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Saxon
Saxon


Информация
Откуда Barnsley, Yorkshire, England
Жанры Heavy Metal
Годы 1976—н.в.
Лейблы Steamhammer Records
SPV GmbH
Сайт Website
Состав
Biff Byford
Doug Scarratt
Nigel Glockler
Paul Quinn
Nibbs Carter



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Live... In The Raw (2000)
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Intro - See The Light Shining

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They came down from the north
To the plough they were forged
On the traces of a man who'd been before
Right up from the street
Came the ranks of unemployed
Then everything became the hungry years

They searched the hungry years (*)
For the triumphs by the fears
There's a chance they had to take
They were waiting for a break
They searched the hungry years
For the triumphs by the fears
Some make it to the stars
Playing rock and roll guitars
Playing rock and roll guitars

They read under the lights (**)
To the jews and to the whites
The systems gonna change and understand them
The business world is deep
For a percentage of the heat
There was magic in the eyes
They couldn't see the lies
They watched it slowly die

(Repeat *)

Some take the fame
And some take the blame
Maybe they will and maybe they won't
Tonight...

(Repeat **)
(Repeat *)

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Just before dawn in the cold light
We came out of the night
A great expectation from the man who ran the show
Will it rain, will it snow, will it shine, we don't know
Are there clouds up in the sky

We sat in the sun, woah-oh-oh
And the bands played on
And the bands played on
And the bands played on

See the people, feel the power
There was sixty thousand there
Just like thunder the crowds began to roar
Where you there, did ya know, did ya see all the show
There was magic in the air

We sat in the sun woah-oh-oh
And the bands played on
And the bands played on
And the bands played on

See the rainbow shining brightly
Shooting rockets to the sky
Making music and it rolled on through the night
You could hear on the air rock n' roll everywhere
We were strangers in the night

We sat in the sun woah-oh-oh
And the bands played on
And the bands played on
And the bands played on
And the bands played on
And the bands played on

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Far below the valleys
Hidden deep beneath the snow
There's a man who guards the secret
Of the frozen rainbow
...of all the ages
Lies hidden neath the ice
The man who finds the secret
Holds the power of life

Far below the valleys
Hidden deep beneath the snow
There's a man who's got a secret
Waiting to be told
I've searched through all the ages
To find the hidden truth
The secret of the rainbow
Will never be revealed

I'll find the rainbow, frozen rainbow
I'll find the rainbow, frozen rainbow

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I was listening to the music on the radio (*)
I had a feeling that something's not right
The music was loud, we could still hear the crowd
From the gig that we played that night

We pulled into a motorway restaurant
Stopped awhile, fooled around
But I still had a feeling that something's not right
'Cause we're standing in a whole in the ground

Stop, get out (**)
We are the strong arm of the law
Stop, get out
We are the strong arm of the law

Into the night came a blue flashing light
A blast from the siren to make sure
But it came to a stop behind the motorway cop
Who'd been tailing us for more than an hour

He pulled us out of the car on the side of the road
He questioned us one at a time
Where is the gear that we know that you use
We said the only speed we use is on cars

(Repeat **)

You should've seen the stupid smirk drop from his face
It was a negative exercise
The way that we dress and the things that we do
They thought it was an easy bust
(Repeat *)
(Repeat **)

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[Written By : Byford/Quinn/Oliver/Dawson/Gill]

If there's one thing I love
It's flying there above
Breaking through the barrier of sound
It's just like making love
Sittin' there above
Riding in my bird of silver steel Time after time
Ten miles high
I'm living my fantasies
At twenty thousand feet It's the rushing of my blood
That makes me feel so good
I can see the world below just shooting by
Twice the speed of sound
That's how I like to ride
My chariot of steel across the sky Time after time
Ten miles high
I'm living my fantasies
At twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet If it's faster than light
Sharper than steel
I'll race across the ceiling of the world
Just like a gun
Aiming at the sun
Riding in my bird of silver steel Time after time
Ten miles high
Living my fantasies
At twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet I'm floating in space
My troubles seems to disappear
Then I awake
Got to get my head back in place
Twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet
Twenty thousand feet

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We've got a 747 coming down in the night
There's no power, there's no runway lights
Radio operator try to get a message through
Tell the flight deck New York has no lights
There's no power what do we do?
747 coming down in the night
Try to get a message through

We were strangers in the night (*)
Both on separate flights
Strangers in the night
Going nowhere

This is Scandinavian one-o-one
Flight from Hawaii coming out of the sun
Kennedy should be in sight
We can't see a thing here in the night
Navigator says we're on the flight path
There's no radio, no sign of life
This is Scandinavian one-o-one
For God's sake, get the ground lights on, because

(Repeat *)

There's a 747 going into the night
There's no power, they don't know why
They've no fuel, they've got to land soon
They can't land by the light of the moon
They're overshooting, there's no guiding lights
Set a course into the light
Scandinavian one-o-one
For God's sake get your ground lights on

(Repeat *)

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A crowded Main street, the scene was set
They check out the view, turn the radio on
Open the case, assemble the gun
Wait at the ready, for the president's run

The world was shocked that fateful day (*)
A young man's life was blown away, away
Dallas, 1 p.m., 1 p.m.

White hot lead, in the back of the head
Screaming confusion, shots rip the air
Cadillac racing, cops on the run
They couldn't believe the president's hit

The shooting's done, assassins run
Is he dead, no one will say
Around the world, the news was flashed
We sat and watched your tragic history
(Repeat *)

The world was shocked
In Dallas, 1 p.m.
We sat and watched
Tragic history

The world was shocked
In Dallas, 1 p.m.

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Down, down at the bottom
Ya gotta try to get yourselves up
Ya got nothing to lose when your there
There at the bottom
Ya gotta stand up
Stand up for your rights

We can make it
You can break it
Stand up
Stand up be counted

Out, out in the spotlight
Ya gotta leave, leave your worries behind
Ya got nothing to lose when your there
You be forgotten
Well I'll be damning out lives
While the damn us in hell

We can make it
You can break it
Stand up
Stand up be counted

We can make it
We can break it
Stand up
Stand up be counted

Down, down at the bottom
Ya gotta leave all your worries behind
Ya got nothing to lose when you're there
There at the bottom
Ya gotta stand up
Stand up for your rights

We can make it
You can break it
Stand up
Stand up be counted

Stand up, stand up!


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Friday night, I feel all right (*)
I get into my leathers
And I get out on my bike

There's thunder in my ears
It's blasting down...
Kickin' up brick
I don't give a shit
I got the wind in my hair
You know I don't even care
Stallions of the highway

Switchblade's gleamin'
Engine screamin'
I'm laughin' at fate
I'm living to hate
My needle is showing red
I'm ridin' with the dead
Get out of my way
I'm a stallion of the highway

I got the wind in my hair
I don't even care
I broke out of my shell
I'm on a daydream from hell
Don't shed no tears
I been here fifteen years

(Repeat *)

My needle is showing red
I'm ridin' with the dead
Get out of my way
I got the wind in my hair
I don't even care
Stallions of the highway
Of the highway

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When my foot's on the throttle there's no looking back
I leave my motor ticking over when she's parked on the track
I've got a sixty eight Chevvy with pipes on the side
You know she's my idea of beauty and that's what I drive

She's got wheels, wheels of steel (*)
Talkin' 'bout my wheels of steel

I don't take no jibe from no motorway pigs
When I'm cruisin' down the freeway I don't give no lifts
If you see me comin' get out of my way
You know a Transam didn't I blew it away

(Repeat *)

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