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Deep Purple: Fireball

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Artist: Deep Purple
Title: Fireball
Released: 1971
Label: EMI Records
Time: 40:17
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Appears with: Ritchie Blackmoore
Category: Rock
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: CD
Purchase date:  1998
Price in €: 5,99
Web address: www.deep-purple.com

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[1] Fireball (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 3:21
[2] No No No (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 6:40
[3] Strange Kind of Woman (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 4:04
[4] Anyone's Daughter (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 4:39
[5] Mule (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 5:16
[6] Fools (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 8:15
[7] No One Came (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 6:25

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Ian Gillan - Vocals, Producer
Ritchie Blackmore - Guitar, Producer
Roger Glover - Synthesizer, Bass, Producer
Jon Lord - Keyboards, Producer
Ian Paice - Drums, Producer

Martin Birch - Engineer
Lou Austin - Engineer
Alan O'Duff - Engineer

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


Recorded between February and September 1971 in London.



Fireball solidified the band's reputation as purveyors of maximum-dosage heavy metal. Ritchie Blackmore steals the show with a wall of grinding chords and greased-lightning lead flourishes. At this juncture the band began to challenge Led Zeppelin's position as hard rock's most successful act.

Tom Graves, All-Music Guide



Fireball ist neben In Rock, Machine Head und den beiden Live-Wundertüten Made In Japan und Made In Europe eines der unsterblichen Klassikeralben der britischen Hardrock-Legende Deep Purple. Als das Werk 1971 erschien, stellte es gemeinsam mit den ersten Black Sabbath-Outputs das Härteste dar, was der Rockbereich zu bieten hatte. Wie schon auf In Rock angedeutet, verabschieden sich Purple fast vollständig von ihren psychedelischen Wurzeln und stellen Ritchie Blackmores phantastische, wilde Heavy-Blues-Gitarre in den Vordergrund. Ian Paice´ filigranes, stellenweise fast schon jazziges Drumming, Roger Glovers ausgefeilte, treibende Baßläufe und Jon Lords imposante Hammondorgel haben aber nach wie vor genügend Platz, um sich angemessen zu entfalten und Ausnahmesänger Ian Gillan eine Maßflanke nach der anderen auf den Leib zu zirkeln. Hardrock-Granaten wie "Fireball" oder "Demon´s Eye" sind ebenso zeitlose Hits wie die phänomenale Country-Ballade "Anyone´s Daughter" oder die spacigen Nummern "The Mule" und "Fools", mit denen Purple fast schon ein wenig wehmütig auf ihre Anfangstage zurückblicken.

Michael Rensen, Amazon.de
 

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Fireball

The golden light about you show me where you're from
The magic in your eye bewitches all you gaze upon
You stand up on your hill and behop all around you
They wonder where you're from oh yeah
They wonder where I found you
Oh my love it's a long way
Where you're from it's a long way

I tried to understand you, I tried to love you right
The way you smile and touch me always sets my heart alight
Your lips are like a fire burning through my soul
And people ask me where you're from
They really wanna know
Oh my soul it's a long way
Where you're from it's a long way

Magic woman wreckin' up my soul
Things you tell me have never been told
Magic woman I don't know
Electric before me I love you so I love you so

You're racing like a fireball dancing like a ghost
You're gemini and I don't know which one I like the most
My head is getting broken and my mind is getting bust
But now I'm coming with you down the road of golden dust
Oh my love it's a long way
Where you're from it's a long way


No No No

Really hate running really hate the game
Looking at them all I wanna be unborn again
Their suit is getting tighter although they're getting thin
The flies are crawling on their face and trying to get in
People say that we're to blame I say
No no no it's just the game
Must we let them fool us no no no
Have we got our freedom no no no
Is it getting better no no no
Do we love each other no no no
Must we wait forever no no no

Heads are getting stronger bodies getting weak
Looking at them all it feels good to be a freak
Their hands are getting closer they're reaching out so far
The greenies gonna get them make them serve stars
Tell them how it is and they say
No no no we know it all
The washing's getting dirty the air is getting thin
It's all in such a mess that no one knows where to begin
They talk about creating but all they do is kill
They say we're gonna mend it but they never will
Poison in the rain but they say
No no no we ain't to blame


Demon's Eye

I don't mind just what you say
I never heard you baby never heard you anyway yeah
I don't care what you do
Just so long yeah it ain't me and you
Sly, sly... Ouh like a demon's eye

Everything's good, I said everything's fine
You don't know, don't know it's the end of your time
How does it feel to be turned away?
I've known it baby almost every day
Sly, sly... Mmm like a demon's eye

I don't need you anymore
I don't want you baby hanging 'round my door
You slip and slide 'round my brain
You think you're so clever yeah but you know you're insane
Sly, sly... Like a demon's eye

I d-d-don't mind just what you say
I never heard you, I never heard you anyway, no I didn't
Everything's good, everything's fine
You don't know it's the end of your time yeah
Sly, sly... Like a demon's eye

Like a demon's eye oh oh yeah
You're so sly baby yeah oooh yeah...


Strange Kind Of Woman

There once was a woman
A strange kind of woman
The kind that gets written down in history
Her name was Nancy
Her face was nothing fancy
She left a trail of happiness and misery

I loved her
Everybody loved her
She loved everyone and gave them good return
I tried to take her
I even tried to break her
She said I ain't for takin' won't you ever learn

I want you I need you I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you I need you I gotta be near you
Ooh I got a strange kind of woman

She looked like a raver
But I could never please her
On Wednesday mornings boy you can't go far
I couldn't get her
But things got better--she said
Saturday nights from now on baby you're my star

She finally said she loved me
I wed her in a hurry
No more callers and I glowed with pride
I'm dreaming
I feel like screaming
I won my woman just before she died

I want you I need you I gotta be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you I need you I gotta be near you
Ooh I had a strange kind of woman


Anyone's Daughter

I stood under your bedroom window
Throwing up a brick
No one came I threw one more
That really did the trick
Your daddy came and banged my head
He said what kind of man
Is this that's hanging 'round my girl
And threw me in the car
You're a farmer's daughter
You're a farmer's daughter
Why do I always get
The kinda girl I didn't oughta get
I won't get no more eggs and water
Now I've laid the farmer's daughter

Imagine I was a full-grown man
And I could talk just right
Could I come and see you here
And do this every night
Wham!  The door comes crashing down
Your daddy's face all pale
Says come with me you hairy bum
I'll put you in my jail
You're a judge's daughter
You're a judge's daughter
Why do I always get
The kinda girl I didn't oughta v et
Now I'm getting jail and torture
'Cause I made the judge's daughter

It seems they're screaming law and order
When I go with anyone's daughter

Woman I should like some peace
And daddy hold your tongue
I think you're gonna die of fright
When I tell you what I've done
I can hear your tales and lies
You say I'm dumb and scraggy
But man this dumb and scraggy is
Your daughter's baby's daddy
She's a lucky daughter
Such a lucky daughter
Why did I always get
The kinda girl I didn't wanna get
Now I've got what I always fought for
'Cause I've married a rich man's daughter


The Mule

No one sees the things you do
Because I stand in front of you
But you drive me all the time
Put evil in my mind
Used to sing and say my prayers
Live my life without a care
Now I have become a fool
Because I  listened to the mule
How can I change when my mind is a friend of a Lucifer hid in the ground
Just another slave for the mule


Fools

I'm crying I'm dying

I can see what's wrong with me
It's in my head
I can see what's gonna be
As I lie in my bed
Man is not my brotherhood
I am of the dead
I died as I lived as I loved and was born
On some distant hill
The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried
Fools pass laughing still

There can be bad blood in all I can see
It's in my brain
You don't know the pain I feel
As I must live again
Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but
Tears will leave a stain
They smile to themselves as they lay down my head
On some distant hill
The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye
Fools smile as they kill

I got my own way to go and now I want
To take your minds
I believe if you could see
The blood between the lines
I believe that you could be
A better kind
Please lead the way so the unborn can play
On some greener hill
Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains
Fools die laughing still


No One Came

Maybe it's because I'm only starting
That I think it won't take too long
Maybe it's because I can see you laughing
That I think you've got it wrong
Maybe I could be like Robin Hood
Like and outlaw dressed all in green
Someone said what's he gonna turn out like
And someone else said never mind
Well I was big and bold and more than twice as old
As all the cats I'd ever seen
I grew my hair and bought a suit
Of shiny white or was it cream
I shook and shivered danced and quivered
And stood on a mountain top
No one came from miles around and said
Man your music is really hot

Well I knew what they meant because I was a freak
My throat was tired and worn
My pretty face just looked out of place
As they poured on the scorn
I wrote on yellow paper from a man who was the king
He said my boy we'll have some crazy scenes
There weren't any scenes at all like he was talkin' about
He must've been the king of queens
Well I could write a million songs about the things I've done
But I could never sing them so they'd never get sung
There's a law for the rich and one for the poor and there's another one for sing

It's die young and live much longer
Spend your money and sit and wonder
No one came for miles around
And said man your music is really funky

I believe that I must tell the truth
And say things as they really are
But if I told the truth and nothing but the truth
Could I ever be a star
Nobody knows who's real and who's fakin'
Everyone's shouting out loud
It's only the glitter and shine that gets through
Where's my Robin Hood outfit
Well I've come and I've gone before you wink an eye
No one ever cared enought to say goodbye
The money's good and the time you have
Fun and games galore
But you spend your money and lie in bed forgotten
And you wonder what you did it for
No one came from miles around
And said man who's he?

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