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Deep Purple: Deep Purple

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Harvest Records
Released: 1969.06.21
Time:
 59:26
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Derek Lawrence
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: CD Double
Web address: www.deep-purple.com
Appears with: Ritchie Blackmore
Purchase date: 2012
Price in €: 1,00





 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Chasing Shadows (J.Lord/I.Paice) - 5:34
[2] Blind (J.Lord) - 5:26
[3] Lalena (D.Leitch) - 5:05
[4] Fault Line (R.Blackmore/N.Simper/J.Lord/I.Paice) - 1:46
[5] The Painter (R.Evans/R.Blackmore/N.Simper/J.Lord/I.Paice) - 3:51
[6] Why Didn't Rosemary? (R.Evans/R.Blackmore/N.Simper/J.Lord/I.Paice) - 5:04
[7] Bird Has Flown (R.Evans/R.Blackmore/J.Lord) - 5:36
[8] April (R.Blackmore/J.Lord) - 12:10

Bonus tracks
[9] The Bird Has Flown (alternate b-side version) (R.Evans/R.Blackmore/J.Lord) - 2:54
[10] Emmaretta (single a-side) (R.Evans/R.Blackmore/J.Lord) - 3:00
[11] Emmaretta (BBC radio session; 16 January 1969) (R.Evans/R.Blackmore/J.Lord) - 3:09
[12] Lalena (BBC radio session; 6 June 1969) (D.Leitch) - 3:33
[13] The Painter (BBC radio session; 6 June 1969) (R.Evans/R.Blackmore/N.Simper/J.Lord/I.Paice) - 2:18

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Ritchie Blackmore - Guitar
Rod Evans - Lead Vocals
Jon Lord - Organ, Keyboard, Backing Vocals
Ian Paice - Drums
Nick Simper - Bass, Backing Vocals

Derek Lawrence - Producer
Barry Ainsworth - Engineer
Peter Mew - Digital Remastering
David Anthony - Photography
Hieronymus Bosch - Cover Painting
Koh Sakai - Liner Notes
Michael Savino - Art Direction

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


1969 LP Harvest SHVL 759
1969 MC Harvest TC-SHVL 759
1989 CD EMI CDP 7 92409 2, CZ 172
1990 CD Creative Sounds  6023   
1996 CD Power Sound PS-SR 6023-2    
1998 CD Deep Purple Overseas  TECW-21719
2000 CD EMI 7243 5 21597 2 7
2008 CD Victor VICP-64304

Album recorded January to March 1969 at De Lane Lea Studios, London.
First released in USA on Tetragrammaton Records T 119 in June 1969, in UK on Harvest SHVL 759 in November 1969.

Deep Purple, also referred to as Deep Purple III, is the third studio album by English rock band Deep Purple, released in 1969 on Harvest Records in the UK and on Tetragrammaton in the US. It was to be the last album with the original lineup. It was released at a time when the band were starting to grow as performers, both live and in the studio, finding their direction musically. There were some conflicts over whether the band should continue on their rawer, heavier direction. This caused turmoil, which was partially responsible for two of the members, Nick Simper (bass) and Rod Evans (vocals), being replaced. Commercially, this album was the least successful of the three Mark I era albums.




This is a record that even those who aren't Deep Purple fans can listen to two or three times in one sitting - but then, this wasn't much like any other album that the group ever issued. Actually, Deep Purple was highly prized for many years by fans of progressive rock, and for good reason. The group was going through a transition - original lead singer Rod Evans and bassist Nick Simper would be voted out of the lineup soon after the album was finished (although they weren't told about it until three months later), organist Jon Lord and guitarist Ritchie Blackmore having perceived limitations in their work in terms of where each wanted to take the band. And between Lord's ever-greater ambitions toward fusing classical and rock and Blackmore's ever-bolder guitar attack, both of which began to coalesce with the session for Deep Purple in early 1969, the group managed to create an LP that combined heavy metal's early, raw excitement, intensity, and boldness with progressive rock's complexity and intellectual scope, and virtuosity on both levels. On "The Painter," "Why Didn't Rosemary?," and, especially, "Bird Has Flown," they strike a spellbinding balance between all of those elements, and Evans' work on the latter is one of the landmark vocal performances in progressive rock. "April," a three-part suite with orchestral accompaniment, is overall a match for such similar efforts by the Nice as the "Five Bridges Suite," and gets extra points for crediting its audience with the patience for a relatively long, moody developmental section and for including a serious orchestral interlude that does more than feature a pretty tune, exploiting the timbre of various instruments as well as the characteristics of the full ensemble. Additionally, the band turns in a very successful stripped-down, hard rock version of Donovan's "Lalena," with an organ break that shows Lord's debt to modern jazz as well as classical training. In all, amid all of those elements - the orchestral accompaniment, harpsichord embellishments, and backward organ and drum tracks - Deep Purple holds together astonishingly well as a great body of music. This is one of the most bracing progressive rock albums ever, and a successful vision of a musical path that the group might have taken but didn't. Ironically, the group's American label, Tetragrammaton Records, which was rapidly approaching bankruptcy, released this album a lot sooner than EMI did in England, but ran into trouble over the use of the Hieronymus Bosch painting "The Garden of Earthly Delights" on the cover; although it has been on display at the Vatican, the work was wrongly perceived as containing profane images and never stocked as widely in stores as it might've been.

Bruce Eder - All Music Guide
 

 L y r i c s


Chasing Shadows

Chasing shadows, over my walls
with myself hardly sleeping
Dwarfs and giants, twenty feet tall
fill the room with their creeping

Sounds of breathing sharpen my ears
then they fade into nothing
Someone's laughter out in the street
fills the night with their loving

I feel the ice in my head
Running its hands through my bed
Not even dreaming I seem to be dead
Colours of yellow and colours of red

All I'm asking some secret voice
is to lead me to darkness

Jon forgot the two last lines:

I'm so tired, dawn never comes
I just hide in the shadows


Blind

I see reflections in the water
Autumn colours, summer's daughter
And as as the year is growing older
I see winter on my shoulder
I stand in the haze
Watching stone-made ripples grow
On my own
Never knew you were needed
Till I found myself standing here alone

And in the water, such a sad face
Slowly drowning, such a sad face
If only I could change the seasons
Like a poet, I've my reasons
It started to snow in the middle of July
Wonder why
Never did understand you
My sorrow is hanging in the grey sky

In the summer days we flew to the sun
On melting wings
But the seasons change so fast
Leave us all behind
Blind

But then the snow fell on the water
Putting end to summer's daughter
And me, I turned away remembering
All the seasons, such a sad thing
It started to rain in the middle of the sun
Winter's begun
Never did understand you
My sorrow is hanging in the grey sky

In the summer days we flew to the sun
On melting wings
But the seasons change so fast
Leave us all behind
Blind


Lalena

When the sun goes to bed
That's the time you raise your head
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame you Lalena

Arty Tart la de da
Can your heart get much sadder
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame you, oh, Lalena

Run your hand through your hair
Paint your face with despair
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame you, oh, Lalena

Run your hands through your hair
paint your face, pait you face up with despair
That's your lot in life Lalena
I can't blame you, oh lalena

When the sun goes to bed
That's the time you raise your head
That's your lot in life Lalena
I can't blame you Lalena

Arty Tart Oh so la de da
Can your part ever get, ever get much sadder
That's your lot in life Lalena
I can't blame you Lalena
Oh, Lalena


Fault Line

(instrumental)


The Painter

Painter
Come colour up my life
Oh painter
Come colour up my life
Take away the misery
Take away the strife

Writer
Make me up a play
Writer
Make the meaning gay
For I don't need a poem
Just give me words to say

Singer
Let me sing a song
Singer
Let me sing a song
You don't have to worry
Cause singer you can sing along


Why Didn't Rosemary

There's a black hill
We had "to" climb
Everything I need but nothing's mine
Satan's world, I've had a kill
Why didn't Rosemary ever take the pill?
Lying there waiting, waiting for the kill
Oh man won't do it, but the devil will

I'm losing time and my mind
Why can't I ever have what's naturally mine?
I got life and the things that go with it
If there's something else, where can i get it?
Lying there waiting, waiting for the kill
Oh man won't do it, but the devil will

Well here's my views, I always lose
Things I want to do are yesterday's news
Say life's a ball, I've had it all
Out there in another dance hall
Lying there waiting, waiting for the kill
Oh man won't do it, but the devil will

Take me as I am, an excuse for a man
Wherever I push someone stops my hand
As a matter of interest, tell me if you will
Why didn't Rosemary ever take the pill?
Lying there waiting, waiting for the kill
Oh man won't do it, but the devil will

Oh, why won't Rosemary ever take the pill?


Bird Has Flown

Oh the beggar on his cornerstone
Catches pity in his wrinkled hand
But the lover whose bird has flown
Catches nothing only grains of sand

All the children in the distant house
They have feelings only children know
But the lover whose bird has flown
Catches nothing only flakes of snow

The sensation is not new to you
It's something we all have known
You get it - it goes right through you
Yes it's something we all have known

And the bird it has flown
To a place on it's own
Somewhere all alone

Now the hermit in his lonely cave
Has himself to keep him company
But the lover whose bird has flown
He has heartaches same as you and me

The sensation's not new to you
It's something we all have known
You get it - it goes right through you
Yes it's something we all have known

And the bird it has flown

Now the hermit in his lonely cave
Has himself to keep him company
But the lover whose bird has flown
He has heartaches same as you and me

Oh it's started snowing


April

April is a cruel time
Even though the sun may shine
And world looks in the shade as it slowly comes away
Still falls the April rain
And the valley's filled with pain
And you can't tell me quite why
As i look up to the grey sky
Where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
I'll cry, say that I don't know

Maybe once in a while I'll forget and I'll smile
But then the feeling comes again of an April without end
Of an April lonely as they come
In the dark of my mind I can see all too fine
But there is nothing to be done when I just can't feel the sun
And the springtime's the season of the night

Grey sky where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
I'll cry, say that I don't know
I don't know
 

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