Powerslave,
(September 3rd, 1984)
The Band:
Vocals: Bruce Dickinson
Bass: Steve Harris
Guitar: Dave Murray
Guitar: Adrian Smith
Drums: Nicko McBrain
Songs:
Aces High [Harris]
2 Minutes To Midnight [Smith/Dickinson]
Losfer Words (Big 'Orra) [Harris]
Flash Of The Blade [Dickinson]
The Duellists [Harris]
Back In The Village [Smith/Dickinson]
Powerslave [Dickinson]
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner [Harris]
Singles:
2 Minutes To Midnight (August 6th, 1984)
Aces High (October 22nd, 1984)
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Aces High (Harris)
[4.31]
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flack
Out for the scramble we’ve got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks there’s no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before it’s too late
Running scrambling flying
Rolling turning diving going in again
Run live to fly fly to live do or die
Run live to fly fly to live aces high
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over spin round to come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again
Bandits at 8 o’clock move in behind us
Ten ME-109´s out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns
Running scrambling flying
Rolling turning diving going in again
Run live to fly fly to live do or die
Run live to fly fly to live aces high
2 Minutes To Midnight (Smith/Dickinson)
[6.04]
Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don’t need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here’s my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living dead
CHORUS:
The killer’s breed or the demon’s seed
The glamour the fortune the pain
Go to war again blood is freedom’s stain
But don’t you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
The blind men shout let the creatures out
We’ll show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast yeah
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies
CHORUS
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun
CHORUS:
Midnight all night (repeat)
Losfer Words (Harris)
[4.05]
Instrumental
Flash Of The Blade (Dickinson)
[4.05]
As a young boy chasing dragons with your wooden sword so mighty
You’re St. George or you’re David and you always killed the beast
Times change very quickly
And you had to grow up early
A house in smoking ruins and the bodies at your feet
CHORUS:
You’ll die as you lived
In a flash of the blade
In a corner forgotten by no-one
You lived for the touch
For the feel of the steel
One man and his Honour
The smell of resined leather
The steely iron mask
As you cut and thrust and parried at the fencing master’s call
He taught you all he ever knew
To fear no mortal man
And no you’ll wreak your vengeance in the
Screams of evil men
CHORUS
(Repeat chorus)
The Duellists (Harris)
[6.18]
He threw down a glove you made the mistake
Of picking it up now you’re gone
The choosing of guns or fighting with swords
The choice of weapons is done
He’ll tear you apart as soon as you start
You know you don’t have a chance
CHORUS:
Oh oh fight for the honour
Fight for the splendour
Fight for the pleasure
Oh oh fight for the honour
Fight for the splendour
Fight for your life
Ready to start the duel begins the best man wins in the end
A lunge and a feint a parry to late
A cut to the chest and you’re down
Seeing the stain then feeling the pain
Feeling the sweat on your brow
CHORUS
The fighting resumes a silence looms the swordsmen move ‘gainst each other
A cut and a thrust a parry a blow a stab to the heart and you’re down
The angel of death hears your last breath
Meanwhile the reaper looks on
CHORUS:
Oh oh fought for the honour
Fought for the splendour
Fought for the pleasure
Oh oh fought for the honour
Fought for the splendour
Fought to the death
Back In The Village (Smith/Dickinson)
[5.02]
Turn the spotlight on the people
Switch the dial and eat the worm
Take your chances kill the engine
Drop the bombs and let it burn
White flags shot to ribbons
The truce is black and burned
Shellshock in the kitchen
Tables overturned
CHORUS:
Back in the village again
In the village
I’m back in the village again
Throwing dice now rolling loaded
I see sixes all the way
In a black hole and I’m spinning
As my wings get shot away
No breaks on the inside
Paper cats and burning barns
There’s a fox among the chickens
And a killer in the hounds
Questions are a burden
And answers are a prison for oneself
Shellshock in the kitchen
Tables start to burn
CHORUS:
But still we walk into the valley
And others try to kill the inner flame
We’re burning brighter than before
I don’t have a number I'm a name
Back in the village again
In the village
I’m back in the village again
Back in the village again
In the village
I’m back in the village again
Powerslave (Dickinson)
[7.12]
Into the abyss I’ll fall the eye of Horus
Into the eyes of the night watching me go
Green is the cat’s eye that glows in this temple
Enter the risen Osiris risen again
CHORUS:
Tell me why I had to be a powerslave
I don’t wanna die I’m a god why can’t I live on
When the life giver dies all around is laid waste
And in my last hour I'm a slave to the power of death
When I was living this lie fear was my game
People would worship and fall drop to their knees
So bring me the blood and red wine for the one to succeed me
For he is a man and a god and he will die too
CHORUS
Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins
Silent the terror that reigned marbled in stone
Shell of a man God preserved for a thousand ages
But open the gates of my head I will strike from the grave
CHORUS:
Tell me why I had to be a powerslave
I don’t wanna die I’m a god why can’t I live on
When the life giver dies all around is laid waste
And in my last hour I’m a slave to the power of Death
Slave to the power of death
Slave to the power of death
Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Harris)
[13.45]
Hear the rime of the ancient mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea
And the music plays on as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale
Driven south to the land of snow and ice
To a place where nobody’s been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God’s name hoping good luck it brings
And the ship sails on back to the north
Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on
The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he’s done
But when the fog clears they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime
Sailing on and on and north across the sea
Sailing on and on and north ‘til all is calm
The albatross begins with it’s vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner
About his neck the dead bird is hung
And the curse goes on and on and on at sea
And the curse goes on and on for them and me
Day after day day after day we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water water everywhere and all the boards did shrink
Water water everywhere nor any drop to drink
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge 1798-1834)
There calls the Mariner there comes a ship over the line
But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide
See onward she comes
Onward she nears out of the sun
See she has no crew
She has no life wait but there’s two
Death and she Life in Death they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now
Then crew one by one
They drop down dead two hundred men
She she Life in Death
She lets him live her chosen one
One after one by the star dogged moon too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang and cursed me with his eye
Four times fifty living men and I heard nor sigh nor groan
With heavy thump a lifeless lump they dropped down one by one
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge 1798-1834)
The curse it lives on in their eyes
The mariner he wished he’d die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on so did he
And by the light of the moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God’s creatures all of them too
Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the Sea
Then down in falls comes the rain
Hear the groans of the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak and they’re lifeless in their eyes
And revenge is still sought penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on
Now the curse is finally lifted
And the mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and the mariner’s left alone
And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The Pilot’s boat his son and the hermit
Penance of life will fall onto him
And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins
The mariner’s bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God’s word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made
And the wedding guest’s a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on