Adoro!

Deep Purple - Knocking At Your Back Door

As minhas 10 deep purple

X - Anya - X

IX - Strangeways - IX

VIII- Hush - VIII

VII - Woman from Tokyo - VII

VI - Hallelujah - VI

V - Son of Aleric - V

IV - Perfect Strangers - IV

III - Sometimes I feel like screaming - III

II - Never Before - II

I - Smoke on the Water (Rock Aid Armenia) - I

Deep Purple - Hallelujah

Gillan  in the beginning

...When a blind man cries

Lord, he feels it from his soul


DEEP PURPLE

Um carinho para os meus ouvidos: Son of Aleric do Purple.

Herr Bdwg:

Can you remember remember my name
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold spirits of ice
All my life
I am the echo of your past

I am returning the echo of a point in time

Distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life
Shadows of another day

And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers

I know I must remain inside this silent well of sorrow

A strand of silver hanging through the sky
Touching more than you see
The voice of ages in your mind
Is aching with the dead of the night
Precious life (your tears are lost in
falling rain)

And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers

{Perfect Strangers} Blackmore/Glover/Gillan dEEp pURplE

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I am a preacher with a message for my people
Over the world, scratching on the ground
Looking for the peace that nobody has found

I am the spokesman for a better way of living
Love is the word and it can be heard
If you are young the message can be sung

Wow, let me hear you sing
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Oh, tell it to the man who's power is the sermon on the wall
Tell it to the man who says you can misjudge them all
Tell it so it can be heard above the wailing of the crowd
Tell it on the fields of war and hope you'll soon be justified

There is a better way of life and it's not so hard to find
If you live and let the people in your own world, ah, speak its mind

For I am a pupil who sells his life for freedom
All over the world and it can be heard
If you are young the message can be sung

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, ah

Esta foi a estréia do Gillan no Deep Purple.

Tava vendo de manhã o DVD do Deep Purple.
Em 1984, quando eles voltaram e nos anos seguintes começei a conhecer mais o som, Brasil sempre tava atrasado.
Já curti bastante, aí vai a letra de uma canção que eu gosto muito:




Wasted Sunsets

The day is gone when the angels come to stay
And all the silent whispers will be blown away
And lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes
Hanging on the wall gold and silver for the blues

One too many wasted sunsets
One too many for the road
And after dark the door is always open
Hoping someone else will show

Someone is waiting behind an unlocked door
Grey circles overhead empties on the floor
The cracks in the walls have grown too long
The slow hand is dragging on afraid to meet the dawn

One too many wasted sunsets
One too many for the road
And after dark the door is always open
Hoping someone else will show