<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:42:57.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deep purple lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>by song lyrics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12841280875982408314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6764418138978141572</id><published>2008-11-13T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:14:16.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deep Purple survived a seemingly endless series of lineup changes and a dramatic mid-career shift from grandiose progressive rock to ear-shattering heavy metal to emerge as a true institution of the British hard rock community; once credited in the Guinness Book of World Records as the globe's loudest band, their revolving-door roster launched the careers of performers including Ritchie Blackmore, David Coverdale, and Ian Gillan. Deep Purple was formed in Hertford, England, in 1968, with an inaugural lineup that featured guitarist Blackmore, vocalist Rod Evans, bassist Nick Simper, keyboardist Jon Lord, and drummer Ian Paice. Initially dubbed Roundabout, the group was first assembled as a session band for ex-Searchers drummer Chris Curtis but quickly went their own way, touring Scandinavia before beginning work on their debut LP, Shades of Deep Purple. The most pop-oriented release of their career, the album generated a Top Five American hit with its reading of Joe South's "Hush" but otherwise went unnoticed at home. The Book of Taliesyn followed (in the U.S. only) in 1969, again cracking the U.S. Top 40 with a cover of Neil Diamond's "Kentucky Woman." With their self-titled third LP, Deep Purple's ambitions grew, however; the songs reflecting a new complexity and density as Lord's classically influenced keyboards assumed a much greater focus. Soon after the album's release, their American label Tetragrammaton folded, and with the dismissals of Evans and Simper, the band started fresh, recruiting singer Ian Gillan and bassist Roger Glover from the ranks of the pop group Episode Six. The revamped Deep Purple's first album, 1970's Concerto for Group and Orchestra, further sought to fuse rock and classical music. When the project, which was recorded with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra, was poorly received, Blackmore took creative control of the band, steering it towards a heavier, guitar-dominated approach which took full advantage of Gillan's powerful vocals. The gambit worked; 1970's Deep Purple in Rock heralded the beginning of the group's most creatively and commercially successful period. At home, the album sold over a million copies, with the subsequent non-LP single "Black Night" falling just shy of topping the U.K. pop charts. 1971's Fireball was also a smash, scoring a hit with "Strange Kind of Woman." Plans to record the follow-up at the Casino in Montreux, Switzerland, were derailed after the venue burned down during a live appearance by Frank Zappa, but the experience inspired Deep Purple's most enduring hit, the AOR staple "Smoke on the Water." The song, featured on the multi-platinum classic Machine Head, reached the U.S. Top Five in mid-1972 and positioned Deep Purple among rock's elite; the band consolidated its status with the 1973 studio follow-up Who Do We Think We Are and the hit "Woman From Tokyo." However, long-simmering creative differences between Blackmore and Gillan pushed the latter out of the group that same year, with Glover soon exiting as well; singer David Coverdale and bassist/singer Glenn Hughes were recruited for 1974's Burn, and Gillan meanwhile formed a band bearing his own name. After completing 1974's Stormbringer, Blackmore left Deep Purple to form Rainbow with vocalist Ronnie James Dio; his replacement was ex-James Gang guitarist Tommy Bolin, who made his debut on Come Taste the Band. All the changes clearly took their toll, however, and following a farewell tour, the group dissolved in 1976 with Coverdale going on to form Whitesnake; Bolin died of a drug overdose later in the year. The classic lineup of Blackmore, Gillan, Lord, Glover, and Paice reunited Deep Purple in 1984 for a new album, the platinum smash Perfect Strangers; The House of Blue Light followed three years later, but as past tensions resurfaced, Gillan again exited in mid-1989. Onetime Rainbow vocalist Joe Lynn Turner was recruited for 1990's Slaves and Masters before Gillan again rejoined to record The Battle Rages On..., an apt title as Blackmore quit the group midway through the supporting tour, to be temporarily replaced by Joe Satriani. br /br /In 1994, Steve Morse took over the guitar slot, fresh from a stint in Kansas; the revitalized group returned to the studio for 1996's Purpendicular, which proved a success among the Purple faithful. 1998's Abandon followed, as well as a 1999 orchestral performance released the following year as Live at the Royal Albert Hall. Deep Purple was given the box set treatment the same year with the four-disc set Shades: 1968-1998, which collected hits, demos, live takes, and unreleased tracks from throughout the years (touching upon all of Purple's different lineups). The late '90s/early 2000s saw the release of several other archival releases and collections (Machine Head 25th Anniversary, Friends &amp; Relatives, Rhino's The Very Best Of, and Days May Come and Days May Go: The 1975 California Rehearsals), as well as a slew of DVDs (Total Abandon: Live Australia 1999, In Concert with the London Symphony Orchestra, Bombay Calling, and New Live &amp; Rare). Former member Blackmore also kept himself busy after leaving the band by issuing a single album with his briefly resuscitated outfit Rainbow (1998's Stranger in Us All), before forming the Renaissance-inspired Blackmore's Night with fiancee/vocalist Candice Night. Despite numerous lineup upheavals during their career, Deep Purple remains alive and well in the 21st century. ~ Jason Ankeny &amp; Greg Prato, All Music Guide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6764418138978141572?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/6764418138978141572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=6764418138978141572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6764418138978141572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6764418138978141572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/deep-purple-survived-seemingly-endless.html' title=''/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-7463251362054163887</id><published>2008-11-12T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:15:14.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Human</title><content type='html'>I know you're the only one who understands&lt;br /&gt;Afore ye go, before you leave&lt;br /&gt;You always shake my hand&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm crazy, on fire and naked&lt;br /&gt;Just as Nature intended&lt;br /&gt;No style but easily blended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always know where I'll be found&lt;br /&gt;Hanging somewhere near the ground&lt;br /&gt;Help me up or help me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to lose those days&lt;br /&gt;When everything is just a haze&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I could walk before I learned to crawl&lt;br /&gt;When I look up, the Devil's looking back&lt;br /&gt;From the mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;You can open the door&lt;br /&gt;Got my feet stuck to the floor&lt;br /&gt;I may have lost my way&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't get where I am today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to lose those days&lt;br /&gt;When everything is just a haze&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spin into my empty room&lt;br /&gt;And once again I'm almost human&lt;br /&gt;Almost human&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-7463251362054163887?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-7129367798370949190</id><published>2008-11-12T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:12:29.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthem</title><content type='html'>When the night wind softly blows through my open window&lt;br /&gt;Then I start to remember the girl that brought me joy&lt;br /&gt;Now the night wind softly blows sadness to tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Bringing tears to eyes so tired&lt;br /&gt;Eyes I thought could cry no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the day would only come&lt;br /&gt;Then you might just appear &lt;br /&gt;Even though you'd soon be gone&lt;br /&gt;When I reached out my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could see you&lt;br /&gt;If only I could see you&lt;br /&gt;To see if you are laughing or crying&lt;br /&gt;When the night winds softly blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dark and whispering room&lt;br /&gt;Memories still bring me a numbness to my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and brush my brow&lt;br /&gt;In the warm and fevered dark&lt;br /&gt;Heart is madly beating&lt;br /&gt;My crazy thoughts are burning&lt;br /&gt;When the night winds softly blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the day would only come&lt;br /&gt;Then you might just appear &lt;br /&gt;Even though you'd soon be gone&lt;br /&gt;When I reached out my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could see you&lt;br /&gt;If only I could see you&lt;br /&gt;To see if you are laughing or crying&lt;br /&gt;When the night winds softly blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the day would only come&lt;br /&gt;Then you might just appear &lt;br /&gt;Even though you'd soon be gone&lt;br /&gt;When I reached out my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could see you&lt;br /&gt;If only I could see you&lt;br /&gt;To see if you are laughing or crying&lt;br /&gt;When the night winds softly blow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-7129367798370949190?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/7129367798370949190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=7129367798370949190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7129367798370949190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7129367798370949190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/anthem.html' title='Anthem'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6926101322893855993</id><published>2008-11-12T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:10:51.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anya</title><content type='html'>Im so far away&lt;br /&gt;From everything you know&lt;br /&gt;Your name is carried on the wind&lt;br /&gt;Your ice blue waters anya&lt;br /&gt;Where do they flow&lt;br /&gt;Where have they been&lt;br /&gt;Where have they been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hidden passion&lt;br /&gt;Touching a spark&lt;br /&gt;Flame of revolution&lt;br /&gt;Burning wild in your gypsy heart&lt;br /&gt;Your gypsy heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya - the spirit of freedom&lt;br /&gt;Anya - oh anya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light of freedom buried&lt;br /&gt;Deep within your soul&lt;br /&gt;Across the puszta plain to see&lt;br /&gt;The rhapsody of angels&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to dance alone&lt;br /&gt;What do they mean&lt;br /&gt;What do they mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your jewel flashing&lt;br /&gt;Across the dark&lt;br /&gt;Forbidding distance&lt;br /&gt;I love your gypsy heart&lt;br /&gt;Your gypsy heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6926101322893855993?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/6926101322893855993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=6926101322893855993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6926101322893855993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6926101322893855993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/anya.html' title='Anya'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-1376379132646278975</id><published>2008-11-12T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:09:14.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone's Daughter</title><content type='html'>I stood under your bedroom window&lt;br /&gt;Throwing up a brick&lt;br /&gt;No one came I threw one more&lt;br /&gt;That really did the trick&lt;br /&gt;Your daddy came and banged my head&lt;br /&gt;He said what kind of man&lt;br /&gt;Is this that's hanging 'round my girl&lt;br /&gt;And threw me in the car&lt;br /&gt;You're a farmer's daughter&lt;br /&gt;You're a farmer's daughter&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always get&lt;br /&gt;The kinda girl I didn't oughta get&lt;br /&gt;I won't get no more eggs and water&lt;br /&gt;Now I've laid the farmer's daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I was a full-grown man&lt;br /&gt;And I could talk just right&lt;br /&gt;Could I come and see you here&lt;br /&gt;And do this every night&lt;br /&gt;Wham! The door comes crashing down&lt;br /&gt;Your daddy's face all pale&lt;br /&gt;Says come with me you hairy bum&lt;br /&gt;I'll put you in my jail&lt;br /&gt;You're a judge's daughter&lt;br /&gt;You're a judge's daughter&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always get&lt;br /&gt;The kinda girl I didn't oughta v et&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm getting jail and torture&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I made the judge's daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems they're screaming law and order&lt;br /&gt;When I go with anyone's daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman I should like some peace&lt;br /&gt;And daddy hold your tongue&lt;br /&gt;I think you're gonna die of fright&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you what I've done&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your tales and lies&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm dumb and scraggy&lt;br /&gt;But man this dumb and scraggy is&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter's baby's daddy&lt;br /&gt;She's a lucky daughter&lt;br /&gt;Such a lucky daughter&lt;br /&gt;Why did I always get&lt;br /&gt;The kinda girl I didn't wanna get&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got what I always fought for&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've married a rich man's daughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-1376379132646278975?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/1376379132646278975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=1376379132646278975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/1376379132646278975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/1376379132646278975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/anyones-daughter.html' title='Anyone&apos;s Daughter'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-5924749644030704368</id><published>2008-11-12T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:07:57.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Fule Kno That</title><content type='html'>If you're in the right city at the right time&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing going through your mind&lt;br /&gt;Not talking 'bout your&lt;br /&gt;Ask no questions, you know it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;You could have been the victim of a corporate crime&lt;br /&gt;All the signs of a shark attack&lt;br /&gt;You've got rivers of blood&lt;br /&gt;On the streets, don't look back&lt;br /&gt;Nothing personal, just another snack&lt;br /&gt;'N Harley said you're better off sticking to your guns&lt;br /&gt;Any fule kno that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Moronica Queen of the Biz&lt;br /&gt;And her friend Flash harry thinks he knows what it is&lt;br /&gt;Tin Pan Alley Fat Head Larry don't know shit&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to keep her happy&lt;br /&gt;There's no laughing in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Not the one, not the seven&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never get to heaven in her row boat&lt;br /&gt;Pea brain pisser, dog breath kisser&lt;br /&gt;'N Harley said you're better off sticking to your guns&lt;br /&gt;Any fule kno that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't it be nice&lt;br /&gt;When everything falls into place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad days go a-tickling by, have a high time&lt;br /&gt;Burn money in the meantime, they bleed you dry&lt;br /&gt;Those suckers are smaller than life&lt;br /&gt;Oh Moronica Queen of the Biz&lt;br /&gt;And her friend Flash harry thinks he knows what it is&lt;br /&gt;Tin Pan Alley Fat Head Larry don't know shit&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off sticking to my guns&lt;br /&gt;Any fule kno that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't it be nice&lt;br /&gt;When everything falls into place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny went down to the river one day&lt;br /&gt;Didn't come back, that's the last, they say&lt;br /&gt;We ever saw of him, that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;Spitting in your eye, have no fear&lt;br /&gt;You don't want the truth&lt;br /&gt;Stick your finger in your ear&lt;br /&gt;Any fule kno that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-5924749644030704368?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/5924749644030704368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=5924749644030704368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/5924749644030704368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/5924749644030704368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/any-fule-kno-that.html' title='Any Fule Kno That'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-2878395704087445769</id><published>2008-11-12T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:07:06.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>April</title><content type='html'>(Blackmore/Lord)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sort of 3 part of concert about the month of april. The first section is played by just Jon and Ritchie. Jon played piano and organ, and Ritchie played acoustic guitar (a rhythm pattern and a double tracked lead pattern) and electric guitar. The choir was added afterwards. The whole section used about 11 different tracks. Also Ian on timpani can be heard in the background. The second section is Jon's orchestral description of April. The instruments used were : two flutes, two oboes, cor anglais, two clarinets, two violins, viola and two cellos. The third section is a treatment of the chord sequence of the first section in a more "Purple" way. As a whole, we hope April hangs together as personal evocation of a beautiful, but sad (to us) month.&lt;br /&gt;April is a cruel time&lt;br /&gt;Even though the sun may shine&lt;br /&gt;And world looks in the shade as it slowly comes away&lt;br /&gt;Still falls the April rain&lt;br /&gt;And the valley's filled with pain&lt;br /&gt;And you can't tell me quite why&lt;br /&gt;As i look up to the grey sky&lt;br /&gt;Where it should be blue&lt;br /&gt;Grey sky where I should see you&lt;br /&gt;Ask why, why it should be so&lt;br /&gt;I'll cry, say that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe once in a while I'll forget and I'll smile&lt;br /&gt;But then the feeling comes again of an April without end&lt;br /&gt;Of an April lonely as they come&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of my mind I can see all too fine&lt;br /&gt;But there is nothing to be done when I just can't feel the sun&lt;br /&gt;And the springtime's the season of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey sky where it should be blue&lt;br /&gt;Grey sky where I should see you&lt;br /&gt;Ask why, why it should be so&lt;br /&gt;I'll cry, say that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-2878395704087445769?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/2878395704087445769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=2878395704087445769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2878395704087445769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2878395704087445769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/april.html' title='April'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-5369146727317301481</id><published>2008-11-12T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:06:10.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Castle Full Of Rascals</title><content type='html'>Nothing here for me today&lt;br /&gt;Garbaggio from the men in grey&lt;br /&gt;Don't do this&lt;br /&gt;You can't do that&lt;br /&gt;What's the point&lt;br /&gt;What's the matter, anyway&lt;br /&gt;Fat cat's licking cream&lt;br /&gt;Dirty business&lt;br /&gt;Hard and mean&lt;br /&gt;Narrow eyes and hungry days&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be&lt;br /&gt;A better way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something here about my face&lt;br /&gt;Somehing make you think&lt;br /&gt;I got time to waste&lt;br /&gt;What you doing&lt;br /&gt;Standing here&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you call&lt;br /&gt;Someone who cares&lt;br /&gt;Fat cats all the same&lt;br /&gt;Easy answers just a game&lt;br /&gt;Another day nothing changes&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be a better way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glistening of questioners&lt;br /&gt;Prepared the inquisition&lt;br /&gt;While jackals in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Manoeuvre for position &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fundament of righteous men&lt;br /&gt;A barrow ideals&lt;br /&gt;The carriage of misjustice&lt;br /&gt;Crushes all beneath it's wheels&lt;br /&gt;Conspiracies of silence&lt;br /&gt;Within the temple walls&lt;br /&gt;Graveyards full of promises&lt;br /&gt;Tha no one can recall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A castle full of rascals&lt;br /&gt;A fortress full of thieves&lt;br /&gt;A parliament of silver tongues&lt;br /&gt;That latter to deceive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my darling Carolina&lt;br /&gt;If you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;To walk behind here&lt;br /&gt;She's so clean&lt;br /&gt;You see no splash&lt;br /&gt;Just the Texas chainsaw massacre&lt;br /&gt;Fat cat's got to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm Rockin' and rollin'&lt;br /&gt;From my headache to my toes&lt;br /&gt;She's trying to set the world on fire&lt;br /&gt;Up there in her Ivory tower&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-5369146727317301481?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/5369146727317301481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=5369146727317301481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/5369146727317301481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/5369146727317301481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/castle-full-of-rascals.html' title='A Castle Full Of Rascals'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-7648218828950878475</id><published>2008-11-12T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:05:05.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gypsy's Kiss</title><content type='html'>John San what you can&lt;br /&gt;La la Janette dance in sand&lt;br /&gt;What's the mystery my son&lt;br /&gt;Gypsy Dan Caravan&lt;br /&gt;Won Tun Wan with your Chinese fan&lt;br /&gt;It's part of history my son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murder and rape with your power&lt;br /&gt;The 10th revolution in far away days&lt;br /&gt;It's come to this&lt;br /&gt;A gypsy's kiss&lt;br /&gt;All your power's gonna fade in the haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya who' Jumme gae bile ya heed&lt;br /&gt;The Senorita said&lt;br /&gt;I'll drag yer lungs out through yer nose&lt;br /&gt;Space truckers free and high&lt;br /&gt;Teamsters get ya by and by&lt;br /&gt;That should keep you on your toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got a gun at your head&lt;br /&gt;But you ain't necessarily playing their&lt;br /&gt;game&lt;br /&gt;They can't resist&lt;br /&gt;A Gypsy's Kiss&lt;br /&gt;All that's needed to drive them insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Wayne The Alamo&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Horse Geronimo&lt;br /&gt;I'll smoke a piece with you&lt;br /&gt;Mind Body Heart and Soul&lt;br /&gt;We got Rock and Roll&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing they can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the small voice of truth&lt;br /&gt;Above the shouting despair of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish&lt;br /&gt;A Gypsy's Kiss&lt;br /&gt;Gets you strong for crying out loud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-7648218828950878475?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/7648218828950878475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=7648218828950878475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7648218828950878475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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again&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright&lt;br /&gt;It feels good&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;When she's just a touch away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much&lt;br /&gt;Is all I ask&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright, ok yes&lt;br /&gt;Light as a feather, oh yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a rosebud&lt;br /&gt;When the sun is high&lt;br /&gt;She opens up&lt;br /&gt;Before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the light falls&lt;br /&gt;On her wet skin&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a touch away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much&lt;br /&gt;Is all I know&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright, oh yes&lt;br /&gt;Light as a feather,&lt;br /&gt;And just a touch away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a finger to her lips again&lt;br /&gt;She cries with pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Cries wih pain&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright&lt;br /&gt;It feels good&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad&lt;br /&gt;We're just a touch away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much&lt;br /&gt;Is all I know&lt;br /&gt;Not too fast&lt;br /&gt;Not too slow&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Soft as a feather&lt;br /&gt;And just a touch away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-5760277945766956701?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/5760277945766956701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=5760277945766956701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/5760277945766956701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/5760277945766956701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/touch-away.html' title='A Touch Away'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-4542035899860700751</id><published>2008-11-12T11:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:34:51.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Twist In The Tail</title><content type='html'>As you watch from your house on the hill&lt;br /&gt;World keeps spinning around you you're standing still&lt;br /&gt;And a thought rivers enters your mind&lt;br /&gt;Something happened once in my life&lt;br /&gt;A fading picture of you that's so hard to describe&lt;br /&gt;I've been where the sun never shines&lt;br /&gt;That's alright there's a change in the story&lt;br /&gt;That's alright there's a change in the plan&lt;br /&gt;A twist in the tale&lt;br /&gt;Face in the mirror head in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to a dream that you can't do without&lt;br /&gt;As it drops like a stone without trace&lt;br /&gt;Give what you want take what you need&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing so hard there's no room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;And your flavour has fallen from grace&lt;br /&gt;That's alright there's a change in the story&lt;br /&gt;That's alright there's a change in the plan&lt;br /&gt;A twist in the tale&lt;br /&gt;I saw you dancing&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on air&lt;br /&gt;You were lost in the in the starlight&lt;br /&gt;No one but me really cared&lt;br /&gt;Every question turns out a lie&lt;br /&gt;Can't you swallow the truth for once in your life&lt;br /&gt;I loved you but don't ask me why&lt;br /&gt;It's alright there's a change in the story&lt;br /&gt;It's alright there's a change in the plan&lt;br /&gt;A twist in the tale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-4542035899860700751?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/4542035899860700751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=4542035899860700751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4542035899860700751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4542035899860700751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/twist-in-tail.html' title='A Twist In The Tail'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-3714668550417101105</id><published>2008-11-12T11:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:33:59.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Twist In The Tale</title><content type='html'>As you watch from your house on the hill&lt;br /&gt;World keeps spinning around you you're standing still&lt;br /&gt;And a thought rivers enters your mind&lt;br /&gt;Something happened once in my life&lt;br /&gt;A fading picture of you that's so hard to describe&lt;br /&gt;I've been where the sun never shines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's alright there's a change in the story&lt;br /&gt;That's alright there's a change in the plan&lt;br /&gt;A twist in the tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face in the mirror head in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to a dream that you can't do without&lt;br /&gt;As it drops like a stone without trace&lt;br /&gt;Give what you want take what you need&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing so hard there's no room to breathe&lt;br /&gt;And your flavour has fallen from grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's alright there's a change in the story&lt;br /&gt;That's alright there's a change in the plan&lt;br /&gt;A twist in the tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you dancing&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on air&lt;br /&gt;You were lost in the in the starlight&lt;br /&gt;No one but me really cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every question turns out a lie&lt;br /&gt;Can't you swallow the truth for once in your life&lt;br /&gt;I loved you but don't ask me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright there's a change in the story&lt;br /&gt;It's alright there's a change in the plan&lt;br /&gt;A twist in the tale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-3714668550417101105?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/3714668550417101105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=3714668550417101105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3714668550417101105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3714668550417101105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/twist-in-tale.html' title='A Twist In The Tale'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6238664194931128440</id><published>2008-11-12T11:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:32:45.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Back</title><content type='html'>(Airey/Gillan/Glover/Morse/Paice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in the news&lt;br /&gt;That the average man&lt;br /&gt;Is uplifted five times a day&lt;br /&gt;I’m confused&lt;br /&gt;I have to confess&lt;br /&gt;My feelings never goes away&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s right&lt;br /&gt;They asked the average man&lt;br /&gt;In a survey across the nation&lt;br /&gt;I can’t understand the average man&lt;br /&gt;Keeps losing his concentration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you gotta use it&lt;br /&gt;Oh you gonna lose it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just begun&lt;br /&gt;When you’re all done&lt;br /&gt;I see you running down the road&lt;br /&gt;Can’t hear a thing&lt;br /&gt;My mind is blasted&lt;br /&gt;And my head is about to explode&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the pain&lt;br /&gt;Just more of the same&lt;br /&gt;As we rolling through the night&lt;br /&gt;Going so fast&lt;br /&gt;We’re sure to hit the next town&lt;br /&gt;Before the last one’s out of sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you gotta use it&lt;br /&gt;Oh you gonna lose it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to back&lt;br /&gt;One on one&lt;br /&gt;Shake it up&lt;br /&gt;Move it on&lt;br /&gt;Back to back&lt;br /&gt;One on one&lt;br /&gt;Turn it up&lt;br /&gt;Hold it down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6238664194931128440?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/6238664194931128440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=6238664194931128440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6238664194931128440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6238664194931128440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-back.html' title='Back To Back'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-3454230182826081179</id><published>2008-11-12T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:31:58.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Attitude</title><content type='html'>Take a look at&lt;br /&gt;These dirty hands&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this face these blazing eyes&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me as a broken man&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Are you really that blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got yourself a load of trouble now&lt;br /&gt;You got yourself a bad deal&lt;br /&gt;You say i've got a bad attitude&lt;br /&gt;How d'you think i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me locked in a paper cage&lt;br /&gt;You think i'm chained up but i'm just tied down&lt;br /&gt;Step aside get out of my way&lt;br /&gt;I won't hurt you i had enough being pushed around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got yourself a load of trouble now&lt;br /&gt;You got yourself a bad deal&lt;br /&gt;You say i've got a bad attitude&lt;br /&gt;How d'you think i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want a number&lt;br /&gt;I got a name&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my face&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a bad attitude&lt;br /&gt;Things have got to change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-3454230182826081179?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/3454230182826081179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=3454230182826081179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3454230182826081179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3454230182826081179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-attitude.html' title='Bad Attitude'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-9035043831202896693</id><published>2008-11-12T11:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:30:44.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas</title><content type='html'>(GillanGloverPaiceMorseAirey)&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to say today&lt;br /&gt;I used my words up yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just lying here in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Watching you guys having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days and seven nights&lt;br /&gt;Working till you got it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't help me I'll help myself&lt;br /&gt;I'll pull some crackers off the shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her hair done yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Now she's coming out to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you pull and then you push&lt;br /&gt;Two in the hand and one in the bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love is&lt;br /&gt;So excited&lt;br /&gt;When I say we've&lt;br /&gt;Been invited&lt;br /&gt;Now we're going&lt;br /&gt;To the palace&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up for&lt;br /&gt;Tea with Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will rise and some will fall&lt;br /&gt;Some will come to nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strangest people have the power&lt;br /&gt;To lead me to my darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you be sure it's me&lt;br /&gt;When it's payment on delivery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love is&lt;br /&gt;So excited&lt;br /&gt;When I say we've&lt;br /&gt;Been invited&lt;br /&gt;Now we're going&lt;br /&gt;To the palace&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up for&lt;br /&gt;Tea with Alice&lt;br /&gt;Now my love is&lt;br /&gt;Richer than rich&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I studied&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;Graduated&lt;br /&gt;Without honours&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has&lt;br /&gt;Gone Bananas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-9035043831202896693?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/9035043831202896693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=9035043831202896693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/9035043831202896693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/9035043831202896693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/bananas.html' title='Bananas'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-1441912019296837190</id><published>2008-11-12T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:29:37.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Time Began</title><content type='html'>(Airey/Gillan/Glover/Morse/Paice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daylight fades and the stars comes out&lt;br /&gt;But there’s never much to talk about&lt;br /&gt;Another day goes rushing by and here we are just wondering why&lt;br /&gt;We have to belong with a sense of purpose&lt;br /&gt;That’s all we need, without them we’re worthless&lt;br /&gt;Ah, we’ve come so far, hmm, but then again&lt;br /&gt;All we see is more of the same&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting crowded here we agree no doubt&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear brother what’s it all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you over there why don’t you throw down your spear?&lt;br /&gt;We all need some help right now&lt;br /&gt;Where are we going from here?&lt;br /&gt;The way things are working out&lt;br /&gt;It won’t be too long before we have to move&lt;br /&gt;Better start thinking about it while there’s still time to choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day of my life I discover&lt;br /&gt;Someone murdering my sisters and brothers&lt;br /&gt;In the name of some god or another&lt;br /&gt;What do you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first precious few it’s time to go&lt;br /&gt;What might have been we’ll never know&lt;br /&gt;All those bad ideas became the law&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we’ve forgotten what we’re looking for&lt;br /&gt;All of you angels it’s time to gather your wings&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind you won’t need any of those things&lt;br /&gt;We’re going on through the darkness hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;To step into the future&lt;br /&gt;Before time began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who remain with your chosen gods&lt;br /&gt;May your prayers be answered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-1441912019296837190?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/1441912019296837190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=1441912019296837190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Ritchie tracked the wah-wah guitar on afterwards and also the guitar at the end of the middle section.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the beggar on his cornerstone&lt;br /&gt;Catches pity in his wrinkled hand&lt;br /&gt;But the lover whose bird has flown&lt;br /&gt;Catches nothing only grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the children in the distant house&lt;br /&gt;They have feelings only children know&lt;br /&gt;But the lover whose bird has flown&lt;br /&gt;Catches nothing only flakes of snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sensation is not new to you&lt;br /&gt;It's something we all have known&lt;br /&gt;You get it - it goes right through you&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's something we all have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bird it has flown&lt;br /&gt;To a place on it's own&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the hermit in his lonely cave&lt;br /&gt;Has himself to keep him company&lt;br /&gt;But the lover whose bird has flown&lt;br /&gt;He has heartaches same as you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sensation's not new to you&lt;br /&gt;It's something we all have known&lt;br /&gt;You get it - it goes right through you&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's something we all have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bird it has flown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the hermit in his lonely cave&lt;br /&gt;Has himself to keep him company&lt;br /&gt;But the lover whose bird has flown&lt;br /&gt;He has heartaches same as you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's started snowing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6484604416234598654?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/6484604416234598654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=6484604416234598654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6484604416234598654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6484604416234598654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/bird-has-flown.html' title='Bird Has Flown'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-1064229942899851372</id><published>2008-11-12T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:27:31.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black &amp; Amp</title><content type='html'>(blackmore/gillan/glover/lord)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read all about it tell me&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the news&lt;br /&gt;Captain bob he don't pay no dues&lt;br /&gt;You know he's looking in my window&lt;br /&gt;He's stepping on my toes&lt;br /&gt;Don't want the truth and it goes to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a joker up my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;I know what to believe&lt;br /&gt;It ain't right just because it's in black and&lt;br /&gt;White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself a hero&lt;br /&gt;Treat him like a friend&lt;br /&gt;You build him up and tear him down again&lt;br /&gt;It don't hold a candle hold it to the light&lt;br /&gt;Check it out is it wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Is this the news of the world&lt;br /&gt;It's just a pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;She's all the news that's fit to print in&lt;br /&gt;Black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside information taken down note by note&lt;br /&gt;A silent footstep that's all she wrote&lt;br /&gt;Shit that's all she wrote&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry the baby's gone to bed&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming dirty dreams in black and white&lt;br /&gt;And read&lt;br /&gt;Now i got nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;Is this the scoop of the year&lt;br /&gt;Headlines on my bathroom wall&lt;br /&gt;In black and white&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-1064229942899851372?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/1064229942899851372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=1064229942899851372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/1064229942899851372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/1064229942899851372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-amp.html' title='Black &amp; Amp'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6661652426306181846</id><published>2008-11-12T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:26:22.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Night</title><content type='html'>Black night is not right,&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so bright,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care to sit tight.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll find on the way down the line&lt;br /&gt;That I'm free, free to be me.&lt;br /&gt;Black night is a long way from home.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a dark tree,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a rough sea,&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel, I can't see.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll find on the way down the line&lt;br /&gt;That I'm free, free to be me.&lt;br /&gt;Black night is a long way from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black night, black night,&lt;br /&gt;I don't need black night,&lt;br /&gt;I can't see dark night.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll find on the way down the line&lt;br /&gt;That I'm free, free to be me.&lt;br /&gt;Black night is a long way from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6661652426306181846?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/6661652426306181846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=6661652426306181846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6661652426306181846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6661652426306181846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-night.html' title='Black Night'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-705111738986706763</id><published>2008-11-12T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:25:20.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black &amp; White</title><content type='html'>Read all about it tell me&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the news&lt;br /&gt;Captain bob he don't pay no dues&lt;br /&gt;You know he's looking in my window&lt;br /&gt;He's stepping on my toes&lt;br /&gt;Don't want the truth and it goes to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a joker up my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;I know what to believe&lt;br /&gt;It ain't right just because it's in black and&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself a hero&lt;br /&gt;Treat him like a friend&lt;br /&gt;You build him up and tear him down again&lt;br /&gt;It don't hold a candle hold it to the light&lt;br /&gt;Check it out is it wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Is this the news of the world&lt;br /&gt;It's just a pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;She's all the news that's fit to print in&lt;br /&gt;black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside information taken down note by note&lt;br /&gt;A silent footstep that's all she wrote&lt;br /&gt;Shit that's all she wrote&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry the baby's gone to bed&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming dirty dreams in black and white&lt;br /&gt;and read&lt;br /&gt;Now i got nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;Is this the scoop of the year&lt;br /&gt;Headlines on my bathroom wall&lt;br /&gt;in black and white&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-705111738986706763?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/705111738986706763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=705111738986706763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/705111738986706763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/705111738986706763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-white.html' title='Black &amp; White'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6662541625717230514</id><published>2008-11-12T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:24:11.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind</title><content type='html'>(Lord)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon plays harpsichord on this track, which is a love song, sort of squeezed into the format of a twelve bar blues. The middle section is a descending chromatic sequence which is intended to give a sort of "slowing down" effect.&lt;br /&gt;I see reflections in the water&lt;br /&gt;Autumn colours, summer's daughter&lt;br /&gt;And as as the year is growing older&lt;br /&gt;I see winter on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I stand in the haze&lt;br /&gt;Watching stormy ripples grow on my own&lt;br /&gt;Never knew your needed&lt;br /&gt;Till I found myself standing here alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the water, such a sad face&lt;br /&gt;Slowly drowning, such a sad face&lt;br /&gt;If only I could change the seasons&lt;br /&gt;Like a poet, I've my reasons&lt;br /&gt;It started to snow in the middle of July&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Never did understand you&lt;br /&gt;My sorrow is hanging in the grey sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer days we flew to the sun&lt;br /&gt;On melting wings&lt;br /&gt;But the seasons changed to fast&lt;br /&gt;Leave us all behind&lt;br /&gt;Blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the stone fell on the water&lt;br /&gt;Putting end to summer's daughter&lt;br /&gt;And me, I turn away remembering&lt;br /&gt;All the seasons, such a sad thing&lt;br /&gt;It started to rain in the middle of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Winter's begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did understand you&lt;br /&gt;My sorrow is hanging in the grey sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer days we flew to the sun&lt;br /&gt;On melting wings&lt;br /&gt;But the seasons changed to fast&lt;br /&gt;Leave us all behind&lt;br /&gt;Blind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6662541625717230514?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/6662541625717230514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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black breast Chinese eyes&lt;br /&gt;Got an English brain that's gonna make me wise&lt;br /&gt;Got a long story that I wanna tell&lt;br /&gt;To a rhythm that I know so well&lt;br /&gt;Really got a lot of lovin' that I wanna give&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm a mystery but you know I gotta live&lt;br /&gt;I tried another but she didn't want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a hold now if you can&lt;br /&gt;Take a lesson from a hard lovin' man&lt;br /&gt;I'm a long way from where I wanna go&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll stay awhile I really love you so&lt;br /&gt;How's about another sip of all the wine you got&lt;br /&gt;Take a tip from me and give it here I'll drink the lot&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a winey, I'm a puttin' on a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really really grab me but I've gotta move&lt;br /&gt;Before they know I'm here and spread the news&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in while when I've moved around&lt;br /&gt;I can find a way to pay you back your twenty pounds&lt;br /&gt;Really got a lot of lovin' that I wanna give&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm a mystery but you know I gotta live&lt;br /&gt;I tried another but she didn't want to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-5308159361791985481?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/5308159361791985481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=5308159361791985481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/5308159361791985481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/5308159361791985481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloodsucker.html' title='Bloodsucker'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-305258533539693027</id><published>2008-11-12T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:21:18.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bludsucker</title><content type='html'>Got a black breast Chinese eyes&lt;br /&gt;Got an English brain that's gonna make me wise&lt;br /&gt;Got a long story that I want to tell&lt;br /&gt;To a rhythm that I know so well&lt;br /&gt;Really got a lot of loving that I want to give&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm a mystery but you know I got to live&lt;br /&gt;I tried another, she didn't want to know&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a hold now if you can&lt;br /&gt;Take a lesson from a hard loving man&lt;br /&gt;I'm a long way from where I want to go&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll stay a while, I really love you so&lt;br /&gt;How's about another sip of all the wine you've got&lt;br /&gt;Take a tip from me and give it here, I'll drink the lot&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a winey, I'm putting on a show&lt;br /&gt;Wah no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really grab me but I gotta move&lt;br /&gt;Before they know I'm here and spread the news&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in while when I move around&lt;br /&gt;I can find a way to pay you back your twenty pounds&lt;br /&gt;Really got a lot of loving that I wan to give&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm a mystery but you know I got to live&lt;br /&gt;I tried another, she didn't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-305258533539693027?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-5840527181586902105</id><published>2008-11-12T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:19:04.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast In Bed</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning, rain coming down&lt;br /&gt;Washing the sin from the street&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm losing ground&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;Well I work every day to sweat out my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Won't you show me that you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's only my life, whatever that means&lt;br /&gt;And you've got it all in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to pull me through&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take the pain from my head&lt;br /&gt;Give me all your loving, the way you always do&lt;br /&gt;Give me breakfast in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the good days are numbered&lt;br /&gt;And my nights are getting too long&lt;br /&gt;My hopes and my fears take their toll on the years&lt;br /&gt;And my willpower's almost gone&lt;br /&gt;Well it's a time full of trouble&lt;br /&gt;A time of desperate need&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life don't make sense&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the anger, jealousy and greed&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll look back and wonder where it all went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to pull me through&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take the pain from my head&lt;br /&gt;Give me all your loving, the way you always do&lt;br /&gt;Give me breakfast in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't take much to please me&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a simple man&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please believe me&lt;br /&gt;I gotta tell you&lt;br /&gt;It don't take much - a tender touch&lt;br /&gt;So baby do the best that you can&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-5840527181586902105?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/5840527181586902105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=5840527181586902105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/5840527181586902105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/5840527181586902105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/breakfast-in-bed.html' title='Breakfast In Bed'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-4482304927719255433</id><published>2008-11-12T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:18:05.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn</title><content type='html'>The sky is red, I don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;Past midnight I still see the land.&lt;br /&gt;People are sayin' the woman is damned,&lt;br /&gt;She makes you burn with a wave of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;The city's a blaze, the town's on fire.&lt;br /&gt;The woman's flames are reaching higher.&lt;br /&gt;We were fools, we called her liar.&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is "Burn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe she was devil's sperm.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Curse you all, you'll never learn!&lt;br /&gt;When I leave there's no return."&lt;br /&gt;The people laughed till she said, "Burn!"&lt;br /&gt;Warning came, no one cared.&lt;br /&gt;Earth was shakin', we stood and stared.&lt;br /&gt;When it came no one was spared.&lt;br /&gt;Still I hear "Burn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know we had no time,&lt;br /&gt;we could not even try.&lt;br /&gt;You know we had no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know we had no time,&lt;br /&gt;we could not even try.&lt;br /&gt;You know we had no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is red, I don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;Past midnight I still see the land.&lt;br /&gt;People are sayin' the woman is damned,&lt;br /&gt;She makes you burn with a wave of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;Warning came, no one cared.&lt;br /&gt;Earth was shakin, we stood and stared.&lt;br /&gt;When it came no one was spared.&lt;br /&gt;Still I hear "Burn!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-4482304927719255433?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-9014960794016492115</id><published>2008-11-12T11:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:16:49.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Of The Wild</title><content type='html'>Operator i'm looking for a girl&lt;br /&gt;You've got to help me get through&lt;br /&gt;I don't know much about her&lt;br /&gt;So i'm relying on you&lt;br /&gt;She got rhythm but no sense of timing&lt;br /&gt;She likes living but she's got no&lt;br /&gt;address&lt;br /&gt;Operator you've got to get me out of&lt;br /&gt;this mess&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ain't got a face&lt;br /&gt;She ain't got a name&lt;br /&gt;She ain't got a leg to stand upon&lt;br /&gt;She's out of touch&lt;br /&gt;But not out of mind&lt;br /&gt;And i've got to see again that gypsy&lt;br /&gt;child&lt;br /&gt;Operator this is the call of the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a hitch hiker never gets a ride&lt;br /&gt;But you can bet she's on time&lt;br /&gt;She's always around but so hard to&lt;br /&gt;find&lt;br /&gt;She causes trouble she never takes&lt;br /&gt;offence&lt;br /&gt;Dirty mind a heart of gold&lt;br /&gt;Operator don't you put me on hold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-9014960794016492115?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/9014960794016492115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=9014960794016492115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/9014960794016492115'/><link 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everything&lt;br /&gt;It didn't seem that much&lt;br /&gt;You gave me your opinion&lt;br /&gt;With the usual&lt;br /&gt;Heavy handed touch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;About the rain that falls on you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your lover now&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your lover now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;About the rain that falls on you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your lover now&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your lover now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning endlessly&lt;br /&gt;My sense won't react&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm falling through a black hole&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is never coming back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you can lose a thing&lt;br /&gt;You never really had &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you always hurt the one you love&lt;br /&gt;And you just love to hurt me bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;About the rain that falls on you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your lover now&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your lover now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;About the sky that falls on you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your lover &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really must be going now&lt;br /&gt;By god, is that the time?&lt;br /&gt;Let me put you out&lt;br /&gt;Of my misery&lt;br /&gt;They call it being cruel&lt;br /&gt;To be kind&lt;br /&gt;I only insult my friends&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;br /&gt;The rest can go to hell&lt;br /&gt;You can read it&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you want&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, you're not so bad yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;About the rain that falls on you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your lover now&lt;br /&gt;I'm not your lover now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-247935781034512101?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/247935781034512101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-3467737272442038648</id><published>2008-11-12T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:13:31.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Shadows</title><content type='html'>Lord/Paice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An original idea of ian's, who is heard playing drums, timbales, maracas and cowbell. Jon is playing claves. The percussion instruments were tracked on afterwards of course. The song is about one of jon's nightmares. Nicky's bass line is a gas.&lt;br /&gt;Jon Lord said this about the song in April 1996:&lt;br /&gt;The song was something to do with a nightmare I'd had and the lyrics as I wrote them were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing shadows, over my walls&lt;br /&gt;With myself hardly sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Dwarfs and giants, twenty feet tall&lt;br /&gt;Fill the room with their creeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of breathing sharpen my ears&lt;br /&gt;Then they fade into nothing&lt;br /&gt;Someone's laughter out in the street&lt;br /&gt;Fills the night with their loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the ice in my head&lt;br /&gt;Running it's hands through my bed&lt;br /&gt;Not even dreaming I seem to be dead&lt;br /&gt;Colours of yellow and colours of red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking some secret voice&lt;br /&gt;Is to lead me to darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon forgot the two last lines: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, dawn never comes&lt;br /&gt;I just hide in the shadows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-3467737272442038648?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/3467737272442038648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=3467737272442038648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3467737272442038648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3467737272442038648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/chasing-shadows.html' title='Chasing Shadows'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-5058229971672320556</id><published>2008-11-12T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:12:12.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child In Time</title><content type='html'>Sweet child in time you'll see the line &lt;br /&gt;The line that's drawn between good and the bad &lt;br /&gt;See the blind man shooting at the world &lt;br /&gt;Bullets flying, taking toll &lt;br /&gt;If you've been bad, lord I bet you have &lt;br /&gt;And you've not been hit by flying lead &lt;br /&gt;You'd better close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Bow your head &lt;br /&gt;Wait for the ricochet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear you scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet child in time you'll see the line &lt;br /&gt;The line that's drawn between, good and the bad &lt;br /&gt;See the blind man shooting at the world &lt;br /&gt;Bullets flying, taking toll &lt;br /&gt;If you've been bad, lord I bet you have &lt;br /&gt;And you've not been hit by flying lead &lt;br /&gt;You'd better close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Bow your head &lt;br /&gt;Wait for the ricochet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta hear you scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god, oh, no don't, oh, ain't gonna do it, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-5058229971672320556?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/5058229971672320556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Absurd</title><content type='html'>(Airey/Gillan/Glover/Morse/Paice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all we said today&lt;br /&gt;The strangest thought occurred&lt;br /&gt;I feel I ought to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But it's clearly quite absurd&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be wonderful&lt;br /&gt;If you could read my mind&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the stuff&lt;br /&gt;That we could leave behind&lt;br /&gt;How many words you waste&lt;br /&gt;Before you're understood&lt;br /&gt;Or simply sow some seeds&lt;br /&gt;You'd do it if you could&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a moment&lt;br /&gt;Of your time&lt;br /&gt;Inside you mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;The turmoil and the conflict&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to feel that way&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And feel my hand upon your heart&lt;br /&gt;Holding us together&lt;br /&gt;Not tearing us apart&lt;br /&gt;How many words we waste&lt;br /&gt;To justify a crime&lt;br /&gt;Compare it to an act of love&lt;br /&gt;That really takes no time&lt;br /&gt;Why not take a moment&lt;br /&gt;Of your time&lt;br /&gt;Inside your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-4079248381726031685?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/4079248381726031685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=4079248381726031685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4079248381726031685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4079248381726031685'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm comin' home&lt;br /&gt;To give you more than you bargained for&lt;br /&gt;Comin' home&lt;br /&gt;No mistake I'm gonna shiver 'n' shake&lt;br /&gt;Comin' home&lt;br /&gt;Gonna rock 'n' roll an' give you my soul&lt;br /&gt;Comin' home&lt;br /&gt;I got over the pain I'm comin' home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groovin to American Bandstand&lt;br /&gt;B.B. onstage with 'Lucille'&lt;br /&gt;The thrill is gone but it won't be for long&lt;br /&gt;Cos you know I like to play how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're back together&lt;br /&gt;Gonna shiver 'n' shake all night&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta say the music I play&lt;br /&gt;Will sure enough make you feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho I learned how to rock in the cradle&lt;br /&gt;An' rollin' came so easy to me&lt;br /&gt;All the years I travelled the world&lt;br /&gt;Made it so clear to see&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since you heard my song&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pick up my guitar 'n' play&lt;br /&gt;Felt so bad when I had to leave you&lt;br /&gt;But I knew that I'd be back some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comin' home&lt;br /&gt;To give you more than you baragained for&lt;br /&gt;Comin' home&lt;br /&gt;No mistake I'm gonna shiver and shake&lt;br /&gt;Comin' home&lt;br /&gt;Gonna rock 'n' roll and give you my soul&lt;br /&gt;Comin' home&lt;br /&gt;I got over the pain I'm comin' home again&lt;br /&gt;Comin' home&lt;br /&gt;Shiver 'n' shakin' anticpatin'&lt;br /&gt;Comin' home&lt;br /&gt;The thrill is gone but it won't be for long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-8461751234481585626?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/8461751234481585626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=8461751234481585626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/8461751234481585626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/8461751234481585626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/comin-home.html' title='Comin&apos; Home'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-2516207525549883361</id><published>2008-11-12T11:05:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:05:49.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry Free</title><content type='html'>Pass your mother, lose your brother&lt;br /&gt;Be a lover, too&lt;br /&gt;Well all together make it better&lt;br /&gt;You gotta cry free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridges burnin', eyes are turnin'&lt;br /&gt;Now they're learnin' fools&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna talk it over&lt;br /&gt;While they're talkin'&lt;br /&gt;You gotta cry Free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fists are shakin', homes are breakin'&lt;br /&gt;Know what's makin' blues&lt;br /&gt;Oh true convictions, satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;While you cry free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-2516207525549883361?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/2516207525549883361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Pass your mother, lose your brother&lt;br /&gt;Be a lover, too&lt;br /&gt;Well all together make it better&lt;br /&gt;You gotta cry free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridges burnin', eyes are turnin'&lt;br /&gt;Now they're learnin' fools&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna talk it over&lt;br /&gt;While they're talkin'&lt;br /&gt;You gotta cry Free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fists are shakin', homes are breakin'&lt;br /&gt;Know what's makin' blues&lt;br /&gt;Oh true convictions, satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;While you cry free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-1301157286577878499?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/1301157286577878499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=1301157286577878499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/1301157286577878499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/1301157286577878499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/cry-free.html' title='Cry Free'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-1557544840993216394</id><published>2008-11-12T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:04:29.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Or Alive</title><content type='html'>Don't turn off the light&lt;br /&gt;You might draw the queen of spades&lt;br /&gt;Don't shut the door&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I won't bring you no food&lt;br /&gt;There might be some poison in your meat&lt;br /&gt;I've got to know are you dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;Don't shut the door are you dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;Dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;Pick your window you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;With a dollar up your face&lt;br /&gt;You've got money to burn&lt;br /&gt;You're cheap at half the price&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't powder your nose&lt;br /&gt;Don't blow your brains just for the the&lt;br /&gt;crack&lt;br /&gt;I've got to know are you dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;Just for the crack are you dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;Dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;Pick your window you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're running so fast&lt;br /&gt;But you know you're standing still&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of your shadow&lt;br /&gt;And the knife in it's hand&lt;br /&gt;You're dancing with death&lt;br /&gt;To the tune of the dealer&lt;br /&gt;And he don't care&lt;br /&gt;Don't give a toss&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to know if&lt;br /&gt;you're dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to know if&lt;br /&gt;you're dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;Dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;Pick your window&lt;br /&gt;you're leaving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-1557544840993216394?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/1557544840993216394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=1557544840993216394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hunter&lt;br /&gt;Just to steal your soul away&lt;br /&gt;I don't want no one&lt;br /&gt;Messing with my woman&lt;br /&gt;But just the same&lt;br /&gt;I don't see nobody&lt;br /&gt;Fooling with you&lt;br /&gt;If you're snowblind&lt;br /&gt;Madonna can hold you&lt;br /&gt;But if you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing she can do for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running from the dealer&lt;br /&gt;Trying to save your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the fire&lt;br /&gt;Coming from inside you&lt;br /&gt;I know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Cos I've been burned before&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no mercy&lt;br /&gt;In the hunger but&lt;br /&gt;You're a fool to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Cos your dealer keeps you begging for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running from the dealer&lt;br /&gt;Trying to save your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was the calm before the storm&lt;br /&gt;If the bluebird plays the eagle&lt;br /&gt;He finds his song will turn to stone&lt;br /&gt;Dealer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-3542519425958106667?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/3542519425958106667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=3542519425958106667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3542519425958106667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3542519425958106667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/dealer.html' title='Dealer'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6424659862830668960</id><published>2008-11-12T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:02:22.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demon's Eye</title><content type='html'>I don't mind just what you say&lt;br /&gt;I never heard you, baby, never heard you anyway, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you do&lt;br /&gt;Just so long as it ain't me and you&lt;br /&gt;Sly, sly, oh, like a demon's eye&lt;br /&gt;Everything's good, I said, everything's fine&lt;br /&gt;You don't know, don't know it's the end of your time&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to be turned away&lt;br /&gt;I've known it, baby, almost every day&lt;br /&gt;Sly, sly, mm, like a demon's eye&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you, baby, here 'round my door&lt;br /&gt;You slip and slide 'round my brain&lt;br /&gt;You think you're so clever, yeah, but you know you're insane&lt;br /&gt;Sly, sly, like a demon's eye&lt;br /&gt;I d-d-don't mind just what you say&lt;br /&gt;I never heard you, I never heard you anyway, no I didn't&lt;br /&gt;Everything's good, everything's fine&lt;br /&gt;You don't know it's the end of your time&lt;br /&gt;Sly, sly, like a demon's eye&lt;br /&gt;Like a demon's eye&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You're so sly, baby, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel upside down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like a demon's eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6424659862830668960?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/6424659862830668960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=6424659862830668960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6424659862830668960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6424659862830668960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/demons-eye.html' title='Demon&apos;s Eye'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-4443799853191774287</id><published>2008-11-12T11:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:01:45.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing It Tonight</title><content type='html'>(GillanGloverPaiceMorseAirey)&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a problem&lt;br /&gt;I'm not seeking her advice&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving that for later&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, it's something awful nice&lt;br /&gt;I had a shaky feeling&lt;br /&gt;When she floated into sight&lt;br /&gt;I imagine we'll be doing it tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ragged round the edges&lt;br /&gt;All these people in the room&lt;br /&gt;There's magic in the air&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing she can feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Prospective recreation&lt;br /&gt;Helps me keep her in my sight&lt;br /&gt;I imagine we'll be doing it tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why everybody's sitting around&lt;br /&gt;We can't think of nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;There's no empty bottle&lt;br /&gt;They're all half full&lt;br /&gt;So we end up spinning a shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep on going 'til poor old Lenny's&lt;br /&gt;Got drool hanging off of his chin&lt;br /&gt;He can't stop winning&lt;br /&gt;When the shoe stops spinning&lt;br /&gt;But he doesn't know where to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't in the running&lt;br /&gt;She was never in the game&lt;br /&gt;I could see her in the distance&lt;br /&gt;But I could not lay my claim&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout this cherry&lt;br /&gt;I never got a single bite&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I imagine we'll be doing it&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-4443799853191774287?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-3630849747243528026</id><published>2008-11-12T11:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:00:51.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Hold Your Breath</title><content type='html'>One day I'll get home before the sun hits the blinds&lt;br /&gt;And give you - I'll give you something to remember me by&lt;br /&gt;That's the way I am&lt;br /&gt;It's what I got in mind but I don't know if I can&lt;br /&gt;You gotta shoot your gun - don't expect me to dance&lt;br /&gt;Hold me up to the spotlight but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These empty pockets are my deepest friends&lt;br /&gt;Full of nothing but good intentions&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;It may not be much but I can blow you a kiss&lt;br /&gt;I've been wrong - I've been wrong once before&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all right tomorrow but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be lazy or a living wreck&lt;br /&gt;I won't be swayed by your expectations&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it is&lt;br /&gt;It may not be much but you know what to kiss&lt;br /&gt;I've been wrong - I've been wrong once before&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all right tomorrow but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold your breath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-3630849747243528026?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-1738436574398024257</id><published>2008-11-12T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:58:08.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Go</title><content type='html'>I get lost on a regular basis&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone I see the same old faces&lt;br /&gt;Back on the road it's a worthy opponent&lt;br /&gt;I get home in the heat of the moment&lt;br /&gt;What's that stuff always rise to the surface&lt;br /&gt;College cream, it always emerges&lt;br /&gt;Be what you are I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;And myself tells me we can't be anybody else&lt;br /&gt;You always sleep with a smile on your face &lt;br /&gt;Much as I want to put myself in your place &lt;br /&gt;Not my business I've got dreams of my own &lt;br /&gt;I try to recall but when I wake up it's gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go of that image &lt;br /&gt;You'll never see it again&lt;br /&gt;I can hear voices they're buzzing in my head&lt;br /&gt;Eyebrows raised was it something I said&lt;br /&gt;A long hot night, it crept in like a thief&lt;br /&gt;The engine stopped, the seatbelt popped&lt;br /&gt;And her jaw dropped in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go of that beast &lt;br /&gt;You'll never see it again&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go of that whisky bottle&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see it again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-1738436574398024257?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/1738436574398024257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=1738436574398024257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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I don't want your pity, if that's what you think&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my comfort from this hole I'm sinking in&lt;br /&gt;Waste my time, drink my wine, take my money&lt;br /&gt;That's alright, I don't mind but don't try to be funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me good&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me mad&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me fly&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice here in this room, you would like it, yes you would&lt;br /&gt;It's got a bed, two chairs and a table, I'd leave here if I could&lt;br /&gt;There's a man standing up who's down on his knees&lt;br /&gt;Outside the cold wind sends a shiver through the trees&lt;br /&gt;On the line, left behind, under pressure&lt;br /&gt;It's so bad, let me be, I don't want to get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me good&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me mad&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me fly&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you think but think about this&lt;br /&gt;It could have been someone else, beware of what you wish&lt;br /&gt;Now the door is closed, locked and sealed&lt;br /&gt;And now you think you know how rejection feels&lt;br /&gt;Waste my time, drink my wine, take my money&lt;br /&gt;That's alright, I don't mind but don't try to be funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me good&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me mad&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me fly&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-22816778133606148?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/22816778133606148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=22816778133606148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/22816778133606148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/22816778133606148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-make-me-happy.html' title='Don&apos;t Make Me Happy'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-8528318814436611406</id><published>2008-11-12T10:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:55:13.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>Dreaming about my love.&lt;br /&gt;You bring me joy and hours of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;More or less.&lt;br /&gt;I dream my life away.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to come.&lt;br /&gt;Changing my life for you to emptyness,&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;Minutes just drift by.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I get nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;I can just dream and you'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to do?&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about my life.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now, and when will you&lt;br /&gt;Come to me?&lt;br /&gt;I dream my life away.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I get nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;I can just dream and you'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to do?&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about my love;&lt;br /&gt;You bring me joy and hours of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;More or less.&lt;br /&gt;I dream my life away.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming, dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-8528318814436611406?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-7500299686036638976</id><published>2008-11-12T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:54:21.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifter</title><content type='html'>I was born a rambling man&lt;br /&gt;An' I never got the chance&lt;br /&gt;To settle down an' get a hold on love&lt;br /&gt;Takin' air an' movin' around&lt;br /&gt;Is all I can see that I'm doin'&lt;br /&gt;An' it is bringin' me down&lt;br /&gt;Drivin' on a highway going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Desolation destination&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll find it somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I know if there's trouble&lt;br /&gt;I ain't takin' the blame&lt;br /&gt;That's why I keep movin'&lt;br /&gt;So nobody knows my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born a loser&lt;br /&gt;I'm beyond the law&lt;br /&gt;Women behind me&lt;br /&gt;Never can find me&lt;br /&gt;They can never get together&lt;br /&gt;What I've been here for&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm a drifter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollin' on&lt;br /&gt;Ain't wastin' my time no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-7500299686036638976?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/7500299686036638976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=7500299686036638976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7500299686036638976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7500299686036638976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/drifter.html' title='Drifter'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-3671415417384578327</id><published>2008-11-12T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:53:34.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifter (Version 1)</title><content type='html'>(Bolin/Coverdale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born a rambling man&lt;br /&gt;An'I never got the chance&lt;br /&gt;To settle down an' get a hold on love.&lt;br /&gt;Takin' Air, An' movin' 'round&lt;br /&gt;Is all I can see that I'm doin'&lt;br /&gt;As' it is bringin' me down....&lt;br /&gt;Drivin' on a highway, going' nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Desolation destination&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll find it somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I know if there's trouble&lt;br /&gt;I ain't takin the blame&lt;br /&gt;That's why I keep movin&lt;br /&gt;So nobody knows my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born a loser,&lt;br /&gt;I'm beyond the law&lt;br /&gt;Woman behind me,&lt;br /&gt;Never can find me&lt;br /&gt;They can never get together&lt;br /&gt;What I've been here for.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I'm the drifter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollin' on....&lt;br /&gt;Ain't waistin' my time no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-3671415417384578327?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/3671415417384578327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=3671415417384578327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3671415417384578327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3671415417384578327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/drifter-version-1.html' title='Drifter (Version 1)'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-8009354549859553232</id><published>2008-11-12T10:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:52:35.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmaretta</title><content type='html'>Emmaretta, did you get my letter&lt;br /&gt;I sent it to you, oh Emmaretta&lt;br /&gt;Do you still feel when night is falling&lt;br /&gt;Something calling, oh Emmaretta&lt;br /&gt;Behind my thoughts, oh Emmaretta&lt;br /&gt;I can get to you to feel better&lt;br /&gt;I must go now, oh Emmaretta&lt;br /&gt;Full moon's rising, oh Emmaretta&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I need you child&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;What I feel can make it real&lt;br /&gt;Help&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I need you child&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;If what I feel can make it real&lt;br /&gt;Emmaretta, did you get my letter&lt;br /&gt;I sent it to you, oh Emmaretta&lt;br /&gt;Do you still feel when night is falling&lt;br /&gt;Something calling, oh Emmaretta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-8009354549859553232?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-7373286599760869472</id><published>2008-11-12T10:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:51:56.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Louie</title><content type='html'>Some say the state of Texas&lt;br /&gt;Could accommodate the entire human population&lt;br /&gt;Five point six billion versions of the truth&lt;br /&gt;Under one roof, some revelation&lt;br /&gt;Tale a bit of this, give a bit of that&lt;br /&gt;Put it in a blender, pull it out a hat&lt;br /&gt;There's no going back&lt;br /&gt;It's a lie, it's a fact&lt;br /&gt;Has the cat got your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Been too long in the sun&lt;br /&gt;There's dust on your tracks&lt;br /&gt;There's no going back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it's a load of monkeys&lt;br /&gt;Every time you listen to your sun kissed lover's words&lt;br /&gt;Evil Louie is tomorrow's sadness&lt;br /&gt;It's a game of madness in a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some would say French cuisine's more appealing&lt;br /&gt;Than a cold drink, burgers and fries&lt;br /&gt;Some have said that a pillar of society&lt;br /&gt;An upright citizen's incapable of lust and crime&lt;br /&gt;Tale a bit of this, give a bit of that&lt;br /&gt;Put it in a blender, pull it out a hat&lt;br /&gt;But he don't stand a change&lt;br /&gt;With his pants around his ankles&lt;br /&gt;Has the cat got your tongue&lt;br /&gt;Been too long in the sun&lt;br /&gt;There's dust on your tracks&lt;br /&gt;There's no going back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-7373286599760869472?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/7373286599760869472/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>Fault Line</title><content type='html'>(blackmore/lord/simper/paice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded when we heard that we were going to be in l.a. at earthquake time. the drum track was recorded first (with organ) and then reversed.&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-7957897399066970622?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/7957897399066970622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=7957897399066970622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7957897399066970622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7957897399066970622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/fault-line.html' title='Fault Line'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-506148822497482444</id><published>2008-11-12T10:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:49:17.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers To The Bone</title><content type='html'>Everything went wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry boys, I've got to let you go&lt;br /&gt;We've had some hard times&lt;br /&gt;And the long rain, it didn't show&lt;br /&gt;Hired hands, I've seen them come and go&lt;br /&gt;But you don't come much better&lt;br /&gt;Today's Blue Monday&lt;br /&gt;I just got a bad news letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day has come&lt;br /&gt;The darkest cloud on our horizon&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied down&lt;br /&gt;To that promise note I signed upon&lt;br /&gt;Always been this way&lt;br /&gt;It's the poor man who gets hurt&lt;br /&gt;All you ever work for&lt;br /&gt;Is to leave your footprints in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work your fingers to the bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deed is done&lt;br /&gt;The fruit will fall to someone else's hand&lt;br /&gt;That's how the land lies&lt;br /&gt;Now we all know where we stand&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them see you running&lt;br /&gt;Today's Blue Monday&lt;br /&gt;I should have seen it coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work your fingers to the bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If sweat and tears were all it took&lt;br /&gt;To make this valley green&lt;br /&gt;We'd be alright but now it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They've taken everything&lt;br /&gt;They say it's just an act of God&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way I'll wind blows&lt;br /&gt;You've got thirty days to pack your bags&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye, hit the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work your fingers to the bone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-506148822497482444?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/506148822497482444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=506148822497482444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/506148822497482444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/506148822497482444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/fingers-to-bone.html' title='Fingers To The Bone'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-5857308508512429599</id><published>2008-11-12T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:48:21.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireball</title><content type='html'>The golden light about you show me where you're from&lt;br /&gt;The magic in your eye bewitches all you gaze upon&lt;br /&gt;You stand up on your hill and behop all around you&lt;br /&gt;They wonder where you're from oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;They wonder where I found you&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love it's a long way&lt;br /&gt;Where you're from it's a long way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to understand you, I tried to love you right&lt;br /&gt;The way you smile and touch me always sets my heart alight&lt;br /&gt;Your lips are like a fire burning through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And people ask me where you're from&lt;br /&gt;They really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Oh my soul it's a long way&lt;br /&gt;Where you're from it's a long way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic woman wreckin' up my soul&lt;br /&gt;Things you tell me have never been told&lt;br /&gt;Magic woman I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Electric before me I love you so I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're racing like a fireball dancing like a ghost&lt;br /&gt;You're gemini and I don't know which one I like the most&lt;br /&gt;My head is getting broken and my mind is getting bust&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm coming with you down the road of golden dust&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love it's a long way&lt;br /&gt;Where you're from it's a long way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-5857308508512429599?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/5857308508512429599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=5857308508512429599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/5857308508512429599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/5857308508512429599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/fireball.html' title='Fireball'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-1156734325979225167</id><published>2008-11-12T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:47:26.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Ice And Dynamite</title><content type='html'>If you find me tugging at your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah well maybe you'd better believe&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for the one to love&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in taking chances&lt;br /&gt;Gonna see what your romance is&lt;br /&gt;I'll be risking my life tonight&lt;br /&gt;Fire, ice and dynamite&lt;br /&gt;In the fire, ice and dynamite &lt;br /&gt;If you see me running to extremes&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh well I'm only chasing my dreams&lt;br /&gt;If you see me coming close the door&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in taking chances&lt;br /&gt;Gonna see what your romance is&lt;br /&gt;I'll be risking my life tonight&lt;br /&gt;Fire, ice and dynamite&lt;br /&gt;In the fire, ice and dynamite&lt;br /&gt;Fire and ice ..... and dynamite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry if it starts to rain&lt;br /&gt;Step aside if you can't stand the pain &lt;br /&gt;From the mountain top to the valley below&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh well I'm fighting with the flow&lt;br /&gt;I maybe burning in the frozen sun&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm gonna be number one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in taking chances&lt;br /&gt;Gonna see what your romance is&lt;br /&gt;I'll be risking my life tonight&lt;br /&gt;Fire, ice and dynamite&lt;br /&gt;Fire, ice and dynamite&lt;br /&gt;Fire, ice and dynamite&lt;br /&gt;Fire, ice and dynamite &lt;br /&gt;Cos I believe ..... in taking chances&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-1156734325979225167?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/1156734325979225167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=1156734325979225167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/1156734325979225167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/1156734325979225167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire-ice-and-dynamite.html' title='Fire Ice And Dynamite'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-1723673979902820998</id><published>2008-11-12T10:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:46:25.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire In The Basement</title><content type='html'>I came 'round to your front door, your back door was locked&lt;br /&gt;Pushed your button, rang your bell, you didn't hear me knock&lt;br /&gt;I saw your window open wide, so I crawled inside&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the top floor, but you were on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way up and you were going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire in the basement&lt;br /&gt;Burn me up, scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;There's fire in the basement&lt;br /&gt;Only you can put it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This strange sensation that I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;Sweet infatuation when I get next to you&lt;br /&gt;I know what it takes to be a man, you understand&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when the sparks start flying you'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll hate to leave you girl but I'm so glad I came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire in the basement&lt;br /&gt;Burn me up, scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;Fire in the basement&lt;br /&gt;Only you can put it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoky eyes burning bright&lt;br /&gt;Innocence lost, satisfy my appetite&lt;br /&gt;Surrender to the flame, what's your name&lt;br /&gt;Let's get down to business, how can you refuse&lt;br /&gt;Give this boy a helping hand, come on light my fuse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-1723673979902820998?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/1723673979902820998/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-4655666468221202598</id><published>2008-11-12T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:45:25.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight Of The Rat</title><content type='html'>Spread the word around&lt;br /&gt;The rat is leaving town&lt;br /&gt;The message is a song&lt;br /&gt;The misery is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;To sing before the queen&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want to know&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't see the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fright&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't do it right&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystic demons fly&lt;br /&gt;All about the sk&lt;br /&gt;With memories of a clown&lt;br /&gt;The saddest show in town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Me mother said to me&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you touch&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't take so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blew my mind&lt;br /&gt;She was so kind&lt;br /&gt;I could have cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;I had to fin&lt;br /&gt;A kind of new way&lt;br /&gt;Of being oh so cool&lt;br /&gt;Like a blue blooded&lt;br /&gt;Well studded&lt;br /&gt;English fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak about the past&lt;br /&gt;Times are changing fast&lt;br /&gt;Once I was so weak&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking put a curse&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be worse&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the door&lt;br /&gt;Who could ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm free&lt;br /&gt;And I can see&lt;br /&gt;That I am me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word around&lt;br /&gt;The rat is leaving town&lt;br /&gt;The message is a song&lt;br /&gt;The misery is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking out a curse&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be worse&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the door&lt;br /&gt;Who could ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm free&lt;br /&gt;And I can see&lt;br /&gt;That I am me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-4655666468221202598?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/4655666468221202598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=4655666468221202598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4655666468221202598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4655666468221202598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/flight-of-rat.html' title='Flight Of The Rat'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-1439722318003828548</id><published>2008-11-12T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:44:13.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fools</title><content type='html'>I'm crying I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see what's wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;It's in my head&lt;br /&gt;I can see what's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;As I lie in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Man is not my brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;I am of the dead&lt;br /&gt;I died as I lived as I loved and was born&lt;br /&gt;On some distant hill&lt;br /&gt;The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried&lt;br /&gt;Fools pass laughing still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be bad blood in all I can see&lt;br /&gt;It's in my brain&lt;br /&gt;You don't know the pain I feel&lt;br /&gt;As I must live again&lt;br /&gt;Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but&lt;br /&gt;Tears will leave a stain&lt;br /&gt;They smile to themselves as they lay down my head&lt;br /&gt;On some distant hill&lt;br /&gt;The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye&lt;br /&gt;Fools smile as they kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my own way to go and now I want&lt;br /&gt;To take your minds&lt;br /&gt;I believe if you could see&lt;br /&gt;The blood between the lines&lt;br /&gt;I believe that you could be&lt;br /&gt;A better kind&lt;br /&gt;Please lead the way so the unborn can play&lt;br /&gt;On some greener hill&lt;br /&gt;Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains&lt;br /&gt;Fools die laughing still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-1439722318003828548?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/1439722318003828548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=1439722318003828548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/1439722318003828548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/1439722318003828548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/fools.html' title='Fools'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-2204269451538230692</id><published>2008-11-12T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:43:28.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortuneteller</title><content type='html'>Cast your eyes into the crystal&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside the mystery&lt;br /&gt;Is that a vision of a lonely man&lt;br /&gt;I fear it looks a lot like me&lt;br /&gt;Is that a man without a woman&lt;br /&gt;Whose empty life is but a shell&lt;br /&gt;Empty hearts will echo&lt;br /&gt;Forever in the wishing well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortuneteller&lt;br /&gt;You've got to help me find an end to the nightmare&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't stand this pain and the curse of time&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in your eyes I'll find the answer&lt;br /&gt;Give me the truth I've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;Be my guiding light, I'll take my chances&lt;br /&gt;Turn the card, seal my fate, close the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days come with a vengeance&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;The mirror holds no secrets&lt;br /&gt;I lost the best thing that I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortuneteller&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me to see, is there an end to the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Or was this slow ride to nowhere always meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in your eyes I'll find the answer&lt;br /&gt;Give me the truth I've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;Be my guiding light, I'll take my chances&lt;br /&gt;Turn the card, seal my fate, close the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always taking more than she'd need&lt;br /&gt;But we were both to blame somehow&lt;br /&gt;In the heat of the moment I told her to leave&lt;br /&gt;I guess I lost more than I found&lt;br /&gt;But I remember ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-2204269451538230692?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/2204269451538230692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=2204269451538230692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2204269451538230692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2204269451538230692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/fortuneteller.html' title='Fortuneteller'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-2568355107865053324</id><published>2008-11-12T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:42:01.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Oh, my honey, take my money&lt;br /&gt;I do what I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure trying, I ain't crying&lt;br /&gt;My feet won't touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no more misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word I'm living again&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world I'm loving again&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I feel like giving again&lt;br /&gt;Freedom, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more walking or fast talking&lt;br /&gt;No things are gonna wear me out&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure glad I wasn't born a fool, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Some day, baby, you'll be my lady&lt;br /&gt;I know that it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;We ain't got no more misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word I'm living again&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world I'm loving again&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I feel like giving again&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, honey honey honey, taking all my money&lt;br /&gt;I do what I really wanna do&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I never never cried&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my feet won't touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no more misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word I'm living again&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world I'm loving again&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I feel like giving again&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-2568355107865053324?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-8893532795000978998</id><published>2008-11-12T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:41:06.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gemini Suite</title><content type='html'>All I wish, that I wasn't here&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, I've got a rotten feeling&lt;br /&gt;Of dizzy heights&lt;br /&gt;Its what they want you know&lt;br /&gt;Oh well here I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a funny show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my time, it's the odds that count&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? What a silly sound&lt;br /&gt;Hold my breath, talk of sudden death&lt;br /&gt;Rhyme and reason must prevail&lt;br /&gt;I need a glass of ale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta feeling now&lt;br /&gt;No need for me to tell you how&lt;br /&gt;It's really kind of easy now&lt;br /&gt;Woa, like rock n' roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;It's funky and it's outta sight&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good, feeling right&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-8893532795000978998?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/8893532795000978998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=8893532795000978998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/8893532795000978998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/8893532795000978998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/gemini-suite.html' title='Gemini Suite'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-4615671093077966621</id><published>2008-11-12T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:40:12.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia On My Mind</title><content type='html'>Georgia, Georgia, just smile and ease my pain&lt;br /&gt;An old sweet song&lt;br /&gt;Georgia on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Georgia, Georgia, just smile...&lt;br /&gt;An old sweet song, baby&lt;br /&gt;Georgia on my mind&lt;br /&gt;(I love you baby, I love you so )&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;(You know what I'm talking about)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-4615671093077966621?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/4615671093077966621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=4615671093077966621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4615671093077966621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;It's gettin' tighter all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a load off your mind&lt;br /&gt;This place is right&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to find&lt;br /&gt;The mood is set alright&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a long long night&lt;br /&gt;You keep spinnin' 'round&lt;br /&gt;You find it hard to touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;And time is all it takes&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it easy once you make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up--keep in line&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' tighter all the time&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' tighter&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' tighter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-5428576004455678692?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/5428576004455678692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=5428576004455678692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/5428576004455678692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/5428576004455678692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/gettin-tighter.html' title='Gettin&apos; Tighter'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-7639652566049876177</id><published>2008-11-12T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:36:18.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Like That</title><content type='html'>(Airey/Gillan/Glover/Morse/Paice) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a bad spot babe&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear what you say &lt;br /&gt;I'd love to stop and talk &lt;br /&gt;You keep fading away &lt;br /&gt;Just the way she said it &lt;br /&gt;Something in her tone &lt;br /&gt;Always so convincing&lt;br /&gt;But she's good on the phone&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait until she's ready&lt;br /&gt;That could be a while&lt;br /&gt;She always takes her time&lt;br /&gt;Then she turns up in style&lt;br /&gt;Something not right &lt;br /&gt;Didn't recognise the car&lt;br /&gt;Women being what they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no sense of reason&lt;br /&gt;In a reasonable world&lt;br /&gt;Makes any sense at all&lt;br /&gt;To a reasonable girl&lt;br /&gt;She said you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't understand&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know what she said&lt;br /&gt;I'm a reasonable man&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't meant that way&lt;br /&gt;I was only having fun&lt;br /&gt;She looked me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;But the damage was done&lt;br /&gt;I got the vague impression&lt;br /&gt;She was under my thumb&lt;br /&gt;I looked the other way&lt;br /&gt;And I had to succumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls like that&lt;br /&gt;I want girls like that&lt;br /&gt;Girls like that&lt;br /&gt;I like girls like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-7639652566049876177?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/7639652566049876177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=7639652566049876177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7639652566049876177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7639652566049876177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/girls-like-that.html' title='Girls Like That'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6409002520917242753</id><published>2008-11-12T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:35:18.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>I am a preacher with a message for my people&lt;br /&gt;Over the world, scratching on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the peace that nobody has found &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a spokesman for a better way of living&lt;br /&gt;Love is the word and it can be heard&lt;br /&gt;If you are young the message can be sung &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you sing, Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tell it to the man who's power is the sermon on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Tell it to the man who says you can misjudge them all&lt;br /&gt;Tell it 'till it can be heard above the wailing of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Tell it on the field of war and hope you'll soon be justified &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a better way of life and it's not so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;If you live and let the people in your world speak it's mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the pupil who sells his life for freedom&lt;br /&gt;All over the world and it can be heard&lt;br /&gt;If you are young the message can be sung &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-7835427204807970129</id><published>2008-11-12T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:34:24.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Lovin' Man</title><content type='html'>Break my back with hard lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and keep movin'&lt;br /&gt;Don't slow down we're nearly there now&lt;br /&gt;Oh can you stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hard lovin' man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your name? It's alright now&lt;br /&gt;Trick or treat we're uptight now&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel ya I wanna hear ya&lt;br /&gt;Oh here we go again&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hard lovin' man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back here it's not over&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see there's still time girl&lt;br /&gt;I can last make if fast now&lt;br /&gt;Oh gotta catch a train&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hard lovin' man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-7835427204807970129?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/7835427204807970129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=7835427204807970129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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looked straight at me&lt;br /&gt;The devil in her eye&lt;br /&gt;I knew what i was getting but took it by surprise&lt;br /&gt;No fooling&lt;br /&gt;She really knocked the stuffing out of me&lt;br /&gt;Some woman a hard lovin' woman&lt;br /&gt;She chewed me up and spat me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some woman&lt;br /&gt;She's a hard lovin' woman&lt;br /&gt;Some woman a hard lovin' woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't wear nothing but a smile&lt;br /&gt;upon her face&lt;br /&gt;Licking her lips but i had the taste&lt;br /&gt;Her temperature was rising&lt;br /&gt;I was coming to the boil&lt;br /&gt;Her fires were burning&lt;br /&gt;she was pouring on the oil&lt;br /&gt;I do not jest she really took me to the cleaners&lt;br /&gt;Some woman&lt;br /&gt;I felt just great when she pulled her 38's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a smile&lt;br /&gt;It turned into a laugh&lt;br /&gt;It ended with a scream&lt;br /&gt;I said enough's enough&lt;br /&gt;Never heard a word she wouldn't let go&lt;br /&gt;A man's a man and every woman ought to know&lt;br /&gt;And there i was&lt;br /&gt;And she was dancing&lt;br /&gt;Some woman here we go again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-4562760556598316293?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/4562760556598316293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=4562760556598316293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4562760556598316293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4562760556598316293'/><link rel='alternate' 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wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's left&lt;br /&gt;Is the ghost of your smile&lt;br /&gt;It stays awhile&lt;br /&gt;Then fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your footsteps on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Tempting me to turn around&lt;br /&gt;It's just the echo&lt;br /&gt;Of a disenchanted lover&lt;br /&gt;Shuffling aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;Homeward bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To empty rooms&lt;br /&gt;And picture frames&lt;br /&gt;And Friends&lt;br /&gt;Who can't recall our names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Haunted&lt;br /&gt;Haunted&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's left&lt;br /&gt;Is the ghost of your smile&lt;br /&gt;It stays awhile&lt;br /&gt;Then fades away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-8813784514935602269?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-8590985259332387261</id><published>2008-11-12T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:31:56.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, so much younger than today&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody's help in any way&lt;br /&gt;But now these days are gone I'm not so self assured&lt;br /&gt;Now I find I've changed my mind, opened up the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help if you can I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;But I do appreciate you being round&lt;br /&gt;Help me get my feet back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my life has changed in oh so many ways&lt;br /&gt;My independence seems to vanish in the haze&lt;br /&gt;But every now and then I feel so insecure&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I need you like I've never done before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help if you can I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;But I do appreciate you being round&lt;br /&gt;Help me get my feet back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Help&lt;br /&gt;Not just anybody&lt;br /&gt;Help &lt;br /&gt;You know I need someone&lt;br /&gt;Help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-8590985259332387261?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/8590985259332387261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=8590985259332387261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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pretty soon&lt;br /&gt;The black sombrero would reply&lt;br /&gt;Hey Pancho what's happening mi amigo&lt;br /&gt;It's getting somewhere near the end,&lt;br /&gt;This winding trail&lt;br /&gt;When we've raced around the corner&lt;br /&gt;For the final dusty time&lt;br /&gt;Mr Renaldo 'n' Carillo's&lt;br /&gt;Going to jail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't open no more supermarkets&lt;br /&gt;Duncan's sombrero's hanging&lt;br /&gt;Up there with his guns&lt;br /&gt;Some cigarro sucking slag&lt;br /&gt;Under a chip Hollywood chandelier&lt;br /&gt;Says 'Cisco, Kid you know&lt;br /&gt;Your day is done&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how you are doin'&lt;br /&gt;Mr Renaldo&lt;br /&gt;If you need me I could be&lt;br /&gt;A friend for life&lt;br /&gt;There don't seem any point&lt;br /&gt;...we should throw 'way&lt;br /&gt;All these years&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we saddle up&lt;br /&gt;And ride out one more time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they doing to my friend&lt;br /&gt;What they doing to my man&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter when&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay to the end&lt;br /&gt;Hey Cisco&lt;br /&gt;Let's go out in style&lt;br /&gt;We're going down together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-4336760371951356271?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/4336760371951356271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=4336760371951356271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4336760371951356271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4336760371951356271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-cisco.html' title='Hey Cisco'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6007508459532307491</id><published>2008-11-12T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:31:16.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Joe</title><content type='html'>Hey Joe&lt;br /&gt;Where you going with that gun in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Hey Joe&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me where you going with that gun in your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna shoot my lady&lt;br /&gt;Cos I caught her messing around with another man&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm going down to shoot my lady&lt;br /&gt;Cos I caught her messing around with another man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Joe&lt;br /&gt;I heard you shot your woman down&lt;br /&gt;Hey Joe&lt;br /&gt;I heard you shot your woman down&lt;br /&gt;Right down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did I shot her&lt;br /&gt;You know I shot her cos I caught her messing 'round town&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did I shot her&lt;br /&gt;I shot my woman cos she was messing 'round town&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the gun - I shot her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Joe&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where you gonna run to now?&lt;br /&gt;Hey Joe&lt;br /&gt;C'mon tell me where you gonna run to?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about me&lt;br /&gt;I'm going way down South&lt;br /&gt;Way down South where I'm gonna be free&lt;br /&gt;I'm going way down South&lt;br /&gt;Way down South maybe outside Mexico Way&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna run, oh yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6007508459532307491?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-2077686937641710285</id><published>2008-11-12T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:28:33.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway Star</title><content type='html'>Nobody gonna take my car&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna race it to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna beat my car&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna break the speed of sound&lt;br /&gt;Oooh it's a killing machine&lt;br /&gt;It's got everything&lt;br /&gt;Like a driving power big fat tyres&lt;br /&gt;And everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it and I need it&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it yeah it's a wild hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Alright hold tight&lt;br /&gt;I'm a highway star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna take my girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep her to the end&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna have my girl&lt;br /&gt;She stays close on every bend&lt;br /&gt;Oooh she's a killing machine&lt;br /&gt;She's got everything&lt;br /&gt;Like a moving mouth body control&lt;br /&gt;And everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her I need her&lt;br /&gt;I seed her&lt;br /&gt;Yeah She turns me on&lt;br /&gt;Alright hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;I'm a highway star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna take my head&lt;br /&gt;I got speed inside my brain&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna steal my head&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm on the road again&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I'm in heaven again I've got everything&lt;br /&gt;Like a moving ground an open road&lt;br /&gt;And everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it and I need it&lt;br /&gt;I seed it&lt;br /&gt;Eight cylinders all mine&lt;br /&gt;Alright hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;I'm a highway star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna take my car&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna race it to the ground &lt;br /&gt;Nobody gonna beat my car&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna break the speed of sound&lt;br /&gt;Oooh it's a killing machine&lt;br /&gt;It's got everything&lt;br /&gt;Like a driving power big&lt;br /&gt;Fat tyres and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it and I need it&lt;br /&gt;I bleed it&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's a wild hurricane&lt;br /&gt;Alright hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;I'm a highway star&lt;br /&gt;I'm a highway star&lt;br /&gt;I'm a highway star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-2077686937641710285?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/2077686937641710285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=2077686937641710285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2077686937641710285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2077686937641710285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/highway-star.html' title='Highway Star'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-7547696331211132856</id><published>2008-11-12T10:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:27:40.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Ball Shooter</title><content type='html'>Well I'm a rock and roll preacher&lt;br /&gt;Not a Sunday school teacher&lt;br /&gt;You ain't no shady lady&lt;br /&gt;But I love the way you strut your stuff&lt;br /&gt;You're a snow queen looking mean&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to make it on the scene&lt;br /&gt;I guess you love it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I always see you hanging' around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a high ball shooter&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy to see&lt;br /&gt;High ball shooter&lt;br /&gt;You sure ripped the low ones off me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magnet brought you to me&lt;br /&gt;Told me your name was Jo&lt;br /&gt;You said you liked my music&lt;br /&gt;And you really did enjoy the show&lt;br /&gt;Now I wanna play piano&lt;br /&gt;But my fingers don't agree&lt;br /&gt;They're busy on you woman&lt;br /&gt;And I feel your fingers workin' on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a high ball shooter&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy to see&lt;br /&gt;High ball shooter&lt;br /&gt;You sure ripped the low ones off me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to leave you honey&lt;br /&gt;I know you're feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry now baby&lt;br /&gt;You know that only makes me mad&lt;br /&gt;I see you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;Every town and place&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall your name&lt;br /&gt;But I know I won't forget your sweet face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a high ball shooter&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy to see&lt;br /&gt;High ball shooter&lt;br /&gt;You sure ripped the low ones off me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're a high ball shooter&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy to see&lt;br /&gt;High ball shooter&lt;br /&gt;You sure ripped the low ones off me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-7547696331211132856?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/7547696331211132856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=7547696331211132856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7547696331211132856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7547696331211132856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/high-ball-shooter.html' title='High Ball Shooter'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6862679979441641275</id><published>2008-11-12T10:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:26:25.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold On</title><content type='html'>You're sweeter than the morning&lt;br /&gt;When the sun is shining down on me&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;That could make me go away you see&lt;br /&gt;But you keep saying to me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--I feel I'm getting ready&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--I feel I'm rockin' steady&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--I'm gonna make it with you woman&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--You got to gimme some love, gimme some love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held back before&lt;br /&gt;But your love took me easily&lt;br /&gt;You got the power&lt;br /&gt;I knew was gonna creep up on me&lt;br /&gt;The more I give&lt;br /&gt;Your love keeps comin' on strong&lt;br /&gt;Although it's mine now&lt;br /&gt;I know it won't be for long&lt;br /&gt;There's something in the saying&lt;br /&gt;That a woman needs a little more time&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Giving me some kind of sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--I've got to love you when I want to&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--You've got to love me when I want you to&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--I ain't gonna let you leave me baby&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--No never no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the game you're playing&lt;br /&gt;And I guess you think I'm easily led&lt;br /&gt;You think the words you're saying&lt;br /&gt;Are really going through my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take you home&lt;br /&gt;And give you all I can&lt;br /&gt;I'll prove to you, baby&lt;br /&gt;That really I'm a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--I know I'm feeling ready&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--I know I'm rockin' steady&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--Guess I've made it with you woman&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--I've got you giving me love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that you give me&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me hangin' on&lt;br /&gt;No use me stayin'&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to be done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take you home&lt;br /&gt;And give you all I can&lt;br /&gt;I'll prove to you woman&lt;br /&gt;That really I'm a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--I only want to take you higher&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--You are the root of my desire&lt;br /&gt;Hold on--C'mon baby light my fire&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6862679979441641275?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/6862679979441641275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=6862679979441641275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6862679979441641275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6862679979441641275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/hold-on.html' title='Hold On'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-3412475891513389793</id><published>2008-11-12T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:25:42.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Man</title><content type='html'>Called to Madonna&lt;br /&gt;To give me a line&lt;br /&gt;She said boy what have you done&lt;br /&gt;Passing your time with a holy man&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the moon and sun&lt;br /&gt;But I can't tell the difference&lt;br /&gt;Between the fool and wise&lt;br /&gt;Show me a river to follow&lt;br /&gt;Away from all these lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on my own so long&lt;br /&gt;Won't you lend me your hand&lt;br /&gt;I've been picking up my bones too long&lt;br /&gt;Won't you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called to the captain&lt;br /&gt;To put me ashore&lt;br /&gt;For it looked like no man's land&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way to follow&lt;br /&gt;I cried as I shook his hand&lt;br /&gt;He told me had no answer&lt;br /&gt;He didn't really hold the key&lt;br /&gt;I am a simple man&lt;br /&gt;Was all he said to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on my own so long&lt;br /&gt;Won't you lend me a hand&lt;br /&gt;I've been out in the cold too long&lt;br /&gt;Won't you understand&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the road so long&lt;br /&gt;Won't you lend me your hand&lt;br /&gt;I've been out in the cold too long&lt;br /&gt;Won't you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard my mother crying&lt;br /&gt;She was calling out my name&lt;br /&gt;Whisper in the dark night&lt;br /&gt;Saying who's to blame&lt;br /&gt;The hour glass keeps turning&lt;br /&gt;With not enought sand to see&lt;br /&gt;I am a holy man&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bother me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on my own so long&lt;br /&gt;Won't you lend me your hand&lt;br /&gt;I've been pickin' up my bones too long&lt;br /&gt;Won't you understand&lt;br /&gt;I've been on my own so long&lt;br /&gt;Won't you lend me your hand&lt;br /&gt;I've been out in the cold too long&lt;br /&gt;Won't you understand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-3412475891513389793?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/3412475891513389793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=3412475891513389793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3412475891513389793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3412475891513389793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/holy-man.html' title='Holy Man'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-4402820455064900011</id><published>2008-11-12T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:23:26.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Of Pain</title><content type='html'>(GillanBradford)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a woman that could make you crazy&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a woman that could drive you mad&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a woman give you so much trouble&lt;br /&gt;And the best lovin' you ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends all say I'm losing it big time&lt;br /&gt;But I know where I've got to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back there again&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back there again&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back there again&lt;br /&gt;Back to the house of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a rock that just keeps on rollin'&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a train comin' down the track&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever jumped into the cold, cold never&lt;br /&gt;And know there's no turning back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends all say I'm crazy, baby&lt;br /&gt;But I know where I've got to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back there again&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back there again&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home&lt;br /&gt;Back to the house of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a weight that was much too heavy&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a burden that was yours alone&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever spent a night when you keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends all say I'm crazy, baby&lt;br /&gt;But I know where I've got to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back there again&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back there again&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to my woman&lt;br /&gt;Back to the house of pain&lt;br /&gt;Then I run away&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;I love you from afar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-4402820455064900011?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/4402820455064900011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=4402820455064900011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4402820455064900011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4402820455064900011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/house-of-pain.html' title='House Of Pain'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-2047299835741200361</id><published>2008-11-12T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:22:47.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry Daze</title><content type='html'>In a dark and sweaty room in '69&lt;br /&gt;tables turning&lt;br /&gt;Dancing girls, silly girls, all kinds of girls&lt;br /&gt;and it was loud&lt;br /&gt;Tuning up to madness in the back room&lt;br /&gt;candles burning&lt;br /&gt;Present the Stinking Hippy and throw the&lt;br /&gt;naked thunder to the crowd&lt;br /&gt;In the Hungry Daze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long and lonely highway drags along&lt;br /&gt;it's going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Sickness and disease and mad&lt;br /&gt;corruption&lt;br /&gt;something's going wrong&lt;br /&gt;The mountain's getting cold and lonely&lt;br /&gt;the trees are bare&lt;br /&gt;We all came out to Montreux&lt;br /&gt;but that's another song&lt;br /&gt;You've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;In hungry daze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the Mountain Road to do some&lt;br /&gt;drinking&lt;br /&gt;and now we're mobile again&lt;br /&gt;Different girls, laughing girls, forever&lt;br /&gt;girls&lt;br /&gt;and it's so loud&lt;br /&gt;The crew have lost again&lt;br /&gt;they are beaten men&lt;br /&gt;The winning team united&lt;br /&gt;living for the crowd&lt;br /&gt;These are the hungry daze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-2047299835741200361?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/2047299835741200361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=2047299835741200361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2047299835741200361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2047299835741200361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/hungry-daze.html' title='Hungry Daze'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-3078035419446379118</id><published>2008-11-12T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:21:14.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush</title><content type='html'>Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a certain little girl she's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it she looks so fine&lt;br /&gt;She's the best girl that I ever had&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she's gonna make me feel so bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard her calling my name now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;She broke my heart but I love her just the same now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard her calling my name now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;I need her loving and I'm not to blame now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;They got it early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;They got it late in the evening&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want that, need it&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I gotta gotta have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got loving like quicksand&lt;br /&gt;Only took one touch of her hand&lt;br /&gt;To blow my mind and I'm in so deep&lt;br /&gt;That I can't eat and I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Listen)&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard her calling my name now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;She broke my heart but I love her just the same now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard her calling my name now&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;I need her loving and I'm not to blame now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;They got it early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;They got it late in the evening&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want that, need it&lt;br /&gt;(Love, love)&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I gotta gotta have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh, nah-nah-nahhh, nah-nah-nahhh, nah-nah-nahhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-3078035419446379118?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/3078035419446379118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=3078035419446379118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3078035419446379118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3078035419446379118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/hush.html' title='Hush'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-4708986607009940047</id><published>2008-11-12T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:20:21.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alone</title><content type='html'>On the lonely road I'm travelling on&lt;br /&gt;The road that leads nowhere&lt;br /&gt;As the ground and the sky wondering why&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept rolling on from tears for years&lt;br /&gt;Sun is my only friend&lt;br /&gt;With the wind on the bend and my pack in my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone so alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone so alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone so alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone so alone&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like going home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my money spent, my clothes all torn&lt;br /&gt;My spirit can't grow&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no friend where the power ends&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone so alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone so alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone so alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone so alone&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like going home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-4708986607009940047?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/4708986607009940047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=4708986607009940047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4708986607009940047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/4708986607009940047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-alone.html' title='I&apos;m Alone'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6104804775090055086</id><published>2008-11-12T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:15:01.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Glad</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Another week in&lt;br /&gt;Telephoning&lt;br /&gt;Tired of groaning for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6104804775090055086?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/6104804775090055086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=6104804775090055086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6104804775090055086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6104804775090055086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-glad.html' title='I&apos;m So Glad'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6358569746329104906</id><published>2008-11-12T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:14:07.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Fire</title><content type='html'>Take the trouble to decide the things you do&lt;br /&gt;Will not be the things that don't appeal to you&lt;br /&gt;See the mess your makin' can't you see your fakin'&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make it hard for you, you're gonna--into the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the mandrake that was given to you&lt;br /&gt;See if you can make it like the others do&lt;br /&gt;Feel the blood a knockin' when you're finger poppin'&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make it hard for you, you're gonna--into the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop your bleeding mind before it's over and done&lt;br /&gt;Listen very closely to the message I've sung&lt;br /&gt;Feel the blood a knockin' when you're finger poppin'&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get a message through, you're gonna--into the fire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6358569746329104906?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-348766945824776143</id><published>2008-11-12T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:13:05.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got Your Number</title><content type='html'>So many signs&lt;br /&gt;So many ways&lt;br /&gt;It's a living thing&lt;br /&gt;No need to rush&lt;br /&gt;The buzz will last for days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you discover&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;Take it girl&lt;br /&gt;Or leave it&lt;br /&gt;Don't be reading out the label on the can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your lover&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your friend&lt;br /&gt;And your brother in love&lt;br /&gt;But that's where the story ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say jump&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it with affection&lt;br /&gt;But don't get pissed&lt;br /&gt;If I don't move&lt;br /&gt;Too fast in your direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that same old nonsense&lt;br /&gt;That same old look&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm turning back&lt;br /&gt;And I can read you like a book&lt;br /&gt;It all means nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old business&lt;br /&gt;Man it drives me up the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made the potion too strong&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm going soft&lt;br /&gt;I've been that way far too long&lt;br /&gt;You see, now it's wearing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times&lt;br /&gt;So many days&lt;br /&gt;It's a spiritual thing&lt;br /&gt;That loving touch&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd be amazed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the distance&lt;br /&gt;I like the space&lt;br /&gt;The money's good&lt;br /&gt;The rent is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And I can read suspicion on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-348766945824776143?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/348766945824776143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=348766945824776143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/348766945824776143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/348766945824776143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-your-number.html' title='I&apos;ve Got Your Number'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-2058581395387725095</id><published>2008-11-12T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:12:04.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Your Number</title><content type='html'>So many signs&lt;br /&gt;So many ways&lt;br /&gt;It's a living thing&lt;br /&gt;No need to rush&lt;br /&gt;The buzz will last for days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you discover&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a man&lt;br /&gt;Take it girl&lt;br /&gt;Or leave it&lt;br /&gt;Don't be reading out the label on the can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your lover&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your friend&lt;br /&gt;And your brother in love&lt;br /&gt;But that's where the story ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say jump&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it with affection&lt;br /&gt;But don't get pissed&lt;br /&gt;If I don't move &lt;br /&gt;Too fast in your direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that same old nonsense&lt;br /&gt;That same old look&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm turning back&lt;br /&gt;And I can read you like a book&lt;br /&gt;It all means nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old business&lt;br /&gt;Man it drives me up the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made the potion too strong&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm going soft&lt;br /&gt;I've been that way far too long&lt;br /&gt;You see, now it's wearing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times&lt;br /&gt;So many days&lt;br /&gt;It's a spiritual thing&lt;br /&gt;That loving touch&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd be amazed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the distance&lt;br /&gt;I like the space&lt;br /&gt;The money's good&lt;br /&gt;The rent is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And I can read suspicion on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;br /&gt;I got your number&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-2058581395387725095?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/2058581395387725095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=2058581395387725095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2058581395387725095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2058581395387725095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-your-number.html' title='I Got Your Number'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-7015515534784666925</id><published>2008-11-12T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:11:14.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Love</title><content type='html'>I keep singing the same old song&lt;br /&gt;Like I did before&lt;br /&gt;When you left me&lt;br /&gt;You left me in darkness&lt;br /&gt;I'd never known before&lt;br /&gt;I was restless&lt;br /&gt;A fool for your time&lt;br /&gt;Waiting 'round for you to call&lt;br /&gt;But now I've found me&lt;br /&gt;An angel of mercy&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel bad at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body was honey&lt;br /&gt;I tasted a lot&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you babe&lt;br /&gt;I need more than you got&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to hold me&lt;br /&gt;An' keep me satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I need love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;Just live your life&lt;br /&gt;The way you know&lt;br /&gt;When you moved on&lt;br /&gt;You took all the sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Was I a fool to let you go&lt;br /&gt;With the woman I forget for the moment&lt;br /&gt;All the times we knew before&lt;br /&gt;Tho I'm still singing&lt;br /&gt;The same old love song&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you knocking on my door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-7015515534784666925?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/7015515534784666925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=7015515534784666925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7015515534784666925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7015515534784666925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-love.html' title='I Need Love'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-7594984151730401293</id><published>2008-11-12T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:10:29.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Ruby</title><content type='html'>There's no method in my madness, no craft, no guile&lt;br /&gt;No expertise, no self assuring smile&lt;br /&gt;No wizardry or witchcraft, no crass deceit&lt;br /&gt;No dark conspiracies, I stand on my own two feet&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming through just like Jack Ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ragged around the edges but I got control&lt;br /&gt;There's no way around it and I got control&lt;br /&gt;I reach out for my program, still got control&lt;br /&gt;Straight down to business, who needs control&lt;br /&gt;I've got panache just like Jack Ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't beg forgiveness, I don't beg at all&lt;br /&gt;But I beg to differ cos I got the ball&lt;br /&gt;There was no invitation, you're not my type&lt;br /&gt;And what's gone, it ain't worth having, kiss it all goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Right on the money just like Jack Ruby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-7594984151730401293?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/7594984151730401293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=7594984151730401293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7594984151730401293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7594984151730401293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/jack-ruby.html' title='Jack Ruby'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-55097408605224724</id><published>2008-11-12T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:08:29.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junkyard Blues</title><content type='html'>Broken down relations, beaten up guitars&lt;br /&gt;Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars&lt;br /&gt;Brambles and weeds flourishing amongst&lt;br /&gt;Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junkyard blues sound familiar&lt;br /&gt;I'm never alone&lt;br /&gt;Always remind me of home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of a dozen covered with stains&lt;br /&gt;Blistered and stinking was all that remained&lt;br /&gt;Cannibalised machines, mysterious bones&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted contents of anonymous homes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thos junkyard blues sound familiar&lt;br /&gt;Take me back&lt;br /&gt;Always remind me of home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangy old dog scratching in the dust&lt;br /&gt;Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust&lt;br /&gt;All this stuff was good for something&lt;br /&gt;But here it is now, good for nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junkyard blues sound familiar&lt;br /&gt;I'm never alone&lt;br /&gt;Always remind me of home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-55097408605224724?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/55097408605224724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=55097408605224724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/55097408605224724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/55097408605224724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/junkyard-blues.html' title='Junkyard Blues'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-2414178796035921634</id><published>2008-11-12T10:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:07:51.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kentucky Woman</title><content type='html'>Kentucky Woman &lt;br /&gt;She shines in her own kind of light&lt;br /&gt;She looks at you once in a day&lt;br /&gt;And what's wrong is alright&lt;br /&gt;And I love her, &lt;br /&gt;God knows I love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Woman&lt;br /&gt;She gets to know you&lt;br /&gt;She gets to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ain't the kind to turn &lt;br /&gt;At the drop of her name&lt;br /&gt;Well all the things she does &lt;br /&gt;They turn you on just the same&lt;br /&gt;And I love her, &lt;br /&gt;God knows I love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Woman&lt;br /&gt;She gets to know you&lt;br /&gt;She gets to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want much&lt;br /&gt;The Good Lord's earth beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;A gentle touch&lt;br /&gt;Cause that one girl in life is sweet and good&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no doubt, I'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Woman&lt;br /&gt;She gets to know you&lt;br /&gt;She gets to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Woman she shines in her own kind of light&lt;br /&gt;She looks at you once in a day&lt;br /&gt;And what's wrong is alright&lt;br /&gt;And I love her, yes I do, I love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Woman&lt;br /&gt;She gets to know you&lt;br /&gt;She gets to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Woman&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Woman&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Woman&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Woman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-2414178796035921634?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/2414178796035921634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=2414178796035921634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2414178796035921634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2414178796035921634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/kentucky-woman.html' title='Kentucky Woman'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-8558808276278357989</id><published>2008-11-12T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:04:24.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Of Dreams</title><content type='html'>It doesn't matter if I'm right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if you like my song&lt;br /&gt;As long as you can hear me sing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm the thorn in every little girl's rose&lt;br /&gt;You know I cut but never bleed&lt;br /&gt;A shadow in the night, pure delight&lt;br /&gt;I can satisfy your every need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real smooth dancer, I'm fantasy man&lt;br /&gt;Master of illusion, magic touch in my hand&lt;br /&gt;All the stages are empty when I steal the scenes&lt;br /&gt;A beggar of love, second hand hero...King of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a difference what you got&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what you lose&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a difference if you like it or not&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm gonna change your attitude&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all around me there is mystery and wonder&lt;br /&gt;Now can't you see it in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll crack the sky, make you feel the thunder&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see through my disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real smooth dancer, I'm fantasy man&lt;br /&gt;Master of illusion, with my sleight of hand&lt;br /&gt;All the stages are empty when I steal the scenes&lt;br /&gt;A beggar for love, second hand hero... King of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around, all around&lt;br /&gt;Emotional squeeze through again and again&lt;br /&gt;I know how to please you, your mind is on the bend&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel the power, surrender in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the witching hour we're travelling on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real smooth dancer, I'm fantasy man&lt;br /&gt;Master of illusion, magic touch in my hand&lt;br /&gt;The stages are empty when I steal the scenes&lt;br /&gt;A beggar of love, second hand hero... King of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real smooth dancer, fantasy man&lt;br /&gt;Master of illusion, sleight of hand&lt;br /&gt;The stages are empty when I steal the scenes&lt;br /&gt;A beggar for love... King of Dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-8558808276278357989?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/8558808276278357989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=8558808276278357989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/8558808276278357989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/8558808276278357989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/king-of-dreams.html' title='King Of Dreams'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-1035226821201986608</id><published>2008-11-12T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:03:25.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye</title><content type='html'>(Airey/Gillan/Glover/Morse/Paice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw a rock in the lake and it sank to the bottom&lt;br /&gt;The waves spread out but the rock got forgotten&lt;br /&gt;The ripples came back just as we feared&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the rock but the hole disappeared&lt;br /&gt;It’s somewhere in the middle some ways down&lt;br /&gt;The last guy that went looking almost certainly drowned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;He can kiss tomorrow goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I piss in the water and burn down the trees&lt;br /&gt;I watch as the creatures fall to their knees&lt;br /&gt;They ain’t got a clue as disaster looms&lt;br /&gt;They’re too busy choking on toxic fumes&lt;br /&gt;They got no hope and there’s no point running&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they do I keep on coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;They can kiss tomorrow goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;I did a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;I did a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;I did a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hallelujah and holy mackerel&lt;br /&gt;All we got left is a thief and a jackal&lt;br /&gt;The writing is big and it’s there on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Oh how the mighty empires fall&lt;br /&gt;Ther’s nothing to fix it’s much too late&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and prepare to meet your fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;Kiss tomorrow goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-1035226821201986608?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/1035226821201986608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=1035226821201986608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/1035226821201986608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/1035226821201986608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/kiss-tomorrow-goodbye.html' title='Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-1942667536384940365</id><published>2008-11-12T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:24:11.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kneel And Pray</title><content type='html'>You were good&lt;br /&gt;I was bad&lt;br /&gt;I just want everything you had&lt;br /&gt;Good loving is meant for two&lt;br /&gt;A bit for me and a bit for you&lt;br /&gt;Alright, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;C'mon and make my bed&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby, baby, I...c'mon&lt;br /&gt;Kneel and pray&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby this is what I say&lt;br /&gt;You did right, I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;Let me sing my simple song&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, oh please&lt;br /&gt;Oh tremble on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, I need you so&lt;br /&gt;Come in, come in, oh let us play with sin&lt;br /&gt;Alright, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Kneel and pray&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby this is what I say&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Lady, lady, lady&lt;br /&gt;You better turn around&lt;br /&gt;Look at the ground&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you found&lt;br /&gt;Aaah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel so good inside you&lt;br /&gt;Alright&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear you&lt;br /&gt;I can't see you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;You better turn around&lt;br /&gt;Look at the ground&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-1942667536384940365?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/1942667536384940365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=1942667536384940365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/1942667536384940365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/1942667536384940365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/kneel-and-pray.html' title='Kneel And Pray'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6942390540867228861</id><published>2008-11-12T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:23:10.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knocking At Your Back Door</title><content type='html'>Sweet Lucy was a dancer&lt;br /&gt;But none of us would chance her&lt;br /&gt;Because she was a Samurai&lt;br /&gt;She made electric shadows&lt;br /&gt;Beyond our fingertips&lt;br /&gt;And none of us could reach that high&lt;br /&gt;She came on like a teaser&lt;br /&gt;I had to touch and please her&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy a little paradise&lt;br /&gt;The log was in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;When Lucy met the Rockett&lt;br /&gt;And she never knew the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;With that smile on her face&lt;br /&gt;It's not the kill&lt;br /&gt;It's the thrill of the chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel it coming&lt;br /&gt;It's knocking at the door&lt;br /&gt;You know it's no good running&lt;br /&gt;It's not against the law&lt;br /&gt;The point of no return&lt;br /&gt;And now you know the score&lt;br /&gt;And now you're learning&lt;br /&gt;What's knockin' at your back door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Nancy was so fancy&lt;br /&gt;To get into her pantry&lt;br /&gt;Had to be the aristocracy&lt;br /&gt;The members that she toyed with&lt;br /&gt;At her city club&lt;br /&gt;Were something in diplomacy&lt;br /&gt;So we put her on the hit list&lt;br /&gt;Of a common cunning linguist&lt;br /&gt;A master of many tongues&lt;br /&gt;And now she eases gently&lt;br /&gt;From her Austin to her Bentley&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she feels so young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6942390540867228861?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/6942390540867228861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=6942390540867228861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6942390540867228861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6942390540867228861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/knocking-at-your-back-door.html' title='Knocking At Your Back Door'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-3201981577144257541</id><published>2008-11-12T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:26:50.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knockin' At Your Back Door</title><content type='html'>(BlackmoreGloverGillan)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Lucy was a dancer&lt;br /&gt;But none of us would chance her&lt;br /&gt;Because she was a Samurai&lt;br /&gt;She made electric shadows&lt;br /&gt;Beyond our fingertips&lt;br /&gt;And none of us could reach that high&lt;br /&gt;She came on like a teaser&lt;br /&gt;I had to touch and please her&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy a little paradise&lt;br /&gt;The log was in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;When Lucy met the Rockett&lt;br /&gt;And she never knew the reason why&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;With that smile on her face&lt;br /&gt;It's not the kill&lt;br /&gt;It's the thrill of the chase&lt;br /&gt;Feel it coming&lt;br /&gt;It's knocking at the door&lt;br /&gt;You know it's no good running&lt;br /&gt;It's not against the law&lt;br /&gt;The point of no return&lt;br /&gt;And now you know the score&lt;br /&gt;And now you're learning&lt;br /&gt;What's knockin' at your back door&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Nancy was so fancy&lt;br /&gt;To get into her pantry&lt;br /&gt;Had to be the aristocracy&lt;br /&gt;The members that she toyed with&lt;br /&gt;At her city club&lt;br /&gt;Were something in diplomacy&lt;br /&gt;So we put her on the hit list&lt;br /&gt;Of a common cunning linguist&lt;br /&gt;A master of many tongues&lt;br /&gt;And now she eases gently&lt;br /&gt;From her Austin to her Bentley&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she feels so young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-3201981577144257541?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/3201981577144257541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=3201981577144257541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3201981577144257541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3201981577144257541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/knockin-at-your-back-door.html' title='Knockin&apos; At Your Back Door'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6740628557036178983</id><published>2008-11-12T06:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:25:33.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Double Dealer</title><content type='html'>Get outta my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm gettin' tired of you&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no chance&lt;br /&gt;Doin' what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;I've been down down down down down&lt;br /&gt;Got to get my feet back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady double dealer&lt;br /&gt;Get outta my way&lt;br /&gt;Lady double dealer&lt;br /&gt;You got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Dealin' with second hand goods&lt;br /&gt;You wanted somethin' for nothin'&lt;br /&gt;Taking everything you could&lt;br /&gt;You been 'round--I got the news&lt;br /&gt;But you ain't waitin' 'round for me to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady double dealer&lt;br /&gt;Get outta my way&lt;br /&gt;Lady double dealer&lt;br /&gt;You got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I gave love to you&lt;br /&gt;Did what you wanted me to&lt;br /&gt;But all you did was bring me down&lt;br /&gt;So I just had to try&lt;br /&gt;Try to reason why&lt;br /&gt;You took advantage of my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two timin' woman&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to take me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You're a hard lover honey&lt;br /&gt;But you sure don't keep me satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there&lt;br /&gt;To try to make you see&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no woman gonna make a fool outta me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6740628557036178983?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/6740628557036178983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=6740628557036178983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6740628557036178983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/6740628557036178983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/lady-double-dealer.html' title='Lady Double Dealer'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-7262321349974686981</id><published>2008-11-12T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:27:58.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Luck</title><content type='html'>She was a juke-box dancer&lt;br /&gt;A blue eyed gypsy queen&lt;br /&gt;She always had an answer&lt;br /&gt;For what she'd done&lt;br /&gt;And where she'd been&lt;br /&gt;A feathercane Lady Midnight&lt;br /&gt;For all around to see&lt;br /&gt;She spoke with words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;And this is what she said to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady luck&lt;br /&gt;C'mon give me what I want&lt;br /&gt;Pull me up&lt;br /&gt;Lady luck&lt;br /&gt;If I see you again&lt;br /&gt;I will call you my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a sinner&lt;br /&gt;But then the lady came along&lt;br /&gt;She stole my heart and turned me 'round&lt;br /&gt;'Till I didn't know right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;She whispered words of kindness&lt;br /&gt;I'd never ever heard before&lt;br /&gt;Golden words and silver tongue&lt;br /&gt;Till I really couldn't take no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady luck&lt;br /&gt;C'mon give me what I want&lt;br /&gt;Pull me up&lt;br /&gt;Lady luck&lt;br /&gt;If I see you again&lt;br /&gt;I will call you my friend&lt;br /&gt;C'mon shake me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-7262321349974686981?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/7262321349974686981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=7262321349974686981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7262321349974686981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7262321349974686981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/lady-luck.html' title='Lady Luck'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-285002503802532621</id><published>2008-11-12T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:23:22.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalena</title><content type='html'>(Donovan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan's song done how we thought Donovan might like to have heard it. The only double tracking on this cut is the guitar passage at the end. The slightly "jazzy" feel to the organ is a bow in the direction of Donovan's mellow yellow days.&lt;br /&gt;When the sun goes to bed&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you raise your head&lt;br /&gt;That's your lot in life Lalena&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame you Lalena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arty Tart la de da&lt;br /&gt;Can your heart get much sadder&lt;br /&gt;That's your lot in life Lalena&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame you, oh, Lalena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run your hand through your hair&lt;br /&gt;Paint your face with despair&lt;br /&gt;That's your lot in life Lalena&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame you, oh, Lalena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run your hands through your hair&lt;br /&gt;Paint your face, pait you face up with despair&lt;br /&gt;That's your lot in life Lalena&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame you, oh lalena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun goes to bed&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you raise your head&lt;br /&gt;That's your lot in life Lalena&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame you Lalena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arty Tart Oh so la de da&lt;br /&gt;Can your part ever get, ever get much sadder&lt;br /&gt;That's your lot in life Lalena&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame you Lalena&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lalena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-285002503802532621?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/285002503802532621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=285002503802532621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/285002503802532621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/285002503802532621'/><link rel='alternate' 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it,&lt;br /&gt;you know I really need it.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on pushin' for more,&lt;br /&gt;lay down, stay down.&lt;br /&gt;I got something to find,&lt;br /&gt;there's one thing I really need.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you right now,&lt;br /&gt;lay down, stay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' for trouble, I guess that's right.&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I was taught to fight.&lt;br /&gt;It's been long gone since I had known,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm headin' for some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know you feel it,&lt;br /&gt;you know I really need it.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on pushin' for more,&lt;br /&gt;Lay down, stay down.&lt;br /&gt;I got something to find,&lt;br /&gt;there's one thing I really need.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you right now,&lt;br /&gt;lay down, stay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know you feel it,&lt;br /&gt;you know I really need it.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on pushin' for more,&lt;br /&gt;lay down, stay down.&lt;br /&gt;I got something to find,&lt;br /&gt;there's one thing I really need.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you right now,&lt;br /&gt;lay down, stay down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-7061760244775742861?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/7061760244775742861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=7061760244775742861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7061760244775742861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/7061760244775742861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/lay-down-stay-down.html' title='Lay Down Stay Down'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-2081491764350781298</id><published>2008-11-12T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:22:04.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>You're lazy just stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;You're lazy just stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;You don't want no money&lt;br /&gt;You don't want no bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw&lt;br /&gt;If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to live you don't want to cry no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my trying ain't done no good&lt;br /&gt;I said my trying ain't done no good&lt;br /&gt;You don't make no effort no not like you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy you just stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;Lazy you just stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;You don't want no money&lt;br /&gt;You don't want no bread&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-2081491764350781298?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/2081491764350781298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=2081491764350781298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2081491764350781298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2081491764350781298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-386847167241703848</id><published>2008-11-12T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:21:12.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lick It Up</title><content type='html'>My shoes are heavy&lt;br /&gt;My feet are winding down&lt;br /&gt;I look for her in comers&lt;br /&gt;But she's not around&lt;br /&gt;What I eat is eating me&lt;br /&gt;It hits me hard&lt;br /&gt;I'm one jack short of a royal flush&lt;br /&gt;A stranger holds the card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here come the salvation in the shape of my guitar&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna ride it like a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your money&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your soul&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a reason&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get right down and lick it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Mercy told me&lt;br /&gt;A picture never lies&lt;br /&gt;She told me no self respecting hero&lt;br /&gt;Ever cries&lt;br /&gt;The prisoner walks in circles&lt;br /&gt;The victim walks alone&lt;br /&gt;Scissors cut the paper&lt;br /&gt;The paper wraps the stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the entrance to the gates of paradise&lt;br /&gt;The lights go down the heat goes up that's when I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your money&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your soul&lt;br /&gt;I don't a reason&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get right down and lick it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my faith in fortune reaching for the sky&lt;br /&gt;The only game in town that gets me high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your money&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get right down and lick it up&lt;br /&gt;I don't want your soul&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get right down and lick it up&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a reason&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get right down and lick it up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-386847167241703848?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/386847167241703848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=386847167241703848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/386847167241703848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/386847167241703848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/lick-it-up.html' title='Lick It Up'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-8591717750441189258</id><published>2008-11-12T06:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:31:09.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Wreck</title><content type='html'>You came along for a weekend&lt;br /&gt;But you only stayed for one night&lt;br /&gt;You pulled off your hair&lt;br /&gt;You took out your teeth&lt;br /&gt;Oh I almost died of fright&lt;br /&gt;You'd better do something for your own sake&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's a shame&lt;br /&gt;Ah you know you're a living wreck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you were a virgin&lt;br /&gt;Full of promise and mystery&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you&lt;br /&gt;Would bring me down&lt;br /&gt;'Cos everyone calls you big G&lt;br /&gt;You'd better do something for your own sake&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's a shame&lt;br /&gt;Ah you know you're a living wreck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-8591717750441189258?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/8591717750441189258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=8591717750441189258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/8591717750441189258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/8591717750441189258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/living-wreck.html' title='Living Wreck'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6915301291075129376</id><published>2008-11-12T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:39:44.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen, Learn, Read On</title><content type='html'>In ages past when spells were cast&lt;br /&gt;In a time of men in steel&lt;br /&gt;When a man was taught no special thing&lt;br /&gt;It was all done by feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen, so learn, so read on&lt;br /&gt;You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the song of lovely Joan&lt;br /&gt;Her sound so sweet and clear&lt;br /&gt;In the courtroom of the King&lt;br /&gt;Among children and the peers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen, so learn, so read on&lt;br /&gt;You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now hear ye the words of Taliesyn, &lt;br /&gt;on the foaming beach of the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;in the day of trouble, &lt;br /&gt;I shall be of more service to thee&lt;br /&gt;than three hundred salmon..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hare he bounds across the page&lt;br /&gt;Past castles white and fair&lt;br /&gt;Past dreaming chessmen on their boards&lt;br /&gt;With a fool's mate as a snare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen, so learn, so read on&lt;br /&gt;You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three times I have been born&lt;br /&gt;I know this from meditation..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird he flies the distance&lt;br /&gt;From pages two to six&lt;br /&gt;Past minstrels in their boxes&lt;br /&gt;To the waters of the Styx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen, so learn, so read on&lt;br /&gt;You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take the pictures lightly&lt;br /&gt;Listen to their sound&lt;br /&gt;For from their coloured feeling&lt;br /&gt;Experience is found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen, so learn, so read on&lt;br /&gt;You gotta turn the page, read the Book of Taliesyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the sciences of the world are collected in my breast, &lt;br /&gt;for I know what has been, what is now, &lt;br /&gt;and what hereafter will occur..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6915301291075129376?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-3090103845081629036</id><published>2008-11-12T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:39:27.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loosen My Strings</title><content type='html'>Wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Get into bed&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I rest my head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no arrangement&lt;br /&gt;No time no place&lt;br /&gt;It's gone in the wind&lt;br /&gt;And left no trace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you&lt;br /&gt;You know you can&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it up to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You move with the action&lt;br /&gt;You loosen my strings&lt;br /&gt;Your fingers&lt;br /&gt;Can smooth out my jangles&lt;br /&gt;And all those things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease on the handle&lt;br /&gt;And the tangles&lt;br /&gt;In my hair&lt;br /&gt;They always seem&lt;br /&gt;To go together&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-3090103845081629036?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/3090103845081629036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=3090103845081629036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3090103845081629036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/3090103845081629036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Love child&lt;br /&gt;Always teasin' me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can ride your pony&lt;br /&gt;Day dream in fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I need more&lt;br /&gt;When I see you dance the seven veils&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-8005340001954696712?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/8005340001954696712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=8005340001954696712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/8005340001954696712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/8005340001954696712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-child.html' title='Love Child'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-2850915599599266206</id><published>2008-11-12T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:38:34.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Don't Mean A Thing</title><content type='html'>If I work hard every day&lt;br /&gt;For my money&lt;br /&gt;If I work my finger down to the bone&lt;br /&gt;That ain't funny&lt;br /&gt;Now if I see&lt;br /&gt;Something I can't buy&lt;br /&gt;I put a dollar down&lt;br /&gt;Then I try try try&lt;br /&gt;To get my money&lt;br /&gt;I need my money&lt;br /&gt;A woman who ain't got a dime&lt;br /&gt;I can't use her no&lt;br /&gt;If she ain't got no cash money&lt;br /&gt;I've got to refuse her&lt;br /&gt;I need a woman&lt;br /&gt;With a whole lotta will&lt;br /&gt;So she help me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Help me pay my bill&lt;br /&gt;I need my money&lt;br /&gt;I've got to have money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need lovin' to give me a livin'&lt;br /&gt;So don't ask me I don't need forgivin'&lt;br /&gt;I will stand up to count the cost&lt;br /&gt;But I know I won't stand the loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a woman&lt;br /&gt;With a whole lotta will&lt;br /&gt;She can help me pay my bill&lt;br /&gt;I need my money&lt;br /&gt;I want my money&lt;br /&gt;Before I say my prayers&lt;br /&gt;I count my money&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up&lt;br /&gt;It has to be there&lt;br /&gt;My money&lt;br /&gt;You see, love--it don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;When she loves you&lt;br /&gt;She can't bring, can't bring you no money&lt;br /&gt;I've got to have my money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' for lovin'&lt;br /&gt;I need a livin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-2850915599599266206?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/2850915599599266206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=2850915599599266206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2850915599599266206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2850915599599266206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-dont-mean-thing.html' title='Love Don&apos;t Mean A Thing'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-6273452331775862843</id><published>2008-11-12T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:38:15.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Conquers All</title><content type='html'>Feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;When you're closer to losing your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Than losing a friend&lt;br /&gt;Flying blind&lt;br /&gt;I'm shooting into the dark&lt;br /&gt;Who will I find&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl&lt;br /&gt;And if it takes me a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll tear down every wall&lt;br /&gt;Love conquers all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I rise with the sun&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say&lt;br /&gt;How the memories of feelings of love&lt;br /&gt;They linger on&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl&lt;br /&gt;And if it takes me forever&lt;br /&gt;I know it's worth every teardrop that falls&lt;br /&gt;Love conquers all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there's a place in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Where the wounds never heal&lt;br /&gt;Well you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;That's just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love conquers all&lt;br /&gt;This one will last a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;And if love conquers all&lt;br /&gt;This one will last forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-6273452331775862843?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/6273452331775862843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Love Help Me</title><content type='html'>Vibrant flashes in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Remind me of a foregone time&lt;br /&gt;Blackened faces, broken romance&lt;br /&gt;Blackened faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart has bled&lt;br /&gt;With memories of a love that's dead&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes happy then sad&lt;br /&gt;I need love, love help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Passing by the grounds of time]&lt;br /&gt;Memories that are only mine&lt;br /&gt;Looking for love, a brand new love&lt;br /&gt;Looking for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that are hard to see&lt;br /&gt;Finding a new love for me&lt;br /&gt;Someday she must come along&lt;br /&gt;I need love, love help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need love to come home&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there must be one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping someday for good news&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that girl to choose&lt;br /&gt;Only hoping, all I can do&lt;br /&gt;Only hoping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she must come along&lt;br /&gt;A girl as pretty as a song&lt;br /&gt;A woman just there for me&lt;br /&gt;I need love, love help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibrant flashes in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Remind me of a foregone time&lt;br /&gt;Blackened faces, broken romance&lt;br /&gt;Blackened faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart has bled&lt;br /&gt;With memories of a love that's dead&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes happy then sad&lt;br /&gt;I need love, love help me&lt;br /&gt;I need love, love help me&lt;br /&gt;I need love, love help me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-2752820133358661862?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/2752820133358661862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643966098553157738&amp;postID=2752820133358661862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2752820133358661862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643966098553157738/posts/default/2752820133358661862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-help-me.html' title='Love Help Me'/><author><name>wisdomquest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643966098553157738.post-2536281645276025618</id><published>2008-11-12T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:35:19.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is All</title><content type='html'>Everybody's got to live together&lt;br /&gt;All the people got to understand&lt;br /&gt;So, love your neighbour&lt;br /&gt;Like you love your brother&lt;br /&gt;Come on and join the band&lt;br /&gt;Well, all you need is love and understanding&lt;br /&gt;Ring the bell and let the people know&lt;br /&gt;We're so happy and we're celebratin'&lt;br /&gt;Come on and let your feelings show&lt;br /&gt;Love is all, well love is all,&lt;br /&gt;Love is all, can't you hear the call&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love is all you need&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need at the Butterfly Ball&lt;br /&gt;Ain't you happy that we're all together&lt;br /&gt;At the ball in nature's countryside&lt;br /&gt;And although we're wearing different faces&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to hide&lt;br /&gt;Love is all and all is love and&lt;br /&gt;It's easy, yes it's so easy&lt;br /&gt;At the Butterfly Ball where love is all&lt;br /&gt;And it's so easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love and understanding&lt;br /&gt;Hey, ring the bell and let the people know&lt;br /&gt;We're so happy and we're celebratin'&lt;br /&gt;Let your feelings show&lt;br /&gt;Love is all, yes love is all at the Butterfly Ball&lt;br /&gt;Love is big, love is small&lt;br /&gt;Love is free, love is all&lt;br /&gt;At the Butterfly Ball&lt;br /&gt;When you back's to the wall&lt;br /&gt;When you're starting to fall&lt;br /&gt;You got something to lean on&lt;br /&gt;Love is everything&lt;br /&gt;It can make you sing at the Butterfly Ball&lt;br /&gt;Love is all, I say love is all, yes love is all&lt;br /&gt;At the Butterfly Ball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643966098553157738-2536281645276025618?l=deeppurplelines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeppurplelines.blogspot.com/feeds/2536281645276025618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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