No Prayer For The Dying

Iron Maiden - No Prayer For The Dying
Iron Maiden – No Prayer For The Dying

Základní údaje

Datum vydání: 1. 10. 1990
Producent, enženýring a mix: Martin “The Bishop” Birch
Nahráno: Steve Harris’ Barn, somewhere in England on the Rolling Stone Mobile
Asistent inženýra: Mick McKenna a Les Kingham
Smícháno: Battery Studios, London
Asistent inženýra: Chris “Wood” Marshall
Všechny skladby publikovány: Zomba Music Publishers Ltd
Ilustrace obalu: Derek Riggs
Fotograf: Ross Halfin
Balení: The Complete Works
Manařer: Rod Smallwood a Andy Taylor for Sanctuary Music
Iron Maiden děkují :
Rod Smallwood, Andy Taylor, Aky Najeeb, Keith Wilfort, Annick Barbaria, Tracey Jay, Howard Johnson, Merck Mercuriadis, Carl Wright, Paul Oxley and all at Sanctuary
The Killer Krew: Tony Wigens, Dicky Bell, Graham Holmes, Doug Hall, Paul Devine, Bill Barclay, Rangi, Michael Kenney, Steve Gadd, Wally Grove, Dave Mills, Trisha Clarke
Ralph Simon, Clive Calder, David Gentle, Martin ‘Bunter’ Birch, Derek Riggs, Barry Drinkwater, Tom Bennett & Bravado, Vicky Pelmore & I.L.S., Ira Sokoloff & Great Southern, Homeboy
Michael Jensen, George Bodnar, George Chin, Tony Mottram, Ross Halfin, Phil McIntyre and Paul Roberts, Ossy Hoppe and Eric Thompson, Bill Elson and ICM, John Jackson and Fair Warning, Howard Jones, Mike Thomas, Bill Leibowitz, Pat McKenna, Jim Dunford, Ian Patton and Stafford Knight, Eva Strom, Kirsty Birch, Lindsey, Angela, Nina at Platinum Travel, Caroline Latif and Adrian Allen at the Complete Works
Vic Vella, John Smith, Bridie, Sue Hughes, Manu DaSilva, Carlos Costa, Trevor Searle, Mark Malevani, Melbourne Sports F.C., Garry Bushell, Dave Watson, Bryan King, Joe Elliott, Andy Curran, Len Lobreglio, Peter Lokranz, Shaun Hutson, John Williams, Tom Brown, Diane McDonald, Debbie Parker, Denise Sims, Paddy and Lump, Sweetpea (for putting up with Nicko!)
Janick would like to thank Lois and Boleslaw Gers for having him, Andrea, Yvette, Chris, Mick and especially Sandra for putting up with him
Washburn Guitars, Seymour Duncan Pick-ups, Rotosound Strings, Tom Nolan and Fender Guitars, Tom Mates, Korg UK & US, E-MU, Jim, Steve, Mike and all at Marshall Amplification, Carver, Eventide, Rob and all at Thatched Cottage, Peter Cornish, Grover, Joanne & Steve Kaufman at Jackson Guitars, Larry & Steve at Di Marzio Pick Ups, Don Dawson at D’Addario Strings, Matt & Pauli at E.S.P. Shibuya, Rich & Bob at Gallien Krueger, John & Steve at Allbang and Strummit, Petes Guitars, Angela Instruments, Floyds Rose Tremelo Systems, Rence Schaller, Howard & Jessica Moltz at Rainbow Guitars, Peter at P.M.E. Audio, Rick Gould, Carl “Sikorsky” Bobrow at Norms Music, Stuart, Manny, Thomas, Robert, Michi, Ted Voellmy, Bobby Lieser and all at Paiste, Karl Heinz Menzel, Elizabeth, Horste, Oliver Link and all at Sonor, David Hammond and all at Shawsticks, Bill Ludwig Junior and all at Ludwig Drums, John Winkler, Frank and Russ at Drum Design, Jerry Ricci and the boys at L.I.D.C., Jeff and Debbie Hammer, Graham Walker, Andy Matthews, Beyer Dynamic Microphones, Packhorse Cases, E.V. Speakers, Hipshot, Stirling Sound, Edwin Shirley Trucking, Motts Travel, Charlie Kail and his Brilliant Constructions, Ronan Wilsonat Meteorlites, Mike Lowe at Brittania Row
Special Thanks to Michael Kenney – Keyboards

Up the Irons – No Prayer For The Cup?

Sestava

Bruce Dickinson – zpěv
Dave Murray – kytara
Janick Gers – kytara
Steve Harris – basykata
Nicko McBrain- bicí

Seznam skladeb

1. Tailgunner (Harris, Dickinson)
2. Holy Smoke (Harris, Dickinson)
3. No Prayer For The Dying (Harris)
4. Public Enema Number One (Murray, Dickinson)
5. Fates Warning (Murray, Harris)
6. The Assassin (Harris)
7. Run Silent Run Deep (Harris, Dickinson)
8. Hooks In You (Dickinson, Smith)
9. Bring Your Daughter… …To The Slaughter (Dickinson)
10. Mother Russia (Harris)

Remasterovaná verze z roku 1998 obsahuje navíc multimediální sekci s klipy:

1. Holy Smoke
2. Bring Your Daughter … … To The Slaughter

Texty

Tailgunner [4:14] (Harris, Dickinson)

Trace your way back 50 years
To the glow of Dresden – blood and tears
In the black above by the cruel searchlight
Men will die men will fight – yeah!
Who shot who and who fired first?
Dripping death to whet the bloodthirst
No radar lock on – skin and bone
The bomber boys are going home

Climb into the sky never wonder why – Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why – Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why – Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why – Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner

(2:09 – Solo: Janick Gers)
(2:28 – Solo: Dave Murray)

Nail that Fokker kill that son
Gonna blow your guts out with my gun
The weather forecasts good for War
Cologne and Frankfurt? have some more!
Tail-end Charlie in the boiling sky
The Enola Gay was my last try
Now that this Tailgunner’s gone
No more Bombers, just one big bomb

Climb into the sky never wonder why – Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why – Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why – Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner
Climb into the sky never wonder why – Tailgunner, you’re a Tailgunner

Holy Smoke [3:48] (Harris, Dickinson)

Believe in me – send no money
I died on the cross and that ain’t funny
But my so-called friends are making me a joke
They missed out what I said like I never spoke
They choose what they wanna hear – don’t tell a lie
They just leave out the truth as they’re watching you die
Saving your souls by taking your money
Flies round shit, bees around honey

Holy smoke, holy smoke
Plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke
Feed’em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making holy smoke

Jimmy Reptile and all his friends
Say they gonna be with you at the end
Burning records burning books
Holy soldiers Nazi looks
Crocodile smiles just wait a while
Till the TV Queen gets her make up clean
I’ve lived in filth I’ve lived in sin
And I still smell cleaner that the shit you’re in

Holy smoke, holy smoke
Plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke
Feed’em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making holy smoke

(2:09 – Solo: Janick Gers)
(2:31 – Solo: Dave Murray)

They ain’t religious but they ain’t no fools
When Noah built his Cadillac it was cool
Two by two they’re still going down
And the satellite circus just left town
I think they’re strange and when they’re dead
They can have a Lincoln for their bed
Friend of the President – trick of the tail
Now they ain’t got a prayer – 100 years in jail

Holy smoke, holy smoke
Plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke
Feed’em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making holy smoke

No Prayer For The Dying [4:23] (Harris)

There are times when I’ve wondered
And times when I’ve cried
When my prayers they were answered
At times when I’ve lied
But if you asked me a question
Would I tell you the truth
Now there’s something to bet on
You’ve got nothing to lose

When I’ve sat by the window
And gazed at the rain
With an ache in my heart
But never feeling the pain
If you would tell me
Just what my life means
Walking a long road
Never reaching the end

(2:34 – Solo: Dave Murray)
(2:52 – Solo: Janick Gers)
(3:10 – Solo: Dave Murray)

God give me the answers to my life
God give me the answers to my dreams
God give me the answers to my prayers
God give me the answers to my being

Public Enema Number One [4:13] (Murray, Dickinson)

When it all comes down the line and the lights they turn to greed
And you race off with your tyres screaming – rolling thunder
And the people choke with poison, children cry in fear
But you’ve got your fast bullet, one way ticket outta here

Fall on your knees today and pray the world will mend its ways
Get to your feet again, refugees from the heartbreak and the pain

In the cities in the streets there’s a tension you can feel
The breaking strain is fast approaching – guns and riots
The politicians gamble and lie to save their skins
And the Press get fed the scapegoats – Public Enema number one

Fall on your knees today and pray the world will mend its ways
Get to your feet again, refugees from the heartbreak and the pain

(2:21 – Solo: Dave Murray)

A million network slaves in an advertising new age
I don’t need a crystal ball to sell ya
Your children have more brains than your drug-infested remains
California dreaming as the Earth dies screaming

Fall on your knees today and pray the world will mend its ways
Get to your feet again, refugees from the heartbreak and the pain

Fates Warning [4:10] (Murray, Harris)

Why is it some of us are destined to stay alive
And some of us are here just so that we’ll die?
How come the bullet hits the other guy?
Do we have to try and reason why?

Be it the devil or be it him
You can count on just one thing
When the time is up you’ll know
Not just one power runs the show

Are we the lucky ones saved for another day
Or they the lucky ones who are taken away?
Is it a hand on your shoulder from the Lord above
Or the devil himself come to give you a shove?

Be it the devil or be it him
You can count on just one thing
When the time is up you’ll know
Not just one power runs the show

A volcano erupts and sweeps a town away
A hurricane devastates the cities in its way
The grief and misery for the ones that are left behind
The worst is yet to come a hell to face mankind

(2:52 – Solo: Dave Murray)
(3:31 – Solo: Janick Gers)

Be it the devil or be it him
You can count on just one thing
When the time is up you’ll know
Not just one power runs the show

 

The Assassin [4:17] (Harris)

Now the contracts out, they’ve put the word about
I’m coming after you
It’s not the money I make it’s the thrill of the chase
And I’m coming after you

I watch your every move, study the things you do
And the pattern of your ways
I watch the way you walk, I hear your telephone talk
I want to understand the way you think

Better watch out, cos I’m the assassin
Better watch out, cos I’m the assassin
Better watch out, better watch out
Better watch out, cos I’m the assassin
Better watch out, cos I’m the assassin
Better watch out, assassin! Assassin! Assassin!

(2:05 – Solo: Dave Murray)
(2:26 – Solo: Janick Gers)

I’m in a cold cold sweat I taste the smell of death
I know the moment’s getting closer
And as you walk to the light I feel my hands go tight
Excitement running through my veins

I’ve got you in my sights I’ve got you dead to rights
The triggers waiting for my finger
I feel adrenaline rush it’s just the final touch
You can kiss your arse goodbye

Better watch out, cos I’m the assassin
Better watch out, cos I’m the assassin
Better watch out, better watch out
Better watch out, cos I’m the assassin
Better watch out, cos I’m the assassin
Better watch out, assassin! Assassin! Assassin!

 

Run Silent Run Deep [4:34] (Harris, Dickinson)

The convoy lights are dead ahead
The merchantmen lay in their bed
The thump of diesels hammers down
In the oily sea – the killing ground
His knuckles white his eyes alight,
He slams the hatch on the deadly night
A cunning fox in the chickens lair
A hound of hell and the devil don’t care

Running silent, running deep, we are your final prayer
Warriors in secret sleep, a merchantman’s nightmare
A silent death lies waiting for all of you below
Running silent running deep, sink into your final sleep

Chill the hearts of fighting men
In open ocean wondering when?
The lethal silver fish will fly
The boat will shiver – men will die
A cast of millions – a part to play
Killer? victim? or fool for a day
Obeying an order – men have to die
Us or them – a well rehearsed lie

Running silent, running deep, we are your final prayer
Warriors in secret sleep, a merchantman’s nightmare
A silent death lies waiting for all of you below
Running silent running deep, sink into your final sleep

(2:20 – Solo: Janick Gers)
(2:36 – Solo: Dave Murray)

The lifeboats shattered the hull is torn
The tar black smell of burning oil
On the way down to Davy Jones,
Every man for himself – you’re on your own
The wolf eyes watch the crosswire
“Stern tubes ready”, “Aim and fire!”
They can pin some medal on your chest
But in two more weeks – dead like the rest

Running silent, running deep, we are your final prayer
Warriors in secret sleep, a merchantman’s nightmare
A silent death lies waiting for all of you below
Running silent running deep, sink into your final sleep

 

Hooks In You [4:06] (Dickinson, Smith)

I got the keys to view at number 22, behind my green door there’s nothing to see
Is that a feature, what kind of creature would hang around waiting for a guy like me
Stone cold sober and sitting in silence, laid back and looking for sympathy
I like a girl who knows where she’s bound, I don’t like girls who’ve been hanging around

Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling for that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I got the hooks screwed in

Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling for that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I got the hooks screwed in

She’s tied up she can’t come to the phone,
You must have got your wires crossed cos she ain’t home
Knock on wood – you know I like that sound
She never could keep her feet on the ground

Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling for that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I got the hooks screwed in

Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling for that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I got the hooks screwed in

Hooks in you, I’ve got those hooks in you, hooks in you, in you…
Hooks in you, I’ve got those hooks in you, hooks in you, in you…

(2:25 – Solo: Janick Gers)
(2:36 – Solo: Both together)

Right on the money got it wrapped up tight, got new ideas for the decor tonight
Gonna make this house a preservation zone, gonna set her in concrete set her up on her own

Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling for that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I got the hooks screwed in

Hooks in you, hooks in me, hooks in the ceiling for that well hung feeling
No big deal, no big sin, strung up on love I got the hooks screwed in

Hooks in you, I’ve got those hooks in you, hooks in you, in you…
Hooks in you, I’ve got those hooks in you, hooks in you, in you…
I’ve got those hooks in you

Bring Your Daughter… …To The Slaughter [4:42] (Dickinson)

Honey it’s getting close to midnight and all the myths are still in town
True love and lipstick on your linen, bite the pillow make no sound
If there’s some living to be done before your life becomes your tomb
You’d better know that I’m the one so unchain your back door invite me around

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Let her go, yeah!

Honey it’s getting close to daybreak, the sun is creeping in the sky
No patent remedies for heartache, just empty words and humble pie
So get down on your knees honey, assume an attitude
You just pray that I’ll be waiting ’cause you know I’m coming soon

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go

So pick up your foolish pride, no going back
No where, no way, no place to hide

(2:24 – Solo: Janick Gers)

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter
Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter
Bring your daughter, fetch your daughter to the slaughter

Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go
Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter
Let her go, let her go, let her go

I’m gonna get you!

 

Mother Russia [5:31] (Harris)

Mother Russia how are you sleeping?
Middle winter cold winds blow
From the trees the snowflakes drifting
Swirling round like ghosts in the snow
Mother Russia poetry majestic
Tells the time of a great empire
Turning round the old man ponders
Reminiscing an age gone by

(3:14 – Solo: Dave Murray)
(3:37 – Solo: Janick Gers)
(4:00 – Solo: Dave Murray)
(4:10 – Solo: Janick Gers)
(4:20 – Solo: Dave Murray)

Mother Russia, dance of the Tsars
Hold up your heads, be proud of what you are
Now it has come, freedom at last
Turning the tides of history and your past
Mother Russia, dance of the Tsars
Hold up your heads, remember who you are
Can you release the anger the grief
Can you be happy now your people are free

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