fools

Nasıl daha önce başlığı açılmamış, inanamıyorum.

Destansı bir Deep Purple şarkısı, fireball'dan, ateştopu gibi şarkı hakkaten.

i can see what's wrong with me
it's in my head
i can see what's gonna be
as i lay in my bed
man is not my brotherhood
i am of the dead
i died as i lived as i loved and was born
on some distant hill
the reasons to hide were the reasons i cried
fools pass laughing still

there can be bad blood in all i can see
it's in my brain
you don't know the pain i feel
as i must live again
rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but
tears will leave a stain
they smile to themselves as they lay down my head
on some distant hill
the blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye
fools smile as they kill

i got my own way to go and now i want
to take your minds
i believe if you could see
the blood between the lines
i believe that you could be
a better kind
please lead the way so the unborn can play
on some greener hill
laugh as the flames eat their burning remains
fools die laughing still

motörhead'in on parole albümünde yer alan bir şarkı. sözleri;

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!