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Deep Purple in Rock

Deep Purple

℗ 1970 Harvest Records SHVL 777

Deep Purple • 1970 • Deep Purple in Rock

«Deep Purple in Rock» (also known as «In Rock») is an album by English rock band DEEP PURPLE. It was their fourth studio album, and the first with the classic lineup.

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Speed King

(Ritchie Blackmore — Ian Gillan — Roger Glover — Jon Lord — Ian Paice)

Good Golly, said little Miss Molly
When she was rockin' in the house of blue light
Tutti Frutti was oh so rooty
When she was rockin' to the east and west
Lucille was oh so real
When she didn't do her daddy's will
Come on baby, drive me crazy--do it, do it

I'm a speed king, you got to hear me sing
I'm a speed king, see me fly

Saturday night and I just got paid
Gonna fool about, ain't gonna save
People gonna rock, people gonna roll
Gonna have a party to save my soul
Hard headed woman and a soft hearted man
They been causing trouble since it all began
Take a little rice, take a little beans
Gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans

I'm a speed king, you got to hear me sing
I'm a speed king, see me fly

Good Golly, said little Miss Molly
When she was rockin' in the house of blue light
Tutti Frutti was oh so rooty
Rockin' to the east and west
Hard headed woman and a soft hearted man
They been causing trouble since it all began
Take a little rice, take a little beans
Gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans

I'm a speed king, you got to hear me sing
I'm a speed king, see me fly
Speed king, you got to hear me sing
I'm a speed king, see me
I'm a speed king, you got to hear me sing
I'm a speed king, see me oh

Bloodsucker

(Ritchie Blackmore — Ian Gillan — Roger Glover — Jon Lord — Ian Paice)

Gotta black breast Chinese eyes
Got an English brain that's gonna make me wise
Got a long story that I wanna tell
To a rhythm that I know so well
Really got a lot of lovin' that I wanna give
Baby, I'm a mystery but you know I gotta live
I tried another but she didn't want to know
Ah, no no no

Take a hold now if you can
Take a lesson from a hard lovin' man
I'm a long way from where I wanna go
Guess I'll stay a while, I really love you so
How's about another sip of all the wine you got
Take a tip from me and give it here, I'll drink the lot
I'm not a winey, I'm a-puttin' on a show
Ah, no no no

You really grab me but I've gotta move
Before they know I'm here and spread the news
Maybe in a while when I've moved around
I can find a way to pay you back your twenty pounds
Really got a lot of lovin' that I wanna give
Baby, I'm a mystery but you know I gotta live
I tried another but she didn't want to know
Ah, no no no

Gotta black breast Chinese eyes
Got an English brain that's gonna make me wise
Got a long story that I wanna tell
To a rhythm that I know so well
Really got a lot of lovin' that I wanna give
Baby, I'm a mystery but you know I gotta live
I tried another but she didn't want to know
Ah, no no no

Child in Time

(Ritchie Blackmore — Ian Gillan — Roger Glover — Jon Lord — Ian Paice)

Sweet child in time
You'll see the line
The line that's drawn between
Good and bad

See the blind man
Shooting at the world
Bullets flying
Oh, taking toll

If you've been bad
Oh Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit
Oh, by flying lead

You'd better close your eyes
Ooh, bow your head
Wait for the ricochet

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah, I wanna hear you sing

Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah

Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah

Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah

Sweet child in time
You'll see the line
The line that's drawn between
Good and bad

See the blind man
Shooting at the world
Bullets flying
Mmm, taking toll

If you've been bad
Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit
Oh, by flying lead

You'd better close your eyes
Ooh, bow your head
Wait for the ricochet

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah, I gotta hear you sing

Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah

Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Aah

Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah

Oh, oh, oh
Oh no
Oh, oh no, oh
Uh, uh
Ain't gonna do, oh no!
Oh, oh no!
Ah, ah, oh
Ah! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh, ah!
Ah!

Flight of the Rat

(Ritchie Blackmore — Ian Gillan — Roger Glover — Jon Lord — Ian Paice)

Spread the word around
The rat is leaving town
The message is a song
The misery is gone
Ooh, yes it is

Once I had a dream
To sing before the queen
She didn't want to know
She wouldn't see the show

What a fright
I couldn't do it right
Ooh, what a night
Ooh, what a night

Mystic demons fly
All about the sky
With memories of a clown
The saddest show in town

When I was seventeen
My mother said to me
Be careful what you touch
You shouldn't take so much

I blew my mind
She was so kind
I could have cried

Ooh, in my mind
I had to find
A kind of new way
Of being, oh, so cool
Like a blue-blooded
Well-studied English fool

Speak about the past
Times are changing fast
Once I was so weak
I couldn't even speak
(Not a word)

Shaking put a curse
Nothing could be worse
Walking through the door
Who could ask for more?

Now I'm free
And I can see
That I am me

Spread the word around
The rat is leaving town
The message is a song
The misery is gone

Shaking out a curse
Nothing could be worse
Walking through the door
Who could ask for more

Now I'm free
And I can see
That I am me
Yes, I am me

Into the Fire

(Ritchie Blackmore — Ian Gillan — Roger Glover — Jon Lord — Ian Paice)

Take the trouble to decide the things you do
Will not be the things that don't appeal to you
See the mess you're makin', can't you see you're fakin'
Gonna make it hard for you, you're gonna — into the fire

Turn on to the mandrake that was given to you
See if you can make it like the others do
Feel the blood a-knockin' when you're finger poppin'
Gonna make it hard for you, you're gonna — into the fire

Stop your bleeding mind before it's over and done
Listen very closely to the message I've sung
Feel the blood a-knockin' when you're finger poppin'
Gonna get a message through, you're gonna — into the fire

Living Wreck

(Ritchie Blackmore — Ian Gillan — Roger Glover — Jon Lord — Ian Paice)

You came along for a weekend
But you only stayed for one night
You took off your hair
You pulled out your teeth
Oh, I almost died of fright
You'd better do something for your own sake
Yes it's a shame
Ah you know you're a living wreck

You said you were a virgin
Full of promise and mystery
But I know that you
Would bring me down
'Cause everyone calls you big G
You'd better do something for your own sake
Yes it's a shame
Ah you know you're a living wreck

You said you're gonna love me
You said you're gonna set me free
But I knew that you would bring me down
And cause me misery
You'd better do something for your own sake
Yes it's a shame
Ah you know you're a living wreck

Hard Lovin' Man

(Ritchie Blackmore — Ian Gillan — Roger Glover — Jon Lord — Ian Paice)

Reak my back with hard lovin'
Take my hand and keep movin'
Don't slow down, we're nearly there now
Oh, can you stand the pain?
I'm a hard lovin' man

What's your name?
It's all right now
Trick or treat, we're uptight now
Wanna feel ya
I wanna hear ya
Oh, here we go again
I'm a hard lovin' man

Come back here, it's not over
Can't you see there's still time, girl
I can last, make if fast now
Oh, gotta catch a train
I'm a hard lovin' man