Fireball

Ritchie Blackmore (gtr), Ian Gillan (vcl), Roger Glover (bss), Jon Lord (kbr) and Ian Paice (drm).
Recorded between February and September 1971 in London.
Engineered by Martin Birch, Lou Austin and Alan O'Duffy. Produced by Deep Purple.
US May 1971 Warner Bros BS-2564 [1LP; US version]

Fireball Fireball
No no no
Demon's eye Demon's eye
Anyone's daughter
The mule
Fools
No One Came


Fireball

by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice
The golden light above you show me where you're from
The magic in your eye bewitches all you gaze upon
You stand upon your hill and behop all around you
They wonder where you're from oh yeah they wonder where I found you
Oh my love it's a long way where you're from, it's a long way

I tried to understand you, I tried to love you right
The way you smile and touch me always sets my heart alight
Your lips are like a fire burning through my soul
And people ask me where you're from, they really wanna know
Oh my soul it's a long way where you're from, it's a long way

Aah magic woman wreckin' up my soul
Things you tell me have never been told
Magic woman I don't know
Electric before me, I love you so I love you so... Oooh!

You're racing like a fireball, dancing like a ghost
You're gemini and I don't know which one I like the most
My head is getting broken and my mind is getting bust
But now I'm coming with you down the road of golden dust
Oh my love it's a long way where you're from, it's a long way

The golden light above you show me where you're from
The magic in your eye bewitches all you gaze upon
You stand upon your hill bebop all around you
They wonder where you're from oh yeah they wonder where I found you
Oh my love it's a long way where you're from, it's a long way
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No no no

by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice
Really hate the running, really hate the game
Looking at them all, I wanna be unborn again
Their suit is getting tighter although they're getting thin
The flies are crawling on their face and trying to get in
People say that we're to blame
I say no no no it's just the game

Must we let them fool us? No no no
Have we got our freedom? No no no
Is it getting better? No no no
Do we love each other? No no no
Must we wait forever? No no no no no no

Heads are getting stronger, bodies getting weak
Looking at them all, it feels good to be a freak
Their hands are getting closer, they're reaching out so far
The greenies gonna get them, make them serve stars yeah
Tell them how it is they say no no no
We know it all, we know it all

Must we let them fool us? No no no
Have we got our freedom? No no no
Is it getting better? No no no
Do we love each other? No no no no
Must we wait forever? No no no no no

Washing's getting dirty, air is getting thin
It's all in such a mess that no one knows where to begin
They talk about creating but all they do is kill
They say they're gonna mend it but they never will
Poison in the rain but they say no no no
We ain't to blame, it ain't us

Must we let them fool us? No no no
Have we got our freedom? No no no
Is it getting better? No no no
Do we love each other? No no no
Must we wait forever? No no no no... Nooo!
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Demon's eye

by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice
I don't mind just what you say
I never heard you baby never heard you anyway yeah
I don't care what you do
Just so long yeah it ain't me and you
Sly, sly... Ouh like a demon's eye

Everything's good, I said everything's fine
You don't know, don't know it's the end of your time
How does it feel to be turned away?
I've known it baby almost every day
Sly, sly... Mmm like a demon's eye

I don't need you anymore
I don't want you baby hanging 'round my door
You slip and slide 'round my brain
You think you're so clever yeah but you know you're insane
Sly, sly... Like a demon's eye

I d-d-don't mind just what you say
I never heard you, I never heard you anyway, no I didn't
Everything's good, everything's fine
You don't know it's the end of your time yeah
Sly, sly... Like a demon's eye

Like a demon's eye oh oh yeah
You're so sly baby yeah oooh yeah...
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Anyone's daughter

by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice
Well I stood under your bedroom window throwing up a brick
No one came, I threw one more, that really did the trick
Your daddy came and banged my head, he said what kind of man
Is this that's hanging 'round my girl? ha threw me in the can
You're a farmer's daughter, you're a farmer's daughter
Why do I always get the kinda girl I didn't oughta get?
I won't get no more eggs and water
Now I've laid the farmer's daughter

Imagine I was a full-grown man and I could talk just right
Could I come and see you here and do this every night?
Wham! The door comes crashing down, your daddy's face all pale
Says come with me you hairy bum, I'll put you in my jail
You're a judge's daughter, you're a judge's daughter
Why do I always get the kinda girl I didn't oughta get?
Now I'm getting jail and torture
'Cos I made the judge's daughter
Yes I did! It was nice!

It seems they're screaming law and order
When I go with anyone's daughter

Woman I should like some peace and daddy hold your tongue
I think you're gonna die of fright when I tell you what I've done
I can hear your tales and lies, you say I'm dumb and scraggy
But man this dumb and scraggy is your daughter's baby's daddy
She's a lucky daughter, such a lucky daughter
Why did I always get the kinda girl I didn't wanna get?
Now I've got what I always fought for
'Cos I've married a rich man's daughter
Ha! What d'ya think of that?
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The mule

by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice
No one sees the things you do 
Because I stand in front of you
But you drive me all the time
Put the evil in my mind
Used to sing and say my prayers
Live my life without a care
Now I have become a fool 
Because I listened to the mule
How can I change when my mind is a friend of a Lucifer hid in the ground?
Just another slave for the mule
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Fools

by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice
I'm crying - I'm dying

I can see what's wrong with me, it's in my head
I can't see what's gonna be as I lie in my bed
Man is not my brotherhood, I am of the dead
I died as I lived as I loved and was born on some distant hill
The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried
The fools pass laughing still

There can be bad blood in all and I can see it's in my brain
You don't know the pain i feel as I must live again
Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but tears will leave a stain
They smile to themselves as they lay down my head on some distant hill
The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye
Fools smile as they kill

I got my own way to go and now I want to take your minds
I believe if you could see the blood between the lines
I believe that you could be a better kind
Please lead the way so the unborn can play on some greener hill
Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains
Fools die laughing still
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No One Came

by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice
Maybe it's because I'm only started that I think it won't take too long
Maybe it's because I can see you laughing that I think you've got it wrong
Maybe I could be like Robin Hood, like and outlaw dressed all in green
Someone said "What's he gonna turn out like?" Ha! 
And someone else said "Never mind!"

Well I was big and bold and more than twice as old as all the cats I'd ever seen
I grew my hair and bought a suit of shiny white (or was it cream)
I shook and shivered and danced and quivered and stood on a mountain top, woah
No one came from miles around and said "Man, your music is really hot!"

Well I knew what they meant because I was a freak ah my throat was tired and worn
My pretty face just looked out of place as they poured on the scorn
I wrote on yellow paper from a man who was the king
He said "My boy, we'll have some crazy scenes!"
There weren't any scenes at all like he was talkin' about
Yeah he must've been the king of queens

Well I could write a million songs about the things I've done
But I could never sing them so they'd never get sung
There's a law for the rich and one for the poor
And there's another one for singers, it's 'Die young and live much longer'
And 'Spend your money and sit and wonder'
No one came for miles around and said "Man, your music is really funky!"

Well I believe that I must tell the truth and say things as they really are
But if I told the truth and nothing but the truth, could I ever be a star?
Nobody knows who's real and who's faking, everyone's shouting out loud
It's only the glitter and shine that gets through
Where's my Robin Hood outfit?

Well I've come and I've gone before you wink an eye
No one even cared enough to say goodbye
The money's good and the times you have, fun and games galore
But you spend your money and lie in bed forgotten
And you wonder what you did it for
No one came from miles around and said "Man, who's he?" Ha!
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