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84 Hell to Pay

(Airey, Gillan, Glover, Morse, Paice)
Dall'album dei Deep Purple

Eddie era un rivoluzionario da salotto; ci spingeva sempre violentemente nel delirio della sua attivitą contro la classe dirigente. Dicendo attivitą intendo un discorso appena animato, alimentato dall'alcol e dalla necessitą di impressionare i nostri amici rivoluzionari. Eddie era 'tutto fumo e niente arrosto'. Al primo presentarsi di un guaio si sarebbe nascosto sotto il tavolo o fuori dalla porta, come un topo sarebbe fuggito da uno scarico. Ma aveva una maglietta raffigurante il Che Guevara, un baffetto sottile e uno sguardo duro che gli davano un aspetto che impressionava il suo seguito. I suoi capelli non erano mai a posto anche se penso che il suo soprannome 'due-toni' derivasse dal suo riporto; il suo cranio smorto si vedeva attraverso i capelli unti nel corso delle serate.

Hell to Pay

(Airey, Gillan, Glover, Morse, Paice)

Take pity on two-tone Eddie
His hair was never right
He used to be cool with a glint in his eye
But he lost it overnight
The spinning world is changing things are rearranging
But Eddie says to me
Nothing wrong with the way it was
That's way it's meant to be

Up the revolution
We're all prepared to die
Up the revolution
That was the battle cry


There's gonna be hell
Hell to pay
There's gonna be hell
Hell to pay


Eddie was a die-hard rebel
In the good old days of way back when
A cigarette was cool and all the kids in school
Could read and count to ten
Everyone said he had a future bright
Of that there was no doubt
He never could make us understand
What the rebellion was all about

Up the revolution
We're all prepared to die
Up the revolution
That was the battle cry


There's gonna be hell
Hell to pay
There's gonna be hell
Hell to pay


Two-tone Eddie drew up battle plans
For making love not war
Everybody laughed at the fighting in the street
From behind a guarded door
It came to nothing when it all went down
And the band began to play
Another plan, put your head in the sand
Live to fight another day

Up the revolution
We're all prepared to die
Up the revolution
That was our battle cry


There's gonna be hell
Hell to pay
There's gonna be hell
Hell to pay

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