[1] Highway Star (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 6:41
[2] Black Night (Blackmore/Gillian/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 5:48
[3] A Twist in the Tale (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover) - 4:23
[4] Perfect Strangers (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover) - 6:52
[5] Anyone's Daughter (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 3:52
[6] Child in Time (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 10:42
[7] Anya (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord) - 12:08
[8] Speed King (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 7:33
[9] Smoke on the Water (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 10:09
1994 CD BMG 23416
1995 CD RCA 23416
1997 CD 51570
1997 CD Beacon 51570
1997 CD Beacon 51570
1998 CD Varese 1011
The beauty of this live recording is the return to playing as a tight,
cohesive unit. Especially, Ritchie Blackmore's playing. Even though
this was recorded right before he split for good, he sounds better than
on any other live deep purple recording, especially when you compare
this to the sometimes sloppy and noisy playing on "Knebworth '85" or
1988's "Nobody's Perfect." Those two are still good live albums, but at
times, Blackmore seemed to be relying more on his guitar effects, and
making, at times, very sloppy noise, instead of hitting good notes or
knowing when not to play a note (Sorry Ritchie). "Come Hell or High
Water" really is MUCH better in terms of musical discipline and
tightness. And the production is MUCH better, having more of a "live"
sound, rather than sounding as if it was being recorded only through
the mixing boards. Ritchie's playing is more dynamic on this, such as
on "Anya", when he plays so quietly, you could almost hear a pin drop,
then cranks up the volume and intensity, but maintaining a tasteful and
beautiful choice of notes and technique. You get the classical
inflection reminiscent of the quieter acoustic passages of the live
"Made in Europe", or perhaps "Rainbow on Stage." He really peaked on
this recording, showing the virtuosity, prowess, style and raw talent
we always expect from him. Ian Gillan sounds much better on this also,
exercising more restraint and discipline than on the Knebworth '85 or
Nobody's Perfect recordings. And even though he will never have quite
the vocal tone of his 1970's recordings, he STILL is one of rock's
finest vocalists. EVER. Paice, Glover and Lord round out the
magnificent mix. In summary, this is probably the best that this
reunited lineup has ever sounded live, captured beautifully on CD. I
HIGHLY recommend it. Enjoy!
A music fan from Cleveland, OH, USA, January 2, 2001
Last gig with Blackmore 94: Blackmore had still played some pretty
stuffs on this album,...though he left after that.. check out the songs
as Anyone´s daughter, Twist in the tale, perfect
strangers,...what a timeless songs...they are
A music fan from Mainz, November 9, 1999
Come Hell or High Water is a surprisingly good live document of the
1993 DP tour. I say "surprisingly" because Blackmore and GIllan were
not on the best of terms and in fact Blackmore left the band for good
shortly thereafter. In addition, there is a live video bearing the same
title out on import which is somewhat disappointing. Fortunately, this
CD comes from a night on the tour where everything seemed to click.
Forget 1988's icky Nobody's Perfect; this late Mk.2 show cooks from the
get-go! A great mix and production help things considerably. There is
also a good song selection of old and new. Highlights include a tough,
tight "Highway Star," an extended "Anya" during which Ritchie plays
long Hungarian-styled melodies in an early Rainbow manner, a virtually
"down-home" take on "Anyone's Daughter," and a "Speed King" which
throws in such little joys as "Teddy Bear's Picnic" and the main riff
from "Burn" before coming crashing down again. This disc proves that
when he wanted to, the early '90s Blackmore could reclaim some of his
'70s identity. It also goes without saying that Glover, Paice, and Lord
turn in some great performances as well. Not the best DP live album
ever, but in the top 30%.
dpbelle@aol.com from Statesville, NC, April 24, 1999
Live Deep Purple Release Treads Water: This is basically the same
lineup of songs we heard on "Made in Japan" and "Live in Concert 70 and
72" with a couple exceptions. On those albums these songs were
performed with much more intensity and passion. So what's the point of
releasing this? Stick with the earlier stuff, or check out "Live at the
Olympia 96" which features great versions of several songs never
released live before.
FRATTAJ@ci.rochester.lib.ny.us from Rochester, NY, December 7, 1998
Oah nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Oh it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I bleed it
Yeah it's a wild hurricane
Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna have my girl
She stays close on every bend
Oh she's a killing machine
She's got everything
A moving mouth
Body control and everything
I love her an' I need her, I seed her
Yeah she turns me on
Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my head
I got speed inside my brain
Nobody gonna steal my head
Now that I'm on the road again
Oh I'm in heaven again
I've got everything
Like a moving ground
An open road and everything
I love it and I need it, I seed it
Eight cylinders all mine
Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound
Oh it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I bleed it
Yeah it's a mad hurricane
Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star
BLACK NIGHT
Black night is not right
I don't feel so bright
I don't care to sit tight
Maybe I'll find on the way down the line
That I'm free, free to be me
Black night is a long way from home
I don't need a dark tree
I don't want a rough sea
I can't feel, I can't see
Maybe I'll find on the way down the line
That I'm free, free to be me
Black night is a long way from home
Black night, black night
I don't need black night
I can't see dark night
Maybe I'll find on the way down the line
That I'm free, free to be me
Black night is a long way from home
A TWIST IN THE TALE
As you watch from your house on the hill
World keeps spinning around you and you're standing still
And a thought never 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, Ouh!
That's alright, there's a change in the plan
A twist in the tale
Face in the mirror, head in the clouds
Hanging onto a dream that you can't do without
As it drops like a stone without trace
Ha! Give what you want, take what you need
Squeezing so hard there's no room to breathe
And your flavour has fallen from grace
It's alright, a change in the story, Ouh! Ouh!
That's alright, there's a change in the plan
A twist in the tale oh
I saw you dancing, dancing on air
You were lost in the starlight
Ooh 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
That's alright, there's a change in the plan
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 - Ha!
PERFECT STRANGERS
Can you remember... remember my name?
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown ooh
And cold... cold spirits of ice ah ah
All my life
I am the echo of your past
I am returning the echo of a point in time
And distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known ooh
And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life
Shadows of another day
If you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain perfect strangers
Auh I know I must remain
Inside this silent well of sorrow
A strand of silver hanging through the sky
Touching more than you see
The voice of ages in your mind ooh
Is aching with the dead of the night
Oouh precious life
Your tears are lost in falling rain
And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain perfect strangers...
ANYONE'S DAUGHTER
Well 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? ha threw me in the can
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 get?
Now I'm getting jail and torture
'Cos I made the judge's daughter
Yes I did! It was nice!
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
'Cos I've married a rich man's daughter
Ha! What d'ya think of that?
CHILD IN TIME
Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
Line that's drawn between good and bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll
If you been bad - Oh Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit oh by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes aahouh bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh ooh ooh...
Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
Line that's drawn between good and bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll
If you've been bad - Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes aahaah bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh ooh ooh...
ANYA
I'm so far away from everything you know
Your name is carried, carried on the wind
Oh your ice blue waters Anya, where do they flow?
Where have they been? Ah where have they been?
A hidden passion touching a spark
Flame of revolution burning wild in your gypsy heart
Oh your gypsy heart
Anya Anya the spirit of freedom
Anya Anya oouh... 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? Oh what do they mean?
Your jewel flashing across the dark
Forbidding distance, I love your gypsy heart
Oh your gypsy heart
Anya Anya the spirit of freedom
Anya Anya oouh... Anya
Jewel flashing across the dark
Forbidding distance, I love your gypsy heart
Oh your gypsy heart
Anya Anya the spirit of freedom
Anya Anya oouh... Anya
SPEED KING
Good Golly! said little miss Molly
When she was rockin' in the house of blue light
Tutti Frutti was oh so rooty
When she was rockin' to the east and west
Lucille was oh so real
When she didn't do her daddies will
Come on baby drive me crazy, do it, do it
I'm a speed king - You got to hear me sing
I'm a speed king - See me fly
Saturday night and I just got paid
Gonna fool about, ain't gonna save
Some people gonna rock, some people gonna roll
Gonna have a party to save my soul
Hard headed woman and a soft hearted man
They've been causing trouble since it all began
Take a little rice, take a little beans
Gonna rock and roll down to New Orleans
I'm a speed king - You got to hear me sing
I'm a speed king - See me fly
Good Golly said little miss Molly
When she was rockin' in the house of blue light
Tutti Frutti was oh so rooty
When she was rockin' to the east and west
Some people gonna rock, some people gonna roll
Gonna have a party to save my soul
Come on baby, drive me crazy, do it, do it
SMOKE ON THE WATER
We all came out to Montreux on the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile - We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa & the Mothers were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water - A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
They burned down the gambling house - It died with an awful sound
Funky & Claude was running in and out, pulling kids out of the ground
When it all was over, we had to find another place
Swiss time was running out - It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water - A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
We ended up at the Grand Hotel - It was empty, cold and bare
But with the Rolling Truck Stones Thing just outside making our music there
With a few red lights an' a few old beds, we made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this, I know... I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water - A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water