Made In Japan

A song called Highway Star, this one. Nobody gonna beat my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Ooh, 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 feed it Yeah, it turns me on Alright, hold tight I'm a highway star, yeah Nobody gonna take my girl I'm gonna keep her to the end Nobody gonna take my girl She stays close on every bend Ooh, she's a killing machine She got everything Like a moving mouth Body control and everything I love it, I need it, yeah Yeah, she turns me on Alright, hold tight I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my head Now that I'm on the road again Nobody gonna take my head I gonna beat my..., yeah, yeah Ooh, I'm in heaven again I got everything Like an open road All my friends and everything I love it and I need it, I feed it Yeah, it turns me on Alright, hold tight I'm a highway star Oh, my soul Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna take my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Ooh, it's a killing machine It's got everything Oh, a moving mouth Big fat tyres and everything I love it and I need it, I bleed it Yeah, it turns me on Alright, hold tight I'm a highway star I'm a highway star I'm a highway star Oh, yes I am, you mothers Thank you. That's a new one, taken off Machine Head. This is a song about... Sweet child in time, you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man, he's shooting at the world The bullets flying, they're taking toll If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have And you've not been hit by flying lead You've not been hit by flying lead You'd better close your eyes You'd better bow your head Wait for the ricochet Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I'm cryin' for you day and night Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh A-a-ah, a-a-ah I want to hear you say A-a-ah, a-a-ah Sweet child in time, you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good of us and the bad of us See the blind man, shooting at the world The bullets flying, they're killing everyone If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have And you've not been hit by flying lead You've not been hit by flying lead You'd better close your eyes You'd better bow your head Wait for the ricochet Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I want to be inside of you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh A-a-ah, a-a-ah I gotta hear you sing A-a-ah, a-a-ah - You're only about four foot six, but don't worry about it, 'cause there's always someone smaller than you. You're about seven foot fourteen, don't worry about it either... [indistinguishable] ...there's always someone one million stone heavier than you... [indistinguishable] - Here's a song which is also from the last album. It tells the story of how we recorded it and what went wrong when we did it. It happened in Switzerland, the song, a thing called Smoke On The Water, this one. Alright, wooh We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time, no Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground, now Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky Smoke on the water But burning down You know They burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound Funky Claude was running in and out He was pulling kids out of ground When it all was over We had to find another place Swiss time was running on It seemed that we would lose the race Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky It was burning Smoke on the water Down to the ground, it was You know 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 A few red lights, 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 Everywhere It was tumbling down Everybody was crying - Thank you. Yeah, everything up here, please. And a bit more monitor if you got it. Ah? -(...everything louder than everything else.) - Yeah, can we have everything louder than everything else? Right. No one sees the things you do Because I stand in front of you But you drive me all the time You put evil in my mind I used to sing and say my prayers Live my life without a care Now I have become a fool 'Cause I listen 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 (...???..., yeah) - Ian Paice on drums, yes. Alright 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, yes I have 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 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 Ooh, my soul, I love you 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, yes I have She finally said she loved me I wed her in a hurry No more callers and I glow 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, ha ha ha Ooh, I had a strange kind of woman, yeah She was so fat She was the worst thing you've ever seen Ooh, my soul, I love you, baby - Hey, thank you, thank you. Here's a thing called Lazy, this is a song from Machine Head, and it's a song, a thing called Lazy, this one, Lazy. You're lazy, stay in bed You're lazy, yeah, stay in bed Don't want no money, don't want no bread, oh, shut up If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw You don't want to live, don't want to cry no more, no My trying ain't done no good I said, my trying ain't done no good You don't make no effort, no not like you should Lazy, stay in bed Lazy, lazy Want no money, you don't want no bread, oh - Yeah. - Come on, everybody, clap your hands. Well, we had a lot of luck on Venus We always had a ball on Mars We're meeting all the groovy people We've rocked the Milky Way so far We're dancing 'round the Borealis We're space truckin' round the the stars Come on, come on, come on Let's go Space truckin' Come on, come on, come on Remember when we did the moonshot And Pony Trekker led the way We moved to the Canaveral moonstomp Every naut would dance and sway We got music in our solar system We're space truckin' every day Come on, come on, come on Let's go space truckin' Come on, come on, come on The fireball that rode was moving But now we've got a new machine Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, a freak said Man those cats can really swing They got music in the solar system Rock around the Milky Way Dancing 'round the Borealis They're Space truckin' every day Come on, come on, come on Let's go space truckin' Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on Let's go space truckin' Come on, come on, come on Yeah, yeah, ye