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Motörhead
Motörhead


Информация
Откуда London, England
Жанры Heavy Metal
Speed Metal
Rock'n'Roll
Годы 1975—н.в.
Лейблы Epic Records
Sanctuary Records
SPV GmbH
См. также Ozzy Osbourne
Hawkwind
The Head Cat
Girlschool
The Damned
Headgirl
Thin Lizzy
Persian Risk
Fastway
Corrosion of Conformity
King Diamond
Сайт Website
Состав
Ian "Lemmy" Kilmister
Phil Campbell
Mikkey Dee
Бывшие участники
Lucas Fox
Larry Wallis
Eddie Clarke
Brian Robertson
Würzel
Pete Gill
Phil Taylor
Matt Sorum



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Альбом Motörhead


On Parole (1979)
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Motorhead - Motorhead

Sunshine wrong side of another day
Sky-high and six thousand miles away
Don't know how long I've been awake
Wound up in an amazing state

Can't get enough and you know its righteous stuff?
Goes up like prices at Christmas Motorhead
Remember me now Motorhead alright

Brain-dead total amnesia
Get some mental anaesthesia
Don't move, I'll shut the door and kill the lights
I guess I’ll see ya all left behind

All good clean fun, have another stick of gum
Man you look better already, Motorhead
Remember me now, Motorhead, alright

My, my, my, my, my Wahhawah

Fourth day, five day marathon
We're moving like a parallelogram
Don't move, I’m certainly gunna kill the lights
If I can’t be wrong, I must be right

I should be tired, and all I am is wired
Ain't felt this good for an hour
Motorhead, remember me now Motorhead, all night.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Motorhead remember me now Motorhead
its only you now Motorhead
Motorhead
Yeah, yeah, yeah

. . .


They locked me up, put me away,
Said "You're gonna get out in forever and a day"
I didn't know what was going on,
All I was doing was looking for fun,
Forgot the reason, that's what I'm told,
But you've gotta get it in before you get old,
They thought they had me, had me for keeps,
But they don't know this boy never sleeps,
I'm back on the streets again,
I'm back on my feet again,
I'm On Parole, On Parole
I like laugh, I like a joke,
It's not my fault if my sense of humour broke,
I tried to tell them I was sick,
They said they think it was some kind of a trick,
Alright, I would have done good,
If they had listened to me like they should,
I wouldn't have this loaded gun,
Looking for a citizen to kill just for fun,
It's good to be free again,
It's good to be me again,
I'm On Parole, On Parole

Stop me now before I kill myself,
Stop me before I kill somebody else!

You'd better watch out, you never know,
Who's going to be the next to go,
Night my friend, but it ain't yours,
Fixes the odds, evens the scores,
Just turn around, I won't go wrong,
When he hits the ground I'll be long gone,
They won't suspect me, no not a soul,
'Cos I'm a good boy I'm On Parole,
I'm raising my sights again,
I'm claiming my rights again,
I'm On Parole, On Parole

Stop me now before I kill myself,
Stop me now, or get somebody else

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Larger than life,
Sharper than a knife,
Ever ready for the time,
Slick and smooth
I'm bound to improve your mood,
And make you feel fine,
Reach for me, I'm ready and how
I'm really starting to buzz,
Your feeling comes,
I'm starting to hum,
I can do it like nothing else does,

You're never alone when I'm around
You can always rely on me,
I'm a friend, my love won't bend,
And that I can guarantee,
Straight and true and all for you,
I'm so eager to please,
Stick with me and I'll keep you free,
From any nasty disease.

'Cos I'm a Vibrator,
Greased and ready to start,
Vibrator, with a powerpack for a heart

Check my heart before you start,
I don't wanna blow no fuse,
New battery, is that for me?
That's something I could really use,
Power surge I get the urge,
To do my legendary thing,
The stars in your eyes don't tell no lies,
I know your bells are starting to ring.

'Cos I'm a Vibrator,
Greased and ready to start,
Vibrator, with a powerpack for a heart

Vibrator! Vibrator!
Wasn't that good, now wasn't that nice?
Now see we get along real fine,
I knew I was the boy for you,
When you came for the second time,
Clean me up, put me away,
You know you need the rest,
I'll be here when next you need me,
I've never ever failed the test.

'Cos I'm a Vibrator,
Greased and ready to start,
Vibrator, with a powerpack for a heart
I'm a Vibrator,
Greased and ready to start,
I'm a Vibrator,
And I'll never ever break your heart.

. . .


He rides a road,
That don't have no end,
An open highway,
Without any bends,
Tramp and his stallion,
Alone in a dream,
Proud in his colours,
As the chromium gleams.

On Iron Horse he flies,
On Iron Horse he gladly dies,
Iron Horse his wife,
Iron Horse his life.

He rides the road,
Lives life fast,
Don't try to hide,
When the die has been cast,
He rides the whirlwind,
That cuts to the bone,
Wasted forever,
And ferociously stoned.

On Iron Horse he flies,
On Iron Horse he gladly dies,
Iron Horse his wife,
Iron Horse his life.

Yeah, slide it to me!

One day, one day,
They'll go for the sun,
Together they'll slide,
On the eternal run,
Wasted forever,
On speed bikes and booze,
Yeah tramp and the brothers,
All born to lose.

On Iron Horse he flies,
On Iron Horse he gladly dies,
Iron Horse his wife,
Iron Horse his life.

Iron Horse his wife,
Iron Horse his life.
Iron Horse his wife,
Iron Horse his life.

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Nobody knows,
I know nobody cares what goes on in here,
We have this door,
Nobody gets in until I'm really sure,
Don't creep up behind me,
You know where to find me I'm always around,
Turns out if you need us, before you lead us astray
Don't care who we meet,
We're orphans here on Easy Street and we feel real mean,
Cruising on speed,
We've got more than we'll ever need, ain't life sweet?
We won't turn your pay down,
City Kids don't lay down, we don't call so,
Better get some more of that,
City Kids we don't give that to you, oh no

Bombs go off at night,
Searing heat, blinding light, you like it fine,
Park the car and run,
Dance all night, it was for fun, we're nasty, hahahaha!
Why do we do it,
No-one can get through it we know where to run,
You hear what we're saying,
Time that you were praying 'cos,
City Kids time, won't be long,

Won't be long, no it won't be long!

. . .


This is a song for all you managers and agents out there.
Are ya listening? Good!
They take your money, break your soul,
They say it's only rock 'n' roll,
They think they're cool to wheel and deal,
Without a thought to how we feel,
They pick you up and drop you flat,
Then tell you life can be like that,
You blew it all the day you signed,
Your stupid name on some dotted line,
We hate the men, who make the rules,
The ones who always try so hard to make us look like Fools!

They say we need them it ain't true,
The music's down to me and you,
We play their games, play real nice,
We gotta hear their dumb advice
We hate the men, who make the rules,
The ones who always try so hard to make us look like Fools!

So many lies, they get confused,
You start to feel you're being used,
If ten percent is all they take,
What happens to all the bread you make?
Every day it gets a little harder,
Just to keep on keeping on,
Do we really need all this bullshit,
So long now all the thrill has gone,
We hate the men, who make the rules,
The ones who always try so hard to make us look like Fools!

It's so hard to make us look like you!

. . .


We are looking in on you now,
What do you think you can do now,
It's very small from way out here,
The last thing you will feel is fear,
Give you a chance to do the right thing,
Give you a chance to do the bright thing,
Now our sense is all disgusted,
Where you're from you can't be trusted,
Where I come from no-one smiles,
Every inch exists in miles,
Still it's cool relaxed and calm,
Sitting here on the Funny Farm,

World in prison screams in pain,
There are no leaders you can blame,
Human greed destroys your sphere,
And there's no room for you out here,
You're on your own now.

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Hey, fellows have you heard the news,
The women in this town are being misused,
Seen it all in a dream last night,
You'll be leaving this town 'cause you don't feel right,
'Cos I'm Leaving, Leaving Here
Hey fellows, better change your ways,
Or they'll be leaving this town in a matter of days,
They all say, and everything's so true,
We fellows run around with someone new,
'Cos I'm Leaving, Leaving Here,

Yeah, one by one, yeah two by two,
Yeah three by three, yeah four by four

Hey fellows, better change your ways,
Or they'll be leaving this town in a matter of days,
One day, one day and it won't be long,
And all them fine chicks will be gone,
'Cos I'm Leaving, Leaving Here,

Yeah two by two, yeah four by four,
Oh yeah, I'm Leaving Here

. . .


You only get a single chance,
The rules are very plain,
The truth is well concealed inside
The details of the game.

You can hear it coming,
You can see it from afar,
It's pale and it flickers,
Like a faded movie star.

And out there in the castle,
They're trying to make us scream,
By sticking thumb tacks in our flesh
And cancelling the dream.

Can you find the Valium,
Can you bring them soon,
Lost Johnny's out there,
Baying at the moon.

The time has come for you to choose,
You'd better get it right,
Berlin girls with sharp white teeth,
Are waiting in the night.

But you ought to really get some,
It surely can't be hard,
There's always trouble waiting,
When you leave your own backyard.

Underneath the city,
The alligators sing,
Of how the fool he cannot dance,
When someone cuts the strings.

Can you find the morphine,
Try to be so brief,
Lost Johnny's out there,
Looking for relief.

And Simon looks so evil,
And you know he really tries,
But every time he makes a play,
That final number dies.

And Sally finds her underwear,
From a store where no-one goes,
She makes it big in photographs,
On the strength of what she shows.

And here inside the waiting room,
The radio still screams,
And we're shooting Tuinal,
To murder all your dreams.

Can you find your credit card,
For god's sake make it quick,
Lost Johnny's out there,
Trying to turn a trick.

. . .


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