Eddie van halen
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Call it sleep
Do I need to say something?
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Brian May and Steve Vai? How fuckin’ awesome can that be?
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slash, alice & steven
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Bury all your secrets in my skin.
Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins.
The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again…
So if you love me, let me go.
And run away before I know.
My heart is just too dark to care.
I can’t destroy what isn’t there.
Deliver me into my Fate -
If I’m alone I cannot hate
I don’t deserve to have you…
Ooh, my smile was taken long ago,
If I can change I hope I never know.
I still press your letters to my lips
And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss.
I couldn’t face a life without your light,
But all of that was ripped apart, when you refused to fight.
So save your breath, I will not care.
I think I made it very clear.
You couldn’t hate enough to love.
Is that supposed to be enough?
I only wish you weren’t my friend.
Then I could hurt you in the end.
I never claimed to be a Saint…
Ooh, my own was banished long ago,
It took the Death of Hope to let you go
So break yourself against my stones
And spit your pity in my soul.
You never needed any help…
You sold me out to save yourself…
And I won’t listen to your shame.
You ran away, you’re all the same.
Angels lie to keep control…
Ooh, my love was punished long ago,
If you still care, don’t ever let me know…
If you still care, don’t ever let me know…
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
- Released 10 March 1972
- From the album Machine Head
- Written by Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, and Ian Paice
We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn’t have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know we’ll never forget
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
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