Purpendicular

Ian Gillan (vcl), Roger Glover (bss), Jon Lord (kbr), Steve Morse (gtr) and Ian Paice (drm).
Recorded at Greg Rike studios in Orlando, Florida, from February to October 1995. Mixed at Parc Studios in Orlando, Florida. Mixed and engineered by Darren Schneider and Keith Andrews.
Produced by Deep Purple.
Europe Feb 1996 BMG/RCA Records 74321338022 [1CD]

Vavoom: Ted the Mechanic
Loosen my strings
Soon Forgotten
Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming
Cascades: I'm Not Your Lover
The Aviator
Rosa's Cantina
A Castle Full of Rascals
A Touch Away
Hey Cisco
Somebody Stole My Guitar
The Purpendicular Waltz


Vavoom: Ted the Mechanic

by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
He was playing pool and drinking beer 
Nothing more'n the occasional tear
But this man's life goes on 
He gets greased all over from time to time
At the strip joint, where we met
He said: "Hi! My name is Ted
See that one over there, that ball of thunder?
Every time she goes Vavoom, I wiggle in my chair
Eh oh can I buy you a beer?"
Erh what a guy!

"Well I've had a few myself" he said
"But I never quit when I'm ahead
Too many rules and regulations, stupid laws designed by fools behind closed doors
And another thing I won't discuss is religion, it always causes a fight"
Vavoom
"There she goes again"
Huh ah how does she do that, Ted?

Yeah! Aaaah haah!

And he told me of those injustices that he had suffered in his life
His wife and kids and boss and dogs and neighbours raising cain and causing strife
They were forever whining, bleating, howling, yapping, screeching, moaning, crying
Vavoom
He fed them well 
Aaaah he keep them warm
Ted - Ted the Mechanic

Thing about Ted, didn't really care
Nothing much got in his hair
The beauty of it was that he was right
He was big as a truck, fast as a door (what's that?)
He was always right
The banjo player took a hike
And what's that song I used to like
Vavoom
Big as a truck 
Uh he was fast as a door
Ted - What a guy!
Mmm top man, our Ted
Top man, our Ted
Top man, our Ted
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Loosen my strings

by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
Wake up in the morning, get into bed
Closing my eyes, I rest my head

There is no arrangement, no time and no place
It's gone in the wind and left no trace ooh ouh

Who can say, maybe or whatever, it's up to you
You know you can trust me and I'll make it up to you

You move with the action, you loosen my strings
Your fingers can smooth out my jangles and all those things

The grease on the handle and the tangles in my hair
They always seem to go together - I don't care

Who can say, maybe or whatever, it's up to you
You know you can trust me and I'll make it up to you

The grease on the handle and the tangles in my hair
They always seem to go together - I don't care
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Soon Forgotten

by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
Oouh... 

Sometimes I sit and wonder 
Sometimes I just sit 
I hope you all know what you're doing 
Anyway, who is driving this thing? 

Did you know the warriors of the flat earth 
Have become the tyrants of the globe? 
It's round about that time again 
She cried "It's all for one of my friends" 

All my dreams are forgotten when you leave me on the shelf 
I can think of nothing better than to sit here by myself 

Least remembered, soon forgotten 
Didn't matter anyway 
How can I ever miss you if you never go away? 

I'm amazed by the way how are you 
I'm amazed how could you 
It wasn't that good to start with 
Anyway, nothing's quite that simple 

Did you know the warriors of the flat earth 
Have become the tyrants of the globe? 
It's round about that time again 
She cried "It's all for one of my friends" 

All my dreams are forgotten when you leave me on the shelf 
I can think of nothing better than to sit here by myself 

Sometimes I sit and wonder 
Sometimes I just sit 
I hope you all know what you're doing 
Anyway, who is driving this thing? 

Least remembered, soon forgotten 
Didn't matter anyway 
How can I ever miss you if you never go away?
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Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming

by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
While you were out... the message says 
You left a number an' I tried to call 
But they wrote it down in a perfect Spanish scrawl 
Perfect Spanish scrawl 

Yet again, I'm missing you 
King size bed in a hotel someplace 
I hear your name, I see your face 
I see your face 

Yeah... 
Back street dolls and the side door Johnnies 
Wide eyed boys with their bags full of money 
Back in the alley going bang to the wall 
Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl 
Heaven wouldn't be so high, I know 
If the times gone by hadn't been so low 
Best laid plans come apart at the seams 
Shatter all my dreams 

Sometimes I feel like screaming, close my eyes 
It's times like this my head goes down 
The only thing I know is the name of this town 
Name of this town 

Yet again, I'm missing you 
Won't be long, I'm coming home 
'Til that distant time, I'll be moving on 
I'll be moving on 

Back street dolls and the side door Johnnies 
And the wide eyed boys with their bags full of money 
Back in the alley going bang to the wall 
Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl 
Heaven wouldn't be so high, I know 
If the times gone by hadn't been so low 
Best laid plans come apart at the seams 
Shatter my dreams 

It's all in the mind
Ouh it's all in the mind
It's all in the mind 
It's all in the mind 
Ouh 

Back street dolls and the side door Johnnies 
   It's all in the mind
Wide eyed boys with their bags full of money 
Back in the alley going bang to the wall 
   Aaah...
Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl 
Heaven wouldn't be so high, I know 
   All in the mind
If the times gone by hadn't been so low 
Best laid plans come apart at the seams 
   Aaah...
Shatter my dreams
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Cascades: I'm Not Your Lover

by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
mumble mumble 

You know I'm not your lover now 
It might as well be said 
And then you say you're leaving 
Or maybe I'm just hanging on a thread 
I gave you everything 
It didn't seem that much 
You gave me your opinion 
With the usual heavy handed touch 

What can I do about the rain that falls on you 
I'm not your lover now 
I'm not your lover now 

What can I do about the rain that falls on you 
I'm not your lover now 
I'm not your lover now 

My head is spinning endlessly 
My senses won't react 
Then I'm falling through a black hole 
Part of me is never coming back 
How you can lose a thing you never really had 
And you always hurt the one you love 
And you just love to hurt me bad 

What can I do about the rain that falls on you 
I'm not your lover now 
I'm not your lover now 

What can I do about the sky that falls on you 
I'm not your lover 
I'm not your lover 

You really must be going now 
By god, is that the time? 
Let me put you out of my misery 
They call it being cruel to be kind 
I only insult my friends 
The rest can go to hell 
You can read it anyway you want 
Oh well, you're not so bad yourself 

What can I do about the rain that falls on you 
I'm not your lover now 
I'm not your lover now 

What can I do about the rain that falls on you 
I'm not your lover now 
I'm not your lover now 

What can I do about the rain that falls on you 
I'm not your lover now 
I'm not your lover now 

What can I do about the rain that falls on you 
I'm not your lover now 
I'm not your lover now
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The Aviator

by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
Riding on the moonpath in the silver of the night 
The fragrance on the air was of another time 
I cried in all my innocence, you were dressed in white 
even if I'd had the strength, I couldn't move to save my life 

The fear and the thrill of the beast at the window 
The shivers and the chills on the hottest of nights 
He walked right through my open door 
As I began to run, he threw some gold upon the floor 
And said "There's plenty more where that came from" 

I'm tired of the bombs 
I'm tired of the bullets 
I'm the aviator 
A dream's a dream whatever it seems 
Whatever it seems 

I flew along the lighted streets, I flew above the town 
I flew in ever rising circles ever further from the ground 
As I begin to lose my breath faces turn a spin 
A distant corner of the room will open up and let me in 

I'm tired of the news 
I'm tired of the weather 
I'm the aviator 
A dream's a dream whatever they say 
Whatever they say 

Oooh 

I flew along the lighted streets, I flew above the town 
I flew in ever rising circles ever further from the ground 
I cried in all my innocence, you were dressed in white 
And even if I'd had the strength, I couldn't move to save my life 

I'm tired of the bombs 
Tired of the bullets 
Tired of the crazies on TV 
I'm the aviator 
A dream's a dream whatever it seems 

And I'm tired of the news 
Tired of the weather 
Tired of the same thing every day 
I'm the aviator 
A dream's a dream whatever they say 
Whatever they say
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Rosa's Cantina

by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
Going to Rosa's Cantina 
Going to Rosa's Cantina 
Hoping that she's still there 
Going to Rosa's Cantina 

Might have been the dust in my eyes 
Might have been the dust in my eyes 
Could have been the neon cactus 
Lighting up the desert sky 
Must have been the dust in my eyes 

Some would call it suicide 
Some would call it suicide 
I would call it paradise 
Some would call it suicide 

Dancing on the table 
Dancing on the table 
Dancing on the table 
When she's drunker than she's able 
Dancing on the table 

Some would call it suicide 
I would call it paradise 
Some would call it hell on earth 

Is she right? Is she wrong? 
Will she sing another song? 
Wicked as it seems right now 

Rosa wants her baby back 
Rosa wants her baby back 
Since he's gone she's losing track 
Rosa wants her baby back 

Easy with that Cadillac 
Easy with that Cadillac 
Easy with that Cadillac 
Some of this and some of that 
Pass me that Cadillac
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A Castle Full of Rascals

by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
Nothing here for me today 
Garbaggio from the men in grey 
Don't do this, you can't do that 
What's the point, what's the matter, anyway 
Fat cat's licking cream 
Dirty business, hard and mean 
You got narrow eyes and hungry days 
There's got to be a better way 

Something here about my face 
Somehing make you think I got time to waste 
What you doing standing there 
Why don't you call someone who cares 
Fat cats all the same 
Easy answers, just a game 
Another day nothing changes 
Oh there's got to be a better way 
Got to be a better way 

Oooh... 

A glistening of questioners prepared the inquisition 
While jackals in the shadows manoeuvre for position 
A fundament of righteous men, a barrow ideals 
The carriage of misjustice crushes all beneath it's wheels 

Conspiracies of silence within the temple walls 
Graveyards full of promises that no one can recall 
A castle full of rascals, a fortress full of thieves 
A parliament of silver tongues that latter to deceive aah 

Oh my darling Carolina 
If you get the chance to walk behind her 
She's so clean, you see no splash 
Just the Texas chainsaw massacre 
Fat cat's got to go 
I'm rockin' and rollin' from my headache to my toes 
She's trying to set the world on fire 
Up there in her Ivory tower 

Ooh got to be a better way 
Aaah got to be a better way 
Got to be a better way ouh...
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A Touch Away

by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
Mother Nature's been good to me
That's why I'm sitting in this cherry tree
But it's alright, it's alright
It's not so bad, I'm just a touch away

Shady lady from shady lane
Lying in my bed again
And it's alright, feels good
It's not so bad when she's just a touch away

Nothing much is all I ask
And it's alright, oh yes
Light as a feather, o-oh yes

Like a rosebud when the sun is high
She opens up before my eyes
And the light falls on her wet skin
It's alright, I'm just a touch away

Nothing much is all I know
And it's alright, oh yes
Light as a feather and just a touch away

Put a finger to her lips again
She cries with pleasure, cries with pain
And it's alright, feels good
It's not so bad, just a touch away

Nothing much is all I know
Not too fast and not too slow
It's alright, oh yes
Soft as a feather and just a touch away
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Hey Cisco

by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
Watch him ride into the sunset 
He'd have the little fat guy right along his side 
Echoing off the canyon, Hey Cisco from Pancho 
N' pretty soon the black sombrero would reply 
Hey Pancho, what's happening, mi amigo 
It's getting somewhere near the end, this winding trail 
When we've raced around the corner for the final dusty time 
Mr Renaldo 'n' Carillo's going to jail 

What they doing to my friend 
What they doing to my man 
Don't matter when, I'll stay to the end 
Hey Cisco, let's go out in style 
Going down together 
Going down together 
Going down together 
Going down 

Can't open no more supermarkets 
Duncan's sombrero's hanging up there with his guns 
Some cigarro sucking slag under a chip Hollywood chandelier 
Says "Cisco kid, you know your day is done" 
Let me know how you are doin', Mr Renaldo 
If you need me I could be a friend for life 
There don't seem any point, we should throw 'way all these years 
Why don't we saddle up and ride out one more time 

What they doing to my friend 
What they doing to my man 
Don't matter when, I'll stay to the end 
Hey Cisco, let's go out in style 
Going down together 
Going down together 
Going down together 
Going down 

What they doing to my friend 
What they doing to my man 
Don't matter when, I'll stay to the end 
Hey Cisco, let's go out in style 

What they doing to my friend 
What they doing to my man 
Don't matter when, I'll stay to the end 
Hey Cisco, let's go out in style 
Going down together 
Going down together 
Going down together 
Going down
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Somebody Stole My Guitar

by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
Remind me to tell you 'bout the old silver miner 
Name of Hard Rock Pete, had his house built on a slope 
They say one of his legs lived in Calico 
And there's a rumour going round that the other lived in hope 
So I walked in the room and I stopped 
I turned around and looked over my shoulder 
And a voice close beside me said 
"You'd better watch your head, the party is over" 

Somebody stole my guitar 
They took it from the back seat of my car 

It wasn't long before the waitress came over and said 
"Can I freshen up your drink? 
And have you heard of these boys? 
And if you feel inclined to buy some cowboy boots? 
Well it's not that bad, we can talk above the noice" 
So I sucked on my beer 
Shut my eyes and tried to listen to the words 
I know I missed the meaning 
But the message was something I'd already heard 

Somebody stole my guitar 
They took it from the back seat of my car 

Johnny Ringo's voice is getting deeper 
And now he's going to put another lock on the door 
The night is getting later, my head is getting lighter 
The mood is getting darker, Tequila being poured 
So I smile at the old gunslinger 
In his frame on the wall as he pushed back his hat 
And it's all coming back 
I'd cut a long story short but it's much too late for that 

Somebody stole my guitar 
They took it from the back seat of my car 

I was sleeping in Memphis in my hotel room 
Somebody stole my guitar
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The Purpendicular Waltz

by Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Steve Morse and Ian Paice
Yey-yeah! 

Put your money down, take your choice
That's the way it is every time with these boys
And you sense no shame and you feel no disgrace
Somebody wins, somebody loses - it's a dirty dirty race
Oh my life, it's a dog's life
Yeah...

One empty Monday out of the blue
Took a good luck turn and started something new
Out of the gutter, out of the rain
Out of my head and I'm feeling no pain
Oh my life, it's a dog's life

Mmm ah ouh...

Ducking in the shadows, diving in the dark
Rolling with the punches, striking at the heart
Touching all the senses, breaking those taboos
Bursting at the seams, blowing all my fuses

The turning of a page, burning of a book
If you're talking out of turn, just the way you look

When the time is right but the shape is wrong
And you find yourself where you don't belong
Back to reality, back on the line
Mmm back into this and you'll feel no pain
Oh my life, you wanna do it once again, ooh
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