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Ian Gillan
Ian Gillan




Альбом Ian Gillan


The Best Of Ian Gillan (1992)
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I can't lose
Don't want to change my situation
I can't lose
Got this strange infatuation
When my seeds were sown
Then the cold wind blowing in my face
My life was just confusion
And when I roll my eyes they say
I've lost my sense of reason
And one day my woman said to me
You're almost human
Hang me out to dry

I can't lose
When I travel down my own road
I can't lose
You don't know the things that I know
And when the rain comes down
I see the lights in town gently calling
But I have to keep on walking
And when the dogs are howling
At the full moon
I start falling
And my head that's almost human
Reaches out and keeps me talking
Hang me out to dry

I can't lose
When it's ripped down to the bone
I can't lose
A better time I've never known
When my seeds were sown
Then the cold wind
Blowing in my face
My life was just confusion
And when I rolled my eyes
They said I lost my sense of reason
And one day my woman said to me
You're almost human
Hang me out to dry

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Ah, why don't you tie my hands behind my backGive me torture on the rackYeahBack in the gutter where I belongHit me when I'm down
Take my money, take my lifeTake your pleasure, make it lastCrawl under your wireShine in darkness
Where you hidin'? Shame on you.Aaah, dirty dogOoh, you dirty dog
Dirty dog, you had your dayI know when. I get when to strayNow you're out to grassAnd the world goes past
Don't you know all the turnsNow you've got what you deservePaid in full, I've been toldYou're not gonna leave the fold

Where you hidin'? Shame on you.Aaah, dirty dogOoh, you dirty dogOh, you dirty dogOh, you dirty dog
Where you hidin'? Shame on you.Aaah, dirty dogOoh
Tie my hands behind my backGive me torture on the rackTake my money, take my lifeOh, you dirty dog
Every dog has its dayI know where you went astrayYou been paid in full I've been toldYou dirty dogOh, you dirty dogOohYou dirty dog
Dirty, dirty, dirty (repeat)

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How can you win, how can you fight
How can you lose when you know
You're always right
Look at the sky what do you see
That same old burning tree
I let my hair down on the ground
I listen but there's no sound
I'm waiting for something
A message, a sign
An answer that lies in my mind
I remember you well
Oh my candy horizon
Will you save us from hell
Oh candy horizon
What have you done
Son of a gun
How can you tell
Oh my candy horizon
When you're always on the run
What do you know
Look at your face
That same old human race...
A message, a sign
An answer that lies in my mind
I remember you well
Oh my candy horizon
Will you save us from hell
Oh candy horizon

. . .


And that's what dreams are for
Knocking at your spiritual door
It's easy
Just go with the flow
I told you before
When your body is burning
You reach for the light
In the heat of the night
You can't resist
Don't hold me back
And that's what I've been thinking about
Breaking into your open heart
It's no big deal Just go with the flow
I told you before
When your body is burning
You reach for the light
In the heat of the night
You can't resist
Don't hold me back

. . .


I know it won't be easy
I've got to get you out of my mind
I don't want this way of living
The blind are leading the blind

Picking it up putting it down
I'm getting tired, too many shades of brown
If a life's worth living, it's worth living good
I'm gonna live it just the way I think I should

Oh drink a bottle of wine
Be a friend of mine
When the spirit releases the anger decreases
And primitive races can capture their places
And serve at the table and study the faces
Of the pillars of Universal wisdom

I got that body fever
You put temptation right in my face
My spirit's rising but
They want me back in my place
You gotta buy it, you gotta try it
Can't do without it and it will not be denied
(Are you saying there's nothing here for me?)
You want a god, you want a guide
Come here boy; gonna take you for a ride

Oh drink a bottle of wine
Old friend of mine
When the madness descends on the planet
That's governed by money and hunger
And hate and disaster
Misunderstanding that goes hand in hand
With our glistening prophets of doom

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A hat shaped head
A shoe shaped foot
A kennel shaped dog
A dancing nylon shirt
A man shaped woman
B alloon shaped air
G lass shaped beer
A dancing nylon shirt
A comfort shaped creature
A n office shaped accountant
A car shaped driver
A dancing nylon shirt
C ow shaped milk
A pencil shaped word
A denim shaped designer
A dancing nylon shirt
A tartan shaped approach
A dancing nylon shirt
A dancing nylon shirt
A dancing nylon shirt

I've got to make up my mind
I've got to make up my mind

A power shaped nap
A car shaped fanny
A god shaped preacher
A dancing nylon shirt
A n honest politician
A rock shaped band
A bell shaped tent
A dancing nylon shirt
A month shaped head
A well shaped cat
A dong shaped bell
A dancing nylon shirt
A sharp edged card
A bottle shaped message
A tongue shaped kiss
A dancing nylon shirt
A girl shaped dress
A dancing nylon shirt
A dancing nylon shirt
A dancing nylon shirt
A dancing nylon shirt
A dancing nylon shirt

The fire of life is burning
Burning through the light in my eye
Use imagination
You can tell if it's a joke or a lie

Ooh reach for a bottle of wine
That good old friend of mine
When the seeds of our children
Are blown in the wind and they land in the sand
Where they wither and die
And we reach for the sky
And the desperate truth
That we never could grasp
Becomes clear

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I feel so dirty
I feel so dirty
It's all worked out
You tell me I've been wrong
I got no reason to live anymore
Nothing to do but just curl up and die

But wait a minute babe
I can't see your eyes
Are you telling me lies
What you doing
Bringing me down to size?

I can't see your burning eyes
I can't feel your gut reaction
Do you think I'm paralysed

I've got no pity
I'm heading for the city
I just don't think
When I'm taking revenge
I got red mist in front of my eyes
Don't try to stop me
Don't even try

So what's the matter babe?
Hurt your feelings have I
It's making me cry
What d'you expect when
You pierce my heart with a knife

Can you see my burning eyes
Can you feel my gut reaction
I can see you're paralysed

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Ain't got no good luck
Missed the good luck turn
Ain't no good luck baby
I missed the good luck turn
All my life
You put my heart in misery
You ain't been good to me baby
And now you're history

I love you
I want you so close
But you fool with my emotions

Ain't no good luck
Come my way
Nothing But bad luck
I been led astray
Don't look on the bright side
There's too much shine
Gonna stay in the shadow
Where I can clearly see
I need some of what you got babe
But it's dirty dirty
And it ain't no good to me

I don't know What makes me laugh at pain
And I don't care
When I'm dancing in the rain

No good luck
Ever came my way
No good luck
Ever came my way

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I see you on the same route every day
I climb on the bus even though it's not going my way
As luck would have it I took a longer look today
And saw your brown eyes peeping up over your book
You had a little look
Do you mind if I say hello
Maybe I could ask your name
I don't suppose there's the slightest chance
Of running that smile again

Put on your high heel shoes and your long black dress
Why don't you try to put my imagination to the test
What you want is what you get
I'm gonna give you nothing but the best...

...thing to happen was meeting like this
You know there's one or two things babe I can't resist
It might sound crazy but babe I believe in destiny
You bring out the best of me
I'll give you everything
And not just tonight
I'll give you champagne and limousines
For the rest of your life

Put on your high heel shoes and your long black dress
Why don't you try to put my imagination to the test
What you want is what you get
I'm gonna give you nothing but the best...

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... and then she said
I'm gonna love you 'til the day I die
I turned around and saw a tear
In the corner of her eye
Sitting on the fence
The next afternoon
It didn't make a lot of sense
Not like that smoky room

I touched your hand
And felt a warmth that was reflected in your smile
I knew at once what we had started
Would be over in just a while
Hidden in the crowd
We touched a few times more
There was never any doubt
As we edged towards the door

And I don't know what you did to me
I was trembling at your touch
My feelings for you ran quick and deep
O Lord, we were loving on borrowed time

So sad, so sad I have to leave you now
I'm going home I'm going home
To my number one
Laughing off the pain I really have to go
You know we'll do it all again
In a while or so

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Oh such an innocent look
You've got in your eye
There's a woman in the girl I know
Got to be satisfied

I know you're discovering your sex appeal
But you don't seem to worry
'bout the way I feel in my heart
With your body signs

I don't want to hurt you
Says this heart of mine
But I can't control
What you're doing to my mind

I don't want you
Hanging round my door
I can't stand it anymore baby
'Cos you're jailbait

Oh sweet Lolita
You're driving me wild
I could love you and make it so easy
But you're just a child

We could fly on a day trip to Paradise
It feels like a dream
But it cuts like a knife
Through my heart

I don't want to hurt you
Says this heart of mine
But sweet temptation
What you doing to my mind

I don't want you
Hanging round my door
I can't stand it anymore baby
'Cos you're jailbait

. . .


There ain't no more cane on the Brazos
They ground it all up in molasses
Captain don't you do me like you done your poor shine
Well they drove that poor Billy 'til he went stone blind

You want to come on the river in 1904
You could find many dead men most every road
If you going on the river in 1910
They was driving the woman like they drive the men

Why don't you rise up you dead men
Help me drive my road

Why don't you rise up you dead men
Help me drive my road

Well there's some in the building
And there's some in the yard
There's some in the graveyard
And there's some going home

Why don't you wake up you people
And lift up your heads
You may get your pardon
But you may end up dead

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