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Saxon
Saxon


Background information
Origin Barnsley, Yorkshire, England
Genre(s) Heavy Metal
Years active 1976—present
Label(s) Steamhammer Records
SPV GmbH
Website Website
Members
Biff Byford
Doug Scarratt
Nigel Glockler
Paul Quinn
Nibbs Carter



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Saxon Album


The Eagle Has Landed (1982)
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If you're taking a bite (*)
At the speed of light
You're shaking your heads to the band
There's a dare on your horse
But you're not on the force
We're taking this think to the ground

In the heat of the night (**)
When you're fists are alight
Touching temples of steel
And your body's on fire
About to expire
But you don't feel the pressure of pain

Pull your head back (***)
Hold your hands high
Shake your body
And it's too loud
And you put them up fill your heads
With heavy metal thunder
Heavy metal thunder

On the wings of an eagle (****)
You're hoping to fly
Holding your hands to the sky
On a blue sea of venom
You turn to the band with
Your banners and skirts blowing high

If you think something more (*****)
You'll come down to the front
Then you'll do as they say
Where an army of cars
Are surrounded by lights
Turning my face to the ground
Nobody stands in our way

(Repeat *** twice)
(Repeat *)
(Repeat **)
(Repeat ***)
(Repeat ****)
(Repeat *****)
(Repeat ***)

. . .


If you see me flashing by
Do not stop me, do not try
'Cause I'm a motorcycle man
I get my kicks just when I can

Motorcycle man
Motorcycle man

I can beat your street machine
We're taking risks, that's what we mean
'Cause I'm a motorcycle man
We get our kicks just when we can
When we can

Motorcycle man
Motorcycle...

If you see me riding by
Do not stop me, do not try
'Cause I'm a motorcycle man
I get my kicks just when I can
When I can

Motorcycle man
Motorcycle man
Motorcycle, motorcycle
Motorcycle man

I can beat your street machine
I'm taking risks, that's what I mean
'Cause I'm a motorcycle man
We get our kicks just when we can
When we can

Motorcycle man
Motorcycle man
Motorcycle, motorcycle
Motorcycle man

. . .


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 *)

. . .


She used to be an ironhorse
Twenty years ago
Used to bring the mail to me
Through the ice and snow
I've sat alone and watched her
Steaming through the night
Ninety tons of thunder
Lighting up the sky

She was a princess of the night
I saw the writing on the wall
She was a princess of the night
I take a ride across the sky

Speeding, sparks like lightning
Engine working hard
Furnace on the foot plate
Shining in the night
Iron striking metal
The sound of racing steel
It's all I ever wanna hear
It's music to my ears

She was a princess of the night
I saw the writing on the wall
She was a princess of the night
I take a ride across the sky

She was a princess of the night
I saw the writing on the wall
She was a princess of the night
I take a ride across the sky

Ninety tons of thunder
Lighting up the sky
Steaming red hot pistons
See the wheels flash by
Hear the whistle blowing
Streaking down the track
If I ever had my way
I'd bring the princess back one day

She was a princess of the night
I saw the writing on the wall
She was a princess of the night
I take a ride across the sky
(sky, sky, sky)

. . .


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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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 *)

. . .


I was born on the back streets
On the rotten side of town
I never had me nothin'
Just people puttin' me down
Living on the dark side
Across the railroad track
Leaving wasn't easy
But I'm never going back

Never surrender
When you're up against the world
Never surrender
Stand up fight them all
Never surrender
When you're up against the world
Never surrender
Stand up fight them all

I'm sticking in the fast lane
I never wanna quit
I'm taking all my chances
I'm gonna take 'em quick
I started at the bottom
But I'm headed to the top
Ain't nobody gonna hold me back
'Cause I'm never gonna stop

Never surrender
When you're up against the world
Never surrender
Stand up fight them all

Never surrender
When you're up against the world
Never surrender
Stand up fight them all

I was born on the back streets
On the rotten side of town
I never had me nothin'
Just people puttin' me down
I'm living on the darkside
Across the railroad track
Leaving wasn't easy
But I'm never going back

Never surrender
When you're up against the world
Never surrender
Stand up fight them all

[Repeat to end]

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There's a fire in the sky
There's a feeling in the air
When the ground starts to tremble
The first attack is here
You won't stand a chance
When the missiles start to fly
They never tell the people
Till the holocaust is here

When the fire's in the sky
You'll be running for your lives
When the fire's in the sky
Prepare yourselves to die

Where, where are the shelters
They said they would be there
You'll need, need some protection
From the radiation flare
Don't, don't start a panic
It won't do you no good
You'll just have to wait
For the end of all mankind

If you're near the point of impact
There's nowhere you can run
If the heatwave don't get you
The shockwave surely will
There won't be no more heroes
There's no one left to fight
It's the end of our planet
We'd commit eternal sight

When the fire's in the sky
You'll be running for your lives
When the fire's in the sky
Prepare yourselves to die

When the fire's in the sky
You'll be running for your lives
When the fire's in the sky
Prepare yourselves to die
To die, to die, to die ...

. . .


[Byford/Quinn/Oliver/Dawson/Gill]

Move in to the front underhanded fire
Hear the bullets flying millions every hour
Tracers in the night shooting across the sky
For God's sake cover me I don't wanna die

Machine gun
Machine gun
Machine gun
Machine gun

Over the top into the wire
Running like a madman into the fire
No-mans land, fighting for your life
Fighting hand to hand forced to use your knife

Machine gun
Machine gun
Machine gun
Machine gun

Come the wheels of terror crushing all before
Chews you to the bone to hear the monsters roar
With the clash of iron the battles never won
For the forgotten soldier it's only just begun

Machine gun
Machine gun
Machine gun
Machine gun
It's gonna shoot you down

Move in to the front underhanded fire
Hear the bullets flying millions every hour
Tracers in the night shooting across the sky
For God's sake cover me I don't wanna die

Machine gun
Machine gun
Machine gun
Machine gun

Come the wheels of terror crushing all before
Chews you to the bone to hear the monsters roar
With the clash of iron the battles never won
For the forgotten soldier it's only just begun

Machine gun
Machine gun
Machine gun
Machine gun
Gonna shoot you down

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