 1995.
Engineered by Darren Schneider and Keith Andrews.
Mixed at Parc Studios in Orlando, Florida, by Darren Schneider & Keith Andrews;
assisted by Joe Smith and Roger Glover.
Tape engineered by Adam Barber.
Mastered at Masterdisk, New York, by Greg Calbi.
Written and produced by Deep Purple.
Track List
Deep Purple Mark VII
album: Perpendicular (1996)
Listen & Download (4SHAREd) :
01. Vavoom Ted The Mechanic
02. Loosen My Strings
03. Soon Forgotten
04. Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming
05. Cascades I'm Not Your Lover
06. The Aviator
07. Rosa's Cantina
08. A Castle Full Of Rascals
09. A Touch Away
10. Hey Cisco
11. Somebody Stole My Guitar
12. The Purpendicular Waltz
Alternate Download (RAPIDSHARE) :
01. " Vavoom Ted The Mechanic "
02. " Loosen My Strings "
03. " Soon Forgotten "
04. " Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming "
05. " Cascades I'm Not Your Lover "
06. " The Aviator "
07. " Rosa's Cantina "
08. " A Castle Full Of Rascals "
09. " A Touch Away "
10. " Hey Cisco "
11. " Somebody Stole My Guitar "
12. " The Purpendicular Waltz "
Song Lyrics
Vavoom: Ted the Mechanic
Words & music by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
He was playing pool and drinking beer
Nothing more'n the occasional tear
But this man's life goes on
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
Eh oh can I buy you a beer?"
Erh what a guy!
"Well 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"
Huh ah how does she do that, Ted?
Yeah! Aaaah haah!
And he told me of those injustices 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
Aaaah he keep them warm
Ted - Ted the Mechanic
Thing about Ted, didn't really care
Nothing much got in his hair
The beauty of it was that he was right
He was big as a truck, fast as a door (what's that?)
He was always right
The banjo player took a hike
And what's that song I used to like
Vavoom
Big as a truck
Uh he was fast as a door
Ted - What a guy!
Mmm top man, our Ted
Top man, our Ted
Top man, our Ted
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Loosen my strings
Words & music by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
Wake up in the morning, get into bed
Closing my eyes, I rest my head
There is no arrangement, no time and no place
It's gone in the wind and left no trace ooh ouh
Who can say, maybe or whatever, it's up to you
You know you can trust me and 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
The grease on the handle and the tangles in my hair
They always seem to go together - I don't care
Who can say, maybe or whatever, it's up to you
You know you can trust me and I'll make it up to you
The grease on the handle and the tangles in my hair
They always seem to go together - I don't care
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Soon forgotten
Words & music by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
Oouh...
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 of 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, nothing's 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 of 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
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?
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Sometimes I feel like screaming
Words & music by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
While you were out... the message says
You left a number an' I tried to call
But they wrote it down in a perfect Spanish scrawl
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
Yeah...
Back street dolls and the side door Johnnies
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
Best laid plans come apart at the seams
Shatter all my dreams
Sometimes I feel like screaming, close my eyes
It's times like this my head goes down
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
'Til that distant time, I'll be moving on
I'll be moving on
Back street dolls and the side door Johnnies
And 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
Best laid plans come apart at the seams
Shatter my dreams
It's all in the mind
Ouh it's all in the mind
It's all in the mind
It's all in the mind
Ouh
Back street dolls and the side door Johnnies
It's all in the mind
Wide eyed boys with their bags full of money
Back in the alley going bang to the wall
Aaah...
Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl
Heaven wouldn't be so high, I know
All in the mind
If the times gone by hadn't been so low
Best laid plans come apart at the seams
Aaah...
Shatter my dreams
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Cascades: I'm not your lover
Words & music by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
mumble mumble
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
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
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 senses 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
What can I do about the sky that falls on you
I'm not your lover
I'm not your lover
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
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
What can I do about the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now
What can I do about the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now
What can I do about the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now
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The aviator
Words & music by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian 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
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 the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever it seems
Whatever it seems
I flew along the lighted streets, I flew above the town
I flew in ever rising circles ever further from the ground
As I begin to lose my breath faces 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 the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever they say
Whatever they say
Oooh
I flew along the lighted streets, I flew above the town
I flew in ever rising circles ever further from the ground
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
I'm tired of the bombs
Tired of the bullets
Tired of the crazies on TV
I'm the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever it seems
And I'm tired of the news
Tired of the weather
Tired of the same thing every day
I'm the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever they say
Whatever they say
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Rosa's Cantina
Words & music by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian 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 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
Easy with that Cadillac
Easy with that Cadillac
Easy with that Cadillac
Some of this and some of that
Pass me that Cadillac
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A castle full of rascals
Words & music by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian 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
You got narrow eyes and hungry days
There's got to be a better way
Something here about my face
Somehing make you think I got time to waste
What you doing standing there
Why don't you call someone who cares
Fat cats all the same
Easy answers, just a game
Another day nothing changes
Oh there's got to be a better way
Got to be a better way
Oooh...
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 that no one can recall
A castle full of rascals, a fortress full of thieves
A parliament of silver tongues that latter to deceive aah
Oh my darling Carolina
If you get the chance to walk behind her
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
Ooh got to be a better way
Aaah got to be a better way
Got to be a better way ouh...
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A touch away
Words & music by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
Mother Nature's been good to me
That's why I'm sitting in this cherry tree
But it's alright, it's alright
It's not so bad, I'm just a touch away
Shady lady from shady lane
Lying in my bed again
And it's alright, 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, o-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 with pain
And it's alright, feels good
It's not so bad, just a touch away
Nothing much is all I know
Not too fast and not too slow
It's alright, oh yes
Soft as a feather and just a touch away
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Hey Cisco
Words & music by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian 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
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
Going down together
Going down together
Going down together
Going down
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
Going down together
Going down together
Going down together
Going down
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
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
Going down together
Going down together
Going down together
Going down
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Somebody stole my guitar
Words & music by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian 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
And there'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 is over"
Somebody stole my guitar
They took it from the back seat of my car
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 inclined to buy some cowboy boots?
Well it's not that bad, we can talk above the noice"
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
Somebody stole my guitar
They took it from the back seat of my car
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 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
Somebody stole my guitar
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The purpendicular waltz
Words & music by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
Yey-yeah!
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
Yeah...
One empty Monday out of the blue
Took a good luck turn and started something new
Out of the gutter, out of the rain
Out of my head and I'm feeling no pain
Oh my life, it's a dog's life
Mmm ah ouh...
Ducking in the shadows, diving in the dark
Rolling with the punches, striking at the heart
Touching all the senses, breaking those taboos
Bursting at the seams, blowing all my fuses
The turning of a page, burning of a book
If you're talking out of turn, 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
Mmm back into this and you'll feel no pain
Oh my life, you wanna do it once again, ooh
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great album!!!
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