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3. | Transylvania (BBC's Friday Rock Show '79) |
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11. | Transylvania (The Reading Festival '82) |
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5. | Transylvania (The Reading Festival '80) |
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7. | Moonchild (Monsters Of Rock Festival, Donington '88) |
8. | Wrathchild (Monsters Of Rock Festival, Donington '88) |
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1. | Transylvania (Previously Unreleased) |
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2. | Drifter (The Marquee Club, London 4/80) |
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Won't you come into my room,
I wanna show you all my wares.
Want to see your blood,
Want to stand and stare.
See the blood begin to flow
as it pours upon the floor.
Iron Maiden can't be fought,
Iron Maiden can't be sought.
Chorus:
Oh Well, wherever,
Wherever you are,
Iron Maiden's gonna get you,
No matter how far.
See the blood flow watching it shed
Up above my head.
Iron Maiden wants you for dead.
Won't you come into my room,
I wanna show you all my wares.
I just want to see your blood,
I just want to stand and stare.
See the blood begin to flow
As it pours upon the floor.
Iron Maiden can't be fought,
Iron Maiden can't be sought.
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(Steve Harris and Paul Di'anno)
Just sixteen, a pickup truck, out of money, out of luck.
I've got nowhere to call my own, hit the gas, and here I go.
*Chorus*:
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free.
Spent the night in an L. A. jail, and listened to the sirens wail.
They ain't got a thing on me, I'm running wild, I'm running free.
*Chorus*
Pulled her at the Bottle Top, whiskey, dancing, disco hop.
Now all the boys are after me, and that's the way it's gonna be
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(Steve Harris, Paul Di'anno and Dave Murray)
Out of the winter came a war horse of steel.
I've never killed a woman before, but I know how it feels.
*Chorus*:
I know you'd have gone insane if you saw what I saw.
So now I've got to look for sanctuary from the law.
So give me sanctuary from the law and I'll be alright.
Just give me sanctuary from the law and love me tonight, tonight.
I met up with a 'slinger last night to keep me alive.
He spends all his money on gambling and guns to survive.
*Chorus*
I can laugh at the wind, I can howl at the rain.
Down in the Canyon or out in the plain.
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(Steve Harris)
I was born into a scene of angriness and greed, and dominance and persecution.
My mother was a queen, my dad I've never seen, I was never meant to be.
And now I spend my time looking all around,
For a man that's nowhere to be found.
Until I find him I'm never gonna stop searching,
I'm gonna find my man, gonna travel around.
*Chorus*:
'Cos I'm a wrathchild, well I'm a wrathchild.
Yeah I'm a wrathchild. I'm coming to get you, oooh yeah.
Say it doesn't matter ain't nothin' gonna alter the course of my destination.
I know I've got to find some serious piece of mind, or I know I'll go crazy.
But now I spend my time looking all around,
For a man thats nowhere to be found.
Until I find him I'm never gonna stop searching,
I'm gonna find my man, gonna travel around.
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(Harris)
White man came across the sea
Brought us pain and misery
Killed our tribes killed our creed
Took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack
Run to the hills run for your lives
Run to the hills run for your lives
Soldier blue on the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whisky and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills run for your lives
(repeat to end)
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(Harris)
He's walking like a small child
But watch his eyes burn you away
Black holes in his golden stare
God knows he wants to go home
Children of The Damned
(repeat another 3 times)
He's walking like a dead man
If he had lived he would have crucified us all
Now he's standing on the last step
He thought oblivion well it beckons us all
Children of The Damned
(repeat another 3 times)
Now it burns his hand he's turning to laugh
Smiles as the flame sears his flesh
Melting his face screaming in pain
Peeling the skin from his eyes
Watch him die according to plan
He's dust on the ground what did we learn
You're Children of The Damned
Your back's against the wall
You turn into the light
You're Children of The Damned
Like candles watch them burn
Burning in the light
You'll burn again tonight
You're Children of The Damned
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(Harris)
I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to get the memories from my mind
What did I see can I believe that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
Cos in my dreams it's always there the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair
The night was black was no use holding back
Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
was all this for real or some kind of hell
666 the Number of the Beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
as they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
the ritual has begun Satan's work is done
666 the Number of the Beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight
This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or some crazy dream
but I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
they seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes
666 the Number of the Beast
666 the one for you and me
I'm coming back I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take its course
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(Harris/Smith)
If you're feeling down depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 Acacia Avenue meet a lady that I know
So if you're looking for a good time
And you're prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for
Everybody's got their vice
If you're waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free
So any time you're down the East End don't you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it she'll teach you more than you can know
Charlotte can't you get out from all this madness
Can't you see it only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men don't know the risk of getting disease
Some day when you're reaching the age of forty
I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You won't have any beautiful wares to show any more
22, the avenue that's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside the red light's burning bright tonight
Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life
Don't you ever think about the bad times
Why do you have to live this way
Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay
Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue
The way you walk it make men think of having you
When you're walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you
Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please
Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees
Abuse her misuse her she can take all that you've got
Caress her molest her she always does what you want
You're running away don't you know what you're doing
Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin
Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away
You believe that because what you're earning
Your life's good don't you know that you're hurting
All the people that love you don't cast them aside
All the men that are constantly drooling
It's no life for you stop all that screwing
You're packing your bags and you're coming with me
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Won't you come into my room,
I wanna show you all my wares.
Want to see your blood,
Want to stand and stare.
See the blood begin to flow
as it pours upon the floor.
Iron Maiden can't be fought,
Iron Maiden can't be sought.
Chorus:
Oh Well, wherever,
Wherever you are,
Iron Maiden's gonna get you,
No matter how far.
See the blood flow watching it shed
Up above my head.
Iron Maiden wants you for dead.
Won't you come into my room,
I wanna show you all my wares.
I just want to see your blood,
I just want to stand and stare.
See the blood begin to flow
As it pours upon the floor.
Iron Maiden can't be fought,
Iron Maiden can't be sought.
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(Smith/Harris)
On the run kill to eat
You're starving now you're dead on your feet
Going all the way nature's beast
Do what I want as I please
Run fight to breathe it's tough
Now you see me now you don't
Break the walls I'm coming out
Not a prisoner I'm a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don't care where the past was
I know where I'm going ... out
If you kill me it's self defence
If I kill you then I call it vengeance
Spit in your eye I will defy
You'll be afraid when I call out your name
I'm not a number I'm a free man
I'll live my life how I want to
You'd better scratch me from your black book
Cos I'll run rings round you
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(Harris)
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be there's some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there is never an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell "God be with you"
If there's a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.
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(Steve Harris)
I've been looking so long for you now you won't get away from my grasp.
You've been living so long in hiding in hiding behind that false mask.
And you know and I know that you ain't got long now to last.
Your looks and your feelings are just the remains of your past.
You're standing in the wings, there you wait for the curtain to fall.
Knowing the terror and holding you have on us all.
Yeah, I know that you're gonna scratch me, maim me and maul.
You know I'm helpless from your mesmerising cat call.
Keep your distance, walk away, don't take his bait.
Don't you stray, don't fade away.
Watch your step, he's out to get you, come what may.
Don't you stray, from the narrow way.
I'm running and hiding in my dreams you're always there.
You're the Phantom of the Opera, you're the devil, you're just out to scare.
You damaged my mind and my soul it just floats through the air.
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(Steve Harris)
Walking through the city, looking oh so pretty,
I've just got to find my way.
See the ladies flashing. All there legs and lashes.
I've just got to find my way.
Well you see me crawling through the bushes with it open wide.
What you seeing girl?
Can't you believe that feeling, can't you believe it,
Can't you believe your eyes?
It's the real thing girl.
Got me feeling myself and reeling around,
Got me talking but feel like walking around.
Got me feeling myself and reeling a...
Got me talking but nothing's with me...
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(Steve Harris and Paul Di'anno)
Unchain the colours before my eyes,
Yesterday's sorrows, tomorrow's white lies.
Scan the horizon, the clouds take me higher,
I shall return from out of fire.
Tears for rememberance, and tears for joy,
Tears for somebody and this lonely boy.
Out in the madness, the all seeing eye,
Flickers above us, to light up the sky.
Unchain the colours before my eyes,
Yesterday's sorrows, tomorrow's white lies.
Scan the horizon, the clouds take me higher,
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(Paul Di'Anno, Steve Harris)
You walk through the subway, his eyes burn a hole in your back,
A footstep behind you, he lunges prepared for attack.
Scream for mercy, he laughs as he's watching you bleed,
Killer behind you, his blood lust defies all his needs.
My innocent victims are slaughtered with wrath and despise,
The mocking religion of hatred that burns in the night.
I have no one, I'm bound to destroy all this greed,
A voice inside me compelling to satisfy me.
I can see what a knife's meant to be,
And you'll never know how I came to forsee, see, see.
My faith in believing is stronger than lifelines and ties,
With the glimmer of metal my moment is ready to strike.
Death call arises, a scream breaks the still of the night,
Another tomorrow, remember to walk in the light!
I have found you, and now there is no place to run,
Excitement shakes me, oh God help me what have I done?!
Oooh yeah, I've done it!
YEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHH!
You walk through the subway, my eyes burn a hole in your back,
A footstep behind you, he lunges prepared for attack.
Scream for mercy, he laughs as he's watching you bleed,
Killer behind you, my blood lust defies all my needs.
Oooh look out, I'm coming for you!
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(Steve Harris and Paul Di'anno)
Just sixteen, a pickup truck, out of money, out of luck.
I've got nowhere to call my own, hit the gas, and here I go.
*Chorus*:
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free.
Spent the night in an L. A. jail, and listened to the sirens wail.
They ain't got a thing on me, I'm running wild, I'm running free.
*Chorus*
Pulled her at the Bottle Top, whiskey, dancing, disco hop.
Now all the boys are after me, and that's the way it's gonna be
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Won't you come into my room,
I wanna show you all my wares.
Want to see your blood,
Want to stand and stare.
See the blood begin to flow
as it pours upon the floor.
Iron Maiden can't be fought,
Iron Maiden can't be sought.
Chorus:
Oh Well, wherever,
Wherever you are,
Iron Maiden's gonna get you,
No matter how far.
See the blood flow watching it shed
Up above my head.
Iron Maiden wants you for dead.
Won't you come into my room,
I wanna show you all my wares.
I just want to see your blood,
I just want to stand and stare.
See the blood begin to flow
As it pours upon the floor.
Iron Maiden can't be fought,
Iron Maiden can't be sought.
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(Adrian Smith, Bruce Dickinson)
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
And your trip begins
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are you burning fires,
Seven your desires...
I am he the bornless one
The fallen angel watching you
Babylon, the scarlet whore
I'll infiltrate your gratitude
Don't you dare to save your son
Kill him now and save the young ones
Be the mother of birth strangled babe
Be the devils own, Lucifer's my name
Moonchild - hear the mandrake scream
Open the seventh seal
Moonchild - You'll be mine soon child
Moonchild - take my hand tonight
I count the heads of those unborn
The accursed ones I'll find them all
If you die by your own hand
As a suicide you shall be damned
And if you try to save your soul
I will torment you - you shall not grow old
With every second and passing breath
You'll be so alone your soul will bleed to death
The twins they are exhausted, seven is this night
Gemini is rising as the red lips kiss to bite
Seven angels seven demons battle for his soul
When Gabriel lies sleeping, this child was born to die
One more dies one more lives
One baby cries one mother grieves
For all the sins you will commit
You'll beg forgiveness and none I'll give
A web of fear shall be your coat
To clothe you in the night
A lucky escape for you young man
But I'll see you damned in endless night
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(Steve Harris)
I was born into a scene of angriness and greed, and dominance and persecution.
My mother was a queen, my dad I've never seen, I was never meant to be.
And now I spend my time looking all around,
For a man that's nowhere to be found.
Until I find him I'm never gonna stop searching,
I'm gonna find my man, gonna travel around.
*Chorus*:
'Cos I'm a wrathchild, well I'm a wrathchild.
Yeah I'm a wrathchild. I'm coming to get you, oooh yeah.
Say it doesn't matter ain't nothin' gonna alter the course of my destination.
I know I've got to find some serious piece of mind, or I know I'll go crazy.
But now I spend my time looking all around,
For a man thats nowhere to be found.
Until I find him I'm never gonna stop searching,
I'm gonna find my man, gonna travel around.
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(Steve Harris)
Infinite dreams I can't deny them
Infinity is hard to comprehend
I couldn't hear those screams
Even in my wildest dreams
Suffocation waking in a sweat
Scared to fall asleep again
Incase the dream begins again
Someone chasing I cannot move
Standing rigid nightmare's statue
What a dream when will it end
And will I transcend?
Restless sleep the minds in turmoil
One nightmare ends another fertile
Getting to me so scared to sleep
But scared to wake now, in too deep
Even though its reached new heights
I rather like the restless nights
It makes me wonder it makes me think
There's more to this I'm on the brink
It's not the fear of what's beyond
It's just that I might not respond
I have an interest almost craving
But would I like to get too far in?
It can't be all coincidence
Too many things are evident
You tell me you're an unbeliever
Spiritualist? Well me I'm neither
But wouldn't you like to know
The truth
Of what's out there to have the proof
And find out just which side
You're on
Where would you end in Heaven or
In Hell?
Help me. Help me to find my true
Self without seeing the future
Save me, save me from torturing
Myself even within my dreams
There's got to be just more to it
Than this
Or tell me why do we exist
I'd like to think that when I die
I'd get a chance another time
And to return and live again
Reincarnate, play the game
Again and again and again
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(Steve Harris)
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.
The bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.
We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan
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(Steve Harris)
Here they stand brothers them all
All the sons divided they'd fall
Here await the birth of the son
The seventh, the heavenly, the chosen one
Here the birth from an unbroken line
Born the healer the seventh, his time
Unknowingly blessed and as his life unfolds
Slowly unveiling the power he holds
Seventh son of a seventh son
Seventh son of a seventh son
Seventh son of a seventh son
Seventh son of a seventh son
Then they watch the progress he makes
The Good and the Evil which path will he take
Both of them trying to manipulate
The use of his powers before it's too late
Seventh son of a seventh son
Seventh son of a seventh son
Seventh son of a seventh son
Seventh son of a seventh son
Today is born the seventh one
Born of woman the seventh son
And he in turn of a seventh son
He has the power to heal
He has the gift of the second sight
He is the chosen one
So it shall be written
So it shall be done
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(Harris)
I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to get the memories from my mind
What did I see can I believe that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
Cos in my dreams it's always there the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair
The night was black was no use holding back
Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
was all this for real or some kind of hell
666 the Number of the Beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
as they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
the ritual has begun Satan's work is done
666 the Number of the Beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight
This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or some crazy dream
but I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
they seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes
666 the Number of the Beast
666 the one for you and me
I'm coming back I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take its course
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(Harris)
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be there's some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there is never an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell "God be with you"
If there's a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.
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Won't you come into my room,
I wanna show you all my wares.
Want to see your blood,
Want to stand and stare.
See the blood begin to flow
as it pours upon the floor.
Iron Maiden can't be fought,
Iron Maiden can't be sought.
Chorus:
Oh Well, wherever,
Wherever you are,
Iron Maiden's gonna get you,
No matter how far.
See the blood flow watching it shed
Up above my head.
Iron Maiden wants you for dead.
Won't you come into my room,
I wanna show you all my wares.
I just want to see your blood,
I just want to stand and stare.
See the blood begin to flow
As it pours upon the floor.
Iron Maiden can't be fought,
Iron Maiden can't be sought.
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(Steve Harris)
I remember it as plain as day
although it happened in the dark of the night.
I was strolling through the streets of Paris
and it was cold it was starting to rain.
And then I heard a piercing scream
and I rushed to the scene of the crime
but all I found was the butchered remains
of two girls lay side by side.
Murders in the Rue Morgue
someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
run before the killers go free
There's some people coming down the street
at last there's someone heard my call
I can't understand why they're pointing at me
I never done nothing at all.
But I must have got some blood on my hands
because everyone's shouting at me
I can't speak French so I couldn't explain
and like a fool I started running away.
Murders in the Rue Morgue
someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
am I ever gonna be free.
And now I've gotta get away from the arms of the law.
All France is looking for me.
I've gotta find my way across the border for sure
down the south to Italy.
Murders in the Rue Morgue
someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
I'm never going home.
Well I made it to the border at last
But I can't erase the scene from my mind
Anytime somebody stares at me, well
I just start running blind
Well I'm moving through the shadows at night
Away from the staring eyes
Any day they'll be looking for me
'Cause I know I show the signs of...
Murders in the Rue Morgue
running from the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
running from the arms of the law
Murders in the Rue Morgue
running from the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
am I ever gonna be free
It took so long and I'm getting so tired
I'm running out of places to hide
Should I return to the scene of the crime
Where the two young victims died
If I could go to somebody for help
It'd get me out of trouble for sure
But I know that it's on my mind
That my doctor said I've done it before.
Murders in the Rue Morgue
they're never gonna find me
Murders in the Rue Morgue
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(Steve Harris)
I was born into a scene of angriness and greed, and dominance and persecution.
My mother was a queen, my dad I've never seen, I was never meant to be.
And now I spend my time looking all around,
For a man that's nowhere to be found.
Until I find him I'm never gonna stop searching,
I'm gonna find my man, gonna travel around.
*Chorus*:
'Cos I'm a wrathchild, well I'm a wrathchild.
Yeah I'm a wrathchild. I'm coming to get you, oooh yeah.
Say it doesn't matter ain't nothin' gonna alter the course of my destination.
I know I've got to find some serious piece of mind, or I know I'll go crazy.
But now I spend my time looking all around,
For a man thats nowhere to be found.
Until I find him I'm never gonna stop searching,
I'm gonna find my man, gonna travel around.
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(Harris)
White man came across the sea
Brought us pain and misery
Killed our tribes killed our creed
Took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack
Run to the hills run for your lives
Run to the hills run for your lives
Soldier blue on the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whisky and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills run for your lives
(repeat to end)
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(Harris)
He's walking like a small child
But watch his eyes burn you away
Black holes in his golden stare
God knows he wants to go home
Children of The Damned
(repeat another 3 times)
He's walking like a dead man
If he had lived he would have crucified us all
Now he's standing on the last step
He thought oblivion well it beckons us all
Children of The Damned
(repeat another 3 times)
Now it burns his hand he's turning to laugh
Smiles as the flame sears his flesh
Melting his face screaming in pain
Peeling the skin from his eyes
Watch him die according to plan
He's dust on the ground what did we learn
You're Children of The Damned
Your back's against the wall
You turn into the light
You're Children of The Damned
Like candles watch them burn
Burning in the light
You'll burn again tonight
You're Children of The Damned
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(Harris)
I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to get the memories from my mind
What did I see can I believe that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
Cos in my dreams it's always there the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair
The night was black was no use holding back
Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
was all this for real or some kind of hell
666 the Number of the Beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
as they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
the ritual has begun Satan's work is done
666 the Number of the Beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight
This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or some crazy dream
but I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
they seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes
666 the Number of the Beast
666 the one for you and me
I'm coming back I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take its course
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(Steve Harris)
As I lay here lying on my bed, sweet voices come into my head.
Oh what it is, I wanna know, please won't you tell me it's got to go.
There's a feeling that's inside me, telling me to get away.
But I'm so tired of living, I might as well end today.
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(Paul Di'Anno, Steve Harris)
You walk through the subway, his eyes burn a hole in your back,
A footstep behind you, he lunges prepared for attack.
Scream for mercy, he laughs as he's watching you bleed,
Killer behind you, his blood lust defies all his needs.
My innocent victims are slaughtered with wrath and despise,
The mocking religion of hatred that burns in the night.
I have no one, I'm bound to destroy all this greed,
A voice inside me compelling to satisfy me.
I can see what a knife's meant to be,
And you'll never know how I came to forsee, see, see.
My faith in believing is stronger than lifelines and ties,
With the glimmer of metal my moment is ready to strike.
Death call arises, a scream breaks the still of the night,
Another tomorrow, remember to walk in the light!
I have found you, and now there is no place to run,
Excitement shakes me, oh God help me what have I done?!
Oooh yeah, I've done it!
YEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHH!
You walk through the subway, my eyes burn a hole in your back,
A footstep behind you, he lunges prepared for attack.
Scream for mercy, he laughs as he's watching you bleed,
Killer behind you, my blood lust defies all my needs.
Oooh look out, I'm coming for you!
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(Harris/Smith)
If you're feeling down depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 Acacia Avenue meet a lady that I know
So if you're looking for a good time
And you're prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for
Everybody's got their vice
If you're waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free
So any time you're down the East End don't you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it she'll teach you more than you can know
Charlotte can't you get out from all this madness
Can't you see it only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men don't know the risk of getting disease
Some day when you're reaching the age of forty
I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You won't have any beautiful wares to show any more
22, the avenue that's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside the red light's burning bright tonight
Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life
Don't you ever think about the bad times
Why do you have to live this way
Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay
Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue
The way you walk it make men think of having you
When you're walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you
Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please
Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees
Abuse her misuse her she can take all that you've got
Caress her molest her she always does what you want
You're running away don't you know what you're doing
Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin
Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away
You believe that because what you're earning
Your life's good don't you know that you're hurting
All the people that love you don't cast them aside
All the men that are constantly drooling
It's no life for you stop all that screwing
You're packing your bags and you're coming with me
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(Steve Harris/Dave Murray/Clive Burr)
Cold as steel the darkness waits, it's hour will come
A cry of fear for the chosen worshipping the sun
Mother natures black revenge on those who waste her life
War babies in the garden of Eden shall turn our ashes to ice
CHORUS:
Sunrise is gone, freezing up the fires
Sunrise is gone, numbing all desires
Sunrise is gone, Sunrise is gone
Around the world the people stop with terror-stricken eyes
A shadow cast upon them all to crush them like a fly
In the icy rain and whiplashed seas there's nowhere left to run
The hammer blows of winter fall like a hurricane
REPEAT CHORUS
Around the world the nations wait
for some wise words from their leading light
You know it's not only madmen who listen to fools
"Is this the end" the millions cried
clutching their riches as they died
Those who survive must weather the storm
SOLO
Gone are the days when man looked down
They've taken away his sacred crown
To be so free, it took so long
It's not the journeys end, it's just begun
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(Smith/Harris)
On the run kill to eat
You're starving now you're dead on your feet
Going all the way nature's beast
Do what I want as I please
Run fight to breathe it's tough
Now you see me now you don't
Break the walls I'm coming out
Not a prisoner I'm a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don't care where the past was
I know where I'm going ... out
If you kill me it's self defence
If I kill you then I call it vengeance
Spit in your eye I will defy
You'll be afraid when I call out your name
I'm not a number I'm a free man
I'll live my life how I want to
You'd better scratch me from your black book
Cos I'll run rings round you
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(Harris)
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be there's some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream
Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there is never an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell "God be with you"
If there's a God then why has he let me die?
As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away
Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.
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(Steve Harris)
I've been looking so long for you now you won't get away from my grasp.
You've been living so long in hiding in hiding behind that false mask.
And you know and I know that you ain't got long now to last.
Your looks and your feelings are just the remains of your past.
You're standing in the wings, there you wait for the curtain to fall.
Knowing the terror and holding you have on us all.
Yeah, I know that you're gonna scratch me, maim me and maul.
You know I'm helpless from your mesmerising cat call.
Keep your distance, walk away, don't take his bait.
Don't you stray, don't fade away.
Watch your step, he's out to get you, come what may.
Don't you stray, from the narrow way.
I'm running and hiding in my dreams you're always there.
You're the Phantom of the Opera, you're the devil, you're just out to scare.
You damaged my mind and my soul it just floats through the air.
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Won't you come into my room,
I wanna show you all my wares.
Want to see your blood,
Want to stand and stare.
See the blood begin to flow
as it pours upon the floor.
Iron Maiden can't be fought,
Iron Maiden can't be sought.
Chorus:
Oh Well, wherever,
Wherever you are,
Iron Maiden's gonna get you,
No matter how far.
See the blood flow watching it shed
Up above my head.
Iron Maiden wants you for dead.
Won't you come into my room,
I wanna show you all my wares.
I just want to see your blood,
I just want to stand and stare.
See the blood begin to flow
As it pours upon the floor.
Iron Maiden can't be fought,
Iron Maiden can't be sought.
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(Steve Harris, Paul Di'anno and Dave Murray)
Out of the winter came a war horse of steel.
I've never killed a woman before, but I know how it feels.
*Chorus*:
I know you'd have gone insane if you saw what I saw.
So now I've got to look for sanctuary from the law.
So give me sanctuary from the law and I'll be alright.
Just give me sanctuary from the law and love me tonight, tonight.
I met up with a 'slinger last night to keep me alive.
He spends all his money on gambling and guns to survive.
*Chorus*
I can laugh at the wind, I can howl at the rain.
Down in the Canyon or out in the plain.
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(Steve Harris)
Walk away!
Look out now, baby won't you take me away,
Sittin' here its gonna be a new day.
Gotta sing my song and I can't go wrong,
Gotta keep on roaming, gotta sing my song.
What you feeling when you hold me tight?
I'm gonna cuddle up with you tonight, gonna get you feeling so secure.
listen child don't you see there's a cure?
Anywhere got to get you away, feels so good think it's gonna be a new day.
I'm gonna get my song till I can't go on,
I'm gonna keep on roaming gonna sing my song.
I want you to sing it, sing it, sing it, sing it along.
I want you to sing it, sing it, sing it, sing it along.
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(Steve Harris and Paul Di'anno)
Just sixteen, a pickup truck, out of money, out of luck.
I've got nowhere to call my own, hit the gas, and here I go.
*Chorus*:
I'm running free yeah, I'm running free.
I'm running free yeah, Oh I'm running free.
Spent the night in an L. A. jail, and listened to the sirens wail.
They ain't got a thing on me, I'm running wild, I'm running free.
*Chorus*
Pulled her at the Bottle Top, whiskey, dancing, disco hop.
Now all the boys are after me, and that's the way it's gonna be
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(Steve Harris)
Walking through the city, looking oh so pretty,
I've just got to find my way.
See the ladies flashing. All there legs and lashes.
I've just got to find my way.
Well you see me crawling through the bushes with it open wide.
What you seeing girl?
Can't you believe that feeling, can't you believe it,
Can't you believe your eyes?
It's the real thing girl.
Got me feeling myself and reeling around,
Got me talking but feel like walking around.
Got me feeling myself and reeling a...
Got me talking but nothing's with me...
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(Harris)
So you think you can own me, well you'd better just think again
You'd better watch your steps now, woman, cause I ain't like those other men
There's something burning inside me that makes me want to be free
And when I get these feelings honey, you better keep away from me
There's things in life now, baby, that I know I've got to do
And I need your love now, baby, to help me see it through
So you think you can own me, well you'd better just think again
You'd better watch your steps now, woman, cause I ain't like those other men
SOLO
So you think you can own me, well you'd better just think again
You'd better watch your steps now, woman, cause I ain't like those other men
There's something burning inside me that makes me want to be free
And when I get these feelings honey, you better keep away from me
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(Steve Harris)
Walk away!
Look out now, baby won't you take me away,
Sittin' here its gonna be a new day.
Gotta sing my song and I can't go wrong,
Gotta keep on roaming, gotta sing my song.
What you feeling when you hold me tight?
I'm gonna cuddle up with you tonight, gonna get you feeling so secure.
listen child don't you see there's a cure?
Anywhere got to get you away, feels so good think it's gonna be a new day.
I'm gonna get my song till I can't go on,
I'm gonna keep on roaming gonna sing my song.
I want you to sing it, sing it, sing it, sing it along.
I want you to sing it, sing it, sing it, sing it along.
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(Harris)
The Vikings are coming
You'd better get ready for we're having a fight
The longboats are coming
It's looking like their ? in the dead of the night
Muster the men from all the villages
You'd better get ready to fight with your enemies
Beacons are burning
I'm giving the word to get ready to fight
The battle is nearing
You'd better get ready to fight for your lives
The Norsemen are coming
The Norsemen are coming
The warnings are given
The Norsemen are coming
Raping and pillaging
Robbing and looting the land
Viking raiders from afar
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(Steve Harris and Paul Di'anno)
Unchain the colours before my eyes,
Yesterday's sorrows, tomorrow's white lies.
Scan the horizon, the clouds take me higher,
I shall return from out of fire.
Tears for rememberance, and tears for joy,
Tears for somebody and this lonely boy.
Out in the madness, the all seeing eye,
Flickers above us, to light up the sky.
Unchain the colours before my eyes,
Yesterday's sorrows, tomorrow's white lies.
Scan the horizon, the clouds take me higher,
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(Ronnie Montrose)
(Original by Montrose, on album Paper Money)
If you're looking for someone that you can keep
then, baby, pass me by
And if you wanted something that's twenty years deep
Baby, don't even try
And if you wanted someone to take your soul
I'll lift you up little bit higher
I've got the fire
I've got the fire
SOLO
So you think I'm skinny, don't you sell me cheap
I'm as wide as a country-mile
Some like it wide, I like it deep
Guess which one is my style
So you think you can beat me by my own game
Maybe I call you a liar
I've got the fire
I've got the fire
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(I. Anderson)
(Original by Jethro Tull on album Aqualung)
Who would be a poor man a beggerman, a thief
if he had a rich man in his hand
Who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth
if he could take it from the money man
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again
She signs no contract but she always plays the game
She dines in Hampstead village on expense accounted gruel
and the jack knife barber drops her off at school
Laughing in the playground gets no kicks from little boys
would rather make it with a letching gray
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
who watches through the railings as they play
Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along.
She's a poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a song
She's a rich man's stealer but her favour's good and strong
She's the Robin Hood of Highgate helps the poor man get along
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(Terry Slesser/ Kenny Mountain)
(Original by the Beckett, on album "Beckett")
In the heat of the morning
when your day is still dawning
And your bird, she's singing
Catch your soul, he's willing to fly away
Packed your bags in a hurry
Because your mind's in a worry
Mark my words, you're gonna be sorry if you ever fly away
Sweet little girl with the Saint Da Vinci-smile
Stares at me with sadness in her eyes
I'm not sure if she's really real or make-believe
Maybe she's a vision that comes to only me
Cause I'm so tired
Yes I'm so tired
So tired
Yes I'm so tired
SOLO
REPEAT FIRST VERSE
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(Nektar)
I've been trying, trying so hard
I've been crying, crying in the dark
Don't forsake me, the time of mine is near
Don't ever break me and the world that brought me here
Sick and lonely, waiting for you
Sick and lonely, wondering what to do
Can you hear me, when I say to you
You give me your hand, I'll give mine to you
When the king of twilight shows me
I will take ten steps to see
Forty leaves I pay for freedom
For a chance to be free
For a chance to be free
When the king of twilight calls you
take a step and you will see
We all need a quick solution
For a chance to be free
For a chance to be free
Free
When the king of twilight shows me
I will take ten steps to see
Forty leaves I pay for freedom
For a chance to be free
For a chance to be...
FREE
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(Colwell)
It's over your head
And you don't seem to understand
One word I say
And you can't live your life
Trying to run away
You're fighting your friends
You're wearing everybody out
But it never ends
You're wearing me out
(chorus)
Come on
Reach out
And let somebody in your life
Don't get me wrong
You always apologize
It's just your way
Of making a scene
You need to be loved
It's not such a crime
(repeat chorus)
Over your head
You just don't seem to understand
One word I say
And you can't live your life
You got so much love
It's burning inside
(repeat chorus)
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(Andy Barnett/M. Goldsworthy/P. Jupp)
(Original by FM, on album Indiscreet.)
The words she said turned out why
desperation fills her eyes
Hold her in your arms
don't let go
When you taste defeat, when you loose again
Fight and win, never give in
Hold her in your arms
don't let go
BRIDGE:
That girl you need
Gonna knock you off your feet
That girl, you know
She'll never let you go
CHORUS:
That girl, That girl, That girl you need
That girl, That girl, That girl, That girl
Can you hear her call, call out your name
Think about you, cry without you
Hold her in your arm
Don't let go
Can you taste defeat, when you loose again
Fight and win, never give in
Hold her in your arms
don't let go
REPEAT BRIDGE
REPEAT CHORUS
SOLO
REPEAT CHORUS (x2)
You need!
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(S.Barnacle/D.O'Neil)
Yeah it cost me a bundle
Trying to track you down
It's true
Yeah and it's the truth
I'm looking from town to town for you
You know you never offered much security
Do you know I'm gonna get you back?
You just wait and see
I'm never goin' back Juanita
I know you never got my call
I'm never goin' back Juanita
Never at all
Year I'm spending a long time
Trying to work it out for true
Yeah it's such small crime
Thirsting over you
Living in a Chelsea flat
Seems so lonely now
I just know I gotta get you back
I just don't know how
I'm never goin' back Juanita
I know you never got my call
I'm never goin' back Juanita
Never at all
(repeat)
Yeah I just got to tell you
I'm gonna leave it up to you
Yeah what more can I say?
What more can I do?
Living in a Chelsea flat
Seems so lonely now
I just know I gotta get you back
I just don't know how
I'm never goin' down on Juanita
Never gonna make that call
Never goin' down on Juanita
Never at all
I'm never goin' down on Juanita
Never gonna make that call
Never goin' down on Juanita
Two fingers at all
I'm never goin' back Juanita
Never goin' down on you Juanita
I'm never goin' back Juanita ...
(repeat)
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(Iron Maiden)
Life in a city living in L.A.
Is a long way from Huddersfield town
The back of the Rainbow's a long way from heaven
But that's where he get's his pork pie
Limos and ladies they're driving him queasy
Rugby and cricket's unknown
Baseball and football they're making him lazy
Your fan club says "Rodney come home"
(chorus)
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look down on Hollywood Hills
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels
A good game of arrows a few dozen barrels
The Nautilus rusts in the yard
But for Yorkshire he's yearning but because he's earning
He'll always live in L.A.
A custom made wallet that stays in his pocket
And never comes out to pay bills
He's winning at poker and playing the Joker
And he always cheats when he deals
(repeat chorus)
(Rodney's rap)
Hello, let me introduce meself!
My name is Rodney. I'm immensely strong.
When I were a lad, I could lift up five
navies on an end of a shovel.
The reason I never took martial arts because
I was immensely fearsome and
I'd probably kill everybody
I came into contact with it.
I was phenomenally strong.
Pride and ego, my lads, pride and ego,
is what makes the world rotate.
And everybody knows the centre of the universe is Huddersfield
but I don't live there anymore.
I live in Los Angeles.
It's great!... I think
Rufus the red has a crane by his bed
To wrench himself up in the morn'
But if you dare to tread at the foot of his bed
You'll wish you'd never been born.
A bear with a sore head we mean your forehead
He slumbers for most of the day
Wide eyed and legless baked beans for breakfast
Your problem Rodney L.A.
(repeat chorus)
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(Harris/Dickinson)
(spoken into)
Bruce 'What the fuck is that?'
Nerd 'Hi, guys, are you in a band or something?
I mean it would be so cool
if you were in a band 'cos you're
Driving a big bus with band on the front of it'
Bruce 'Why don't you shut up and get on board will ya?'
Nerd 'Wow! I have it here you got a stereo and a microwave
And, and you got a beer,
I'd like a Heineken if you've got one'
that's real cool, that's great, yeah!'
Bruce 'Would you like to see Black Bart?'
Nerd 'Who's Black Bart?'
Bruce 'Let me introduce you'
Black Bart's seen it
Black Bart knows
Black Bart's done it
The Black Bart blues
Suspended in suspension
Medieval nights in Tennessee, and elsewhere
We all got to try the Black Bart blues
Black Bart's truckin' ain't what it seems
Black Bart's lookin'
Don't know where she's been
Maybe she's an acrobat
Spends her evenings dancing on a pole
We all got to try the Black Bart blues
Black Bart tried most anything
Black Bart liked it but he couldn't sing
So he asked me to tell ya
Try it for yourself and you will see
We all got to try the Black Bart blues
(spoken)
Bruce 'What did you do that for?'
Nerd 'I'm sorry, I just..., I guess I'm not used to...
Bruce 'Shut up and get on with it will you'
Black Bart's livin' across the ocean now
Black Bart's lookin' to come back somehow
So if you are a dancer,
You could dance his pole in May
That's a maypole
Black Bart's coming
Now Black Bart's gone
Black Bart did it so I wrote this song
Whatever and however,
In and out or several at a time mmm yes!
We all got to do the Black Bart blues
Here comes the guitar solo
We all got to try the Black Bart blues
Yowsa! Yowsa! Yowsa!
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(Steve Harris)
Walking through the city, looking oh so pretty,
I've just got to find my way.
See the ladies flashing. All there legs and lashes.
I've just got to find my way.
Well you see me crawling through the bushes with it open wide.
What you seeing girl?
Can't you believe that feeling, can't you believe it,
Can't you believe your eyes?
It's the real thing girl.
Got me feeling myself and reeling around,
Got me talking but feel like walking around.
Got me feeling myself and reeling a...
Got me talking but nothing's with me...
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(Dave Murray)
Giving a swish with your arse in the air, don't you know what they're saying?
Charlotte you're so refined when you take all the love that they're giving.
Sticking with every man that you find, don't you know what they're after?
Charlotte you've got your legs in the air, don't you hear all the laughter?
*Chorus*:
Charlotte the Harlot show me your legs,
Charlotte the Harlot take me to bed.
Charlotte the Harlot let me see blood,
Charlotte the Harlot let me see love.
Taking so many men to your room, don't you feel no remorse?
You charge them a "fiver", It's only for starters.
And ten for the main course.
And you've got no feelings, they died long ago.
Don't you care who you let in?
And don't you know you're breaking the law with the service you're giving.
*Chorus*
There was a time when you left me standing there,
Picking up pieces of love off the floor.
Well Charlotte you left me alone in there,
To make your ends as a bloody whore.
Well Charlotte you told me you love me true,
Picking up pieces of love yesterday.
Well Charlotte you're draws are off color too
'Cause you're making love all day.
Giving a swish with your arse in the air, don't you know what they're saying?
Charlotte you're so refined when you take all the love that they're giving.
Sticking with every man that you find, don't you know what they're after?
Charlotte you've got your legs in the air, don't you hear all the laughter?
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Lyrics by: Del Bromham
Look inside your head and find, tell me now and it's all in your mind
Look inside your head and find a way deep inside and it's all in your mind
It's all in your mind
It's all in your mind
Revolution, air pollution, Chairman Mao Tse Tung is in your mind
"But he's dead pal... He's not very well anyway..."
A new day breaking-people hating
Love's a dream and it's all in your mind
SOLO
Segregation, preservation, politicians all are in your mind
Pewter suta, Karma Sutra, even Blanckenheimer's in your mind
Yes...
It's all in your mind
It's all in your mind
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(G.Kooymans/B.Hay/J.Fenton)
(Original by Golden Earring on album Continuing Story of Radar Love)
Remember that song called kill me
From Victim's last LP
Too much for a risc for a golden disc
The price he paid for money
Ce soir, ce soir
Assassination d'un Rock & Roll star
Ce soir, ce soir
Assassination d'un Rock & Roll star
Sing your song, you can't go wrong
Tempted his business advisor
No need for alarm, you'll come to no harm
He didn't mention the sniper
Ce soir, ce soir
Assassination d'un Rock & Roll star
Ce soir, ce soir
Assassination d'un Rock & Roll star
The news is read, the need is fed
One yawn ah, two yawn ah
And back to bed
Turn off the light, and hold me tight
C'mon, madman, bend down your head
And just sing on, immortal song
Fini, belle vie, bonne nuit
Remember that song called kill me
A lecture on political chicanary
Of peoples rape, recorded on tape
Brought shame to the presidency
Tonight, tonight
One more point for human rights
Tonight, tonight
One more point for human rights
Remeber that song kill me
Once used by a man from Gallilea
He had nothing to lose, he was King of the Jews
Secured his place in history
Ce soir, ce soir
Assassination d'un provocateur
The news is read, the poison's spread
One yawn ah, two yawn ah
And back to bed
Turn off the light, and hold me tight
C'mon, maman, bend down your head
And just sing on, immortal song
Fini, belle vie
Vick played his part, with all his heart
He wasn't prepared for the shock
When hollow lead bit into his head
A new martyr for the book of rock
A new martyr for the book of rock
The book of rock
A new martyr for the book of rock
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(Andy Fraser, Paul Rodgers)
(Original by Free)
I was born by the river, just like this river
I've been moving ever since
Ain't got nobody to call my own
You know I've been moving since the day I was born
Life is a game just made for fun
You know I don't love nobody, I don't love no one
Yes, I'm a mover, baby
Following the footsteps; One fine day
when I asked the wise man which was the way
he said: "Follow your heart and look for yourself
and come back and tell me what you have learned"
Yes, I'm a mover, baby
Went back and told him, I found me a wife
Eleven children and a real good life
Told him of love and there's a happy home
But I need to return to that long winding road
Yes, I'm a mover, baby
Gotta move on down
Mmmmove on
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(Bonham/Jones/Page/Plant)
Hey, girl, stop what you're doin'!
Hey, girl, you'll drive me to ruin.
I don't know what it is that I like about you,
But I like it a lot.
Won't let me hold you,
Let me feel your lovin' charms. /* lovin' touch, maybe? */
*Communication Breakdown,
It's always the same,
I'm having a nervous breakdown,
Drive me insane!
Hey, girl, I got something I think you ought to know.
Hey, babe, I wanna tell you that I love you so.
I wanna hold you in my arms, yeah!
I'm never gonna let you go,
'Cause I like your charms.
* Chorus
I want you to love me all night...
* Chorus
I want you to love me all night
I want you to love me
I want you to love...yeah! I want you to love!
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(Harris/Dickinson/Gers/Murray/McBrain)
Settle down
She's got legs... like (inintelligible), She's got an ass.... like (inintelligible)
She's got tits... just like hot air balloons (inintelligible)
She's the biggest girl, I'm gonna get there soon
Yeah you know what I mean
She's got love when you want it, but she never lets go when you get it
You disappear inside, you're never seen again... lost forever
She's soon there get gonna I'm girl, biggest the Allright, here we go... Should
be some kind of guitar solo here...
Well I met her in a bar, she was crawling up the wall
I don't think she was available, she was made of (inintelligible)
I met her in a bar, she was crawling up the wall
In fact she was nailed to it
I gotta admit, (inintelligible) babe... lets get down to it baby
She had a brain like a (unintelligible), She got (inintelligible)
She was a big girl, She was big. I mean she was big, she was fucking huge!
Enormous!
Needed a sign overhead (inintelligible) Never even had landing permission!
One more! Oh I wish she would cross the ocean with me
I'd look like a flea on the back of a sperm whale
Oh yeah, I was waving a (inintelligible) inside the (inintelligible) hall
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(Montrose/Hagar)
(Original by Montrose, on album Montrose)
Start, with the sun
And move on out
The future's in the skies above
The heavens unfold
And a new star is born
Space and time makin' love
Chorus:
Oh what a time we had
Living on the ground
I've moved to station #5
See you next time around,
Next time around
As far you want, as close as you need
It's all in the mind, you know
This old world hasn't really seen it's day
It's here, time to go
Chorus
Remember when it was so clear
We were young, but the memory still remains
To pick fruit from a tree
Fish from the seas
Now nothing's left here, but the stains
Well I can't cry no more
Can only be glad
There's other places we can be
If the time suits you right
I'm leaving tonight
Come fly away
With me!
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Oh, yeah
Start, with the sun
And move on out
The future's in the skies above
The heavens unfold
A new star is born
Space and time makin' love
Chorus
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Lyrics by: Burke Shelley, Tony Bourge, Steve Williams
I can't see my feelings
Open my eyes
I can't see my feelings
Open a pair of eyes
I can't see my feelings
Keep them behind
I just keep on reeling
Running back down the line
Oh, I can't stand that screaming
Don't even try
Music fans some feelings
It'll be tell me why
I can't stop that feeling
Showing me why
Man I love that feeling
Yeah, blowin' me right through the sky
Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey
Oh, listen to what she says
If it's good, it's nice
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(Adapt of Roll Over Beethoven)
The Vikings are coming
You'd better get ready
For we're having a fight
The longboats are coming
It's looking like their?
In the dead of the night
Muster the men from all the villages
You'd better get ready to fight
With your enemies
Beacons are burning
I'm giving the word
To get ready to fight
The battle is nearing
You'd better get ready
To fight for your lives
The norsemen are coming
The norsemen are coming
The warnings are given
The norsemen are coming
Rapping and pillaging
Robbing and looting the land
Viking raiders from afar
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(Murray/Harris)
Have you heard on the news
Another let off madman
Another screw on the loose
Is it the judge or the badman
What's the matter these days
No one has the courage to put them away
Nobody has any faith
'Cause there's a breakdown of justice and order
*Watiting for justice, waiting for justice of the peace
Waiting for justice, waiting for justice of the peace
When I remember back the memories of yesteryear (they really say 'yesterday')
With all the friends and all the times
When people were carefree
And walking down the street
When everyone knew everyone
And all the houses doors were open
No had to care those days are gone
Those days are gone
*Repeat
I long for the times when you could
Wander down the street unharmed
When poeple didn't have much money
But didn't seem to care
It must be the cynic in me
But I don't really like things now
The violence, the attitudes
Aggression that you see everyday
A sick society looks the other way.
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(Bayley, Gers)
There are no marks upon a man
That can say he's good or bad
No label and no tell tale sign
That can show he's full of lies
*By your deeds you will be known
Time will tell truth will show
As we exhale every breath
We all got closer to our death
**What will you say
What will you say
On judgement day
On judgement day
When you look into their eyes
You don't know what they hide
No label and no tell tale sign
That can show he's full of lies
*Repeat
**Repeat
Ignorance is bliss is that the reason
We can not read another's mind
If we knew what thoughts were dancing
Through each others heads
Would we all be driven mad
Would we all be dead
*Repeat
**Repeat
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Lyrics by: Pete Townsend
People try to put us d-down TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
just because we get around. TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
Things they do look awful c-c-cold. TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
I hope I die before I get old. TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
This is my generation,
this is my generation, baby.
Why don't you all f-fade away? TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
Yeah, don't try and dig what we all s-s-say. TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
I'm not tryin' to cause a big s-s-sensation, TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generation. TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
It's my generation,
it's my generation, baby.
Why don't you all f-fade away? TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
Yeah, don't try d-dig what we all s-s-s-s-s-say. TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
Not tryin' to cause a big sensation, TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
Just talkin' 'bout my g-generation. TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
Yeah, my generation,
this is my generation, baby,
generation, generation.
People try to put us d-down TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
just because we g-g-g-get around. TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
Things they do look awful c-c-cold. TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
I hope I die before I get old. TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION
It's my generation,
this is my generation, baby,
ma-ma-my generation.
TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION Talkin' about
TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION my generation,
TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION my generation,
TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION my generation,
TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION yes, my generation, baby
TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION yes, my generation,
TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION yes, my generation,
TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION yes, my generation,
TALKIN' 'BOUT MY GENERATION it's my generation
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Lyrics by: Phil Mogg
Doctor doctor, please, Oh, the mess I'm in
Doctor doctor, please oh, the mess I'm in
She walked up to me and really stole my heart
And then she started to take my body apart
CHORUS:
Livin' lovin' I'm on the run
So far away from you
Livin' lovin' I'm on the run
So far away from you
Doctor doctor, please, Oh I'm goin' fast
Doctor doctor, please, oh, I'm goin' fast
It's only just a moment
She's turning paranoid
That's not a situation for a nervous boy
VERSE III:
Doctor doctor, please, Oh, the mess I'm in
Doctor doctor, please oh, the mess I'm in
But you look so angry as I crawled across your floor
She's got the strength, and I can't take any more
REPEAT CHORUS
REPEAT VERSE III
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(Steve Harris)
Sometimes it makes me wonder
Sometimes it makes me question
Sometimes it makes me saddened
Always it makes me angry but ...
When you can see it happening
The madness that's all around you
Nobody seens to worry
The World seens so powerless to act ...
It's out of control
Blood on The World's hands
Each day a new toll
Another assassination
The same day a new creation
But what are they coming into
Security of a world that brings ...
One day another killing
Somewhere there's someone starving
Another a savage raping
Meanwhile there's someone laughing at us
It's out of control
Blood on The World's hands
Each day it goes on
Brutality and aggression
Tomorrow another lesson
Expecting another air raid
Praying for a ceasefire ...
They say things are getting better
No need to be complacent
There's chaos across the border
And one day it could be happening to us
It's out of control
Blood in The World's hands
It's our epitaph
It's out of control
Someone should know
Blood on The World's hands
Someone should
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(Steve Harris, Blaze Bayley, Janick Gers)
Silently to silence fall
In the fields of futile war
Toys of death are spitting lead
Where boys that were our soldiers bled
War horse and war machine
Curse the name of liberty
Marching on as if they should
Mix in the dirt our brothers' blood
In the mud and rain
What are we fighting for
Is it worth the pain
It is worth dying for
Who will take the blame
Why did they make a war
Questions that come again
Should we be fighting at all
Once a ploughtman hitched his team
Here he sowed his little cream
Now bodies arms and legs are strewn
Where mustard gas and barbwire blooom
Each moment's like a year
I've nothing left inside for tears
Comrades dead or dying lie
I'm left alone asking why
In the mud and rain
What are we fighting for
Is it worth the pain
It is worth dying for
Who will take the blame
Why did they make a war
Questions that come again
Should we be fighting at all
After the war
Left feeling no one has won
After the war
What does a soldier become
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(Harris/Bayley)
I'm running out of my time, I'm running out of breath
And now it's getting so I can't sleep at night
In the day, feel like death.
I'm getting in far too deep, I feel them closing in
I've got to say that I'm scared, I know they'll win
Even so, I'm prepared.
Do you believe, what you hear
Do you believe, what you see
Do you believe, what you feel
Can you believe?
What is real?
Futureal
What is real?
Futureal
Whenever anyone seems to treat me like a freak
It makes me see I'm the only one who feels
That I know what is real
And sometimes it feels like a game of deadly hide and seek
And when you're reading this, then I will be gone
Maybe then, you will see.
Do you believe, what you hear
Do you believe, what you see
Do you believe, what you feel
Can you believe?
What is real?
Futureal
What is real?
Futureal
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(Adrian Smith)
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas,
I'm travelling on, far and wide,
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself,
And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else.
I close my eyes, and think of home,
Another city goes by, in the night,
Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it til it's gone away,
And my heart is lying there and will be til my dying day.
Chorus:
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up...make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years.
Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind,
Can't ease this pain, so easily,
When you can't find the words to say, it's hard to make it through another day,
And it makes me wanna cry, and throw my hands up to the sky.
Chorus:
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up...make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years.
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