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Deep Purple
« The Battle Rages On »
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1 | The Battle Rages On
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| 2 | Lick It Up
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| 3 | Anya
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| 4 | Talk About Love
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| 5 | Time to Kill
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| 6 | Ramshackle Man
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| 7 | A Twist in the Tale
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| 8 | Nasty Piece of Work
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| 9 | Solitaire
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| 10 | One Man's Meat |
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Ian Gillan - vocals
Ritchie Blackmore - guitars
Jon Lord - keyboards
Roger Glover - bass
Ian Paice - drums |
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Produced by Roger Glover |
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| The battle rages on
(Blackmore/Gillan/Lord/Paice)
Been so many words, so much to say
Words are not enough to keep the guns at bay
Some live in fear, some do not
Some gamble everything on who gets the final shot
Oh, don't talk to me of love
It's obvious, it's not enough
Annihilation - |
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Прошу прощения за то, что сразу позволю себе некоторую субъективность: по МОЕМУ мнению это один из лучших альбомов "Темно-Лиловых" всех времен. Тем более на фоне предыдущих работ коллектива (немного слабоватый, хотя и не лишенный плюсов, "The House of Blue Light" и абсолютно провальный м бесцветный "Slaves and Masters"). Очень сильная по воздействию заглавная композиция, запоминающийся гитарный рифф в "Twist in the Tale" и просто потрясающая эпическая песня с цыганскими веяниями "Anya" (особенно круто слушается в живом варианте на концертнике "Come Hell or high Water", вышедшем год спустя). Общую картину дополняют вполне удачные "Time to Kill" и "One Man's Meat". После прослушивания остается небольшой осадок грусти от осознания того, что этот альбом стал последним для золотого состава "DP": Гиллан-Блэкмор-Пэйс-Гловер-Лорд. |
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Что же, не захотели ребята и дальше долбать ту же самую жилу и собирать денежки на коммерчески успешных запоминающихся мелодиях. Тернера отправили куда подальше, Гиллана вернули, так что записанный альбом получился весьма неплох. Неплох, но и не достаточно хорош. Гиллан и Блэкмор вновь стали грызться, каждый тянул одеяло на себя, в результате чего Ричи не «дожил» в группе даже до окончания тура, громко грюкнул дверью и возродил Rainbow (правда, ненадолго), а на концертах вместо него отыграл Джо Сатриани. Что касается данного альбома, то самыми запоминающимися вещами на нем являются: открывающая «The Battle Rages On», с отличным запоминающимся риффингом и текстом о том, что человечество по-прежнему не научилось обходиться без войн (вполне возможно, что речь тут идет и о конфликтах в самой группе); красивая «Anya» с гитарным вступлением в цыганском стиле, что неудивительно, ведь песня-то о цыганке Ане (почему не Азе?) из Венгрии, и отличной романтической атмосферой (хотя это и не баллада); энергичная «Time to Kill» с надолго остающимся в голове припевом о том, что на все приходит свое время; тяжелый ритм-энд-блюз «Ramshackle Man» с отличным гитарным соло и игрой на губной гармошке; и впечатляющая «Solitaire» с искаженным вокалом и лирикой о желании избавиться от одиночества. Остальные темы запоминаются похуже, хотя и они дадут сто очков вперед продукции многих других групп, которые имеют весьма смутное представление о том, что такое мелодичность. Это жесткие рок-н-роллы «Lick It Up» (не имеющий отношения к одноименной песне Kiss) и «Talk About Love» на любовную тематику, скоростная «A Twist in the Tale» (о девушке, к которой лирический герой перестал чувствовать любовь) с некоторыми извращениями с вокалом, а также «Nasty Piece of Work», напоминающая что-то из DP эпохи Ковердейла, с неплохой органной подкладкой, и среднетемповая «One Man’s Meat» с запоминающимся вокалированием. Уход Блэкмора, конечно, расстроил фэнов Deep Purple до глубины души, но уже на следующем альбоме ребята показали, что новый гитарист Стив Морс прекрасно справляется со своей задачей. |
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Здесь безусловные хиты - "The Battle Rages On", "Anya" и "Solitaire". Очень недурна "Time To Kill" и "Nasty Pice Of Work". "Ramshckle Man" в духе АС/DC не очень и вообще - все остальные вещи варьируются от "можно слушать, можно нет", до "так себе". Звук хороший, сыграно профессионально, темы не попсовые, как на следующем альбоме. Итого пять супер и просто хороших вещей, и пять так себе. |
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Capitulation - watch the mighty fall
The road to glory is lined in red
And though the reason now is gone the battle rages on
Was it love or hate that got here first?
Hate's a habit, it's hard to shake the curse
Kill to live and live to die
Human nature, you let the strong survive
Oh, don't talk to me of love
Be serious, it's not enough
Annihilation - kill them all
Capitulation - watch the mighty fall
The road to glory is lined in red
And though the reason now is gone the battle rages on
Annihilation - kill them all
Capitulation - watch the mighty fall
The road to glory is lined in red
And though the reason now is gone the battle rages on
Lick it up
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)
My shoes are heavy, my feet are winding down
I look for her in comers but she's not around
What I eat is eating me, it hits me hard
I'm one jack short of a royal flush, a stranger holds the card
Here come the salvation in the shape of my guitar
And I'm gonna ride it like a shooting star
I don't want your money
I don't want your soul
I don't need a reason
I just want to get right down and lick it up
Mother mercy told me - a picture never lies
She told me no self respecting hero ever cries
The prisoner walks in circles, the victim walks alone
Scissors cut the paper, the paper wraps the stone
Standing at the entrance to the gates of paradise
The lights go down, the heat goes up - that's when I cry
I don't want your money
I don't want your soul
I don't a reason
I just want to get right down and lick it up
I put my faith in fortune, reaching for the sky
The only game in town that gets me high
I don't want your money
I just want to get right down and lick it up
I don't want your soul
I just want to get right down and lick it up
I don't need a reason
I just want to get right down and lick it up
Anya
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord)
I'm so far away from everything you know
Your name is carried on the wind
Your ice blue waters, Anya, where do they flow?
Where have they been?
Where have they been?
A hidden passion, touching a spark
Flame of revolution burning wild in your gypsy heart
Your gypsy heart
Anya - the spirit of freedom
Anya - oh, Anya
The light of freedom buried deep within your soul
Across the puszta plain to see
The rhapsody of angels refuse to dance alone
What do they mean?
What do they mean?
Your jewel flashing across the dark
Forbidding distance, I love your gypsy heart
Your gypsy heart
Anya - the spirit of freedom
Anya - oh, Anya
Your jewel flashing across the dark
Forbidding distance, I love your gypsy heart
Your gypsy heart
Anya - the spirit of freedom
Anya - oh, Anya
Talk about love
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)
Talking real world - all that pain
Try to fix it - still comes out the same
Get down to Rosie's, won't you pull that plug?
Last week someone made a mess of that rug
Talking big house, way up town
One day, one day I'll put the money down
All that baby talk - it's for the birds
Let's make some honey, honey in so many words
Oh no, Oh no, don't want a serious conversation
I just want to get you serious, serious
I want to talk about love
You talk about the weather - rain or snow
Talking cold wind - the way it's going to blow
Talking good times, night and day
Talk, talk, a stronger man could lose his way
Aphrodite, now, there's a girl
Good good loving, she spreads around the world
Forget your dancing, all that boogaloo
Drag that purse over here, I got to talk to you
Oh no, Oh no, don't want a serious conversation
I just want to get you serious, serious
I want to talk about love
Time to kill
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)
Consider your position, position your defense
Why don't you let me ask you is it mere coincidence?
Feeding speculators on a downhill gravy train
Like vultures ripping out the eyes to reach the dying brain
Listen to the wind, a silent scream
Tearing at your broken heart like a forgotten dream
And there's a time for peace, a time for war
Wondering what we've been put here for
A time for giving, a time to take
A time for love and a time for hate
A time for beg and a time to steal
So you gamble on that spinning wheel
Of all these things I've had my fill
Lord, I need some time to kill
Ten percent of nothing is exactly what you got
You thing you've got the given right to take another shot
I'll take away your money - all you've got is coloured beads
Find a piece of land where you can sow your seeds
Listen to the wind, a silent scream
Tearing at your broken heart like a forgotten dream
There's a time for passion, a time for pain
A time to learn that we're all the same
A time to remember, a time to forget
Wondering how we're going to pay our debts
A time for thunder, a time for rain
Waiting for the seasons to change
Of all these things I've had my fill
Lord, I need some time to kill
Ramshackle man
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)
My clothes don't fit and I have no point of view
I got a bad reputation but I don't believe it's true
I had something going but I blew it down the can
Not exactly what I planned
I'm a ramshackle man, that's what I am
I look like a joker but I feel like a one eyed jack
Shuffling around, never get to the top of the park
I said to the dealer: "Put the ace in my hand"
But he couldn't give a damn
I'm a ramshackle man, that's what I am
I sit down thinking 'bout the things I have to do
I start out fine then I pick up something new
Stumbled through the door, that's how it all began
Now it's buried in the sand
I'm a ramshackle man, that's what I am
The stars shine bright when the boys come out to play
Never feeling more than I'm feeling right here today
I used to be fresh but now I'm second hand
I do what I can
I'm a ramshackle man, that's what I am
A twist in the tale
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)
As you watch from your house on the hill
World keeps spinning around, you, you're standing still
And a thought rivers enters your mind
Something happened once in my life
A fading picture of you that's so hard to describe
I've been where the sun never shines
That's alright, there's a change in the story
That's alright, there's a change in the plan
A twist in the tale
Face in the mirror, head in the clouds
Hanging on to a dream that you can't do without
As it drops like a stone without trace
Give what you want, take what you need
Squeezing so hard there's no room to breathe
And your flavour has fallen from grace
That's alright, there's a change in the story
That's alright, there's a change in the plan
A twist in the tale
I saw you dancing, dancing on air
You were lost in the in the starlight
No one but me really cared
Every question turns out a lie
Can't you swallow the truth for once in your life
I loved you but don't ask me why
It's alright, there's a change in the story
It's alright, there's a change in the plan
A twist in the tale
Nasty piece of work
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord)
I got my feelers out
Pleasure? I can give you pain
I'm the demon of misfortune
Let me tell you that bad luck is my game
Fires burning make you cold
You can touch but you can't hold
It's an even split
Between zip and the number on your ticket
Nothing to brag about dragging in the dirt
I'm a nasty piece of work
Down, get down on your knees
Running gonna bring you down
I'm the demon of disorder
You know I'm gonna drive you into the ground
As you're stepping through the door
My shadow crawls across your floor
Your dream of love
It's not enough, it's gonna come to nothing
You ain't seen nothing, it's gonna get worse
I'm a nasty, nasty
It's an even split
Between zip and the number on your ticket
Your dream of love
It's not enough, it's gonna come to nothing
Nothing to brag about dragging in the dirt
You ain't seen nothing, it's gonna get worse
I'm a nasty piece of work
Solitaire
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)
Door, don't close the door
I want to feel the cold, I want to see the light
Momma, where you gone?
This is no dream, can't make it right if it's wrong
Dancing with strangers
Fighting with friends
It's a matter of time between love and despair
Falling over the line
Empty hearts and icy stares
Oh, call me solitaire
The eyes in the face on the wall
Follow me 'round the room, follow me everywhere
A heart without an echo
A man without a child alone with all my sorrow
Dancing with strangers
Fighting with friends
It's a matter of time between love and despair
Falling over the line
Empty hearts and icy stares
Oh, call me solitaire
One man's meat
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover)
Cold beer and a strange cigarette
Getting you high, getting you wet
Falling in love, falling out of debt
Straight gay, black or white
Strutting in the dark, hiding in the light
Doing it wrong, doing it right, just doing it
You got your life on the one hand, mine in the other
I got the right, we all got the right
One man's meat is the other man's lousy luck
One man's meat is someone's empty well
One man's meat is some guy's aching butt
One man's meat is another man's living hell
Short, fat, thick or thin
Take it in the gut, take it on the chin
Living in glory, living in sin
Hard day's work going down slow
Riding the road where the greengrass grows
Watching in die what d'you know, watch it
You got your life on the one hand, mine in the other
I got the right, we all got the right
One man's meat is the other man's lousy luck
One man's meat is someone's empty well
One man's meat is some guy's aching butt
One man's meat is another man's living hell