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Deep Purple - Perfect Strangers

Deep Purple - Perfect Strangers

The song's lyric was written by lead singer Ian Gillan.

"Perfect Strangers' is a contradiction in terms, like an oxymoron," he said. "That was pretty much how we described it – there was a lot of suspicion and worry and nervousness about getting together again and having a reunion, and when we all sat around in the basement of this old house in Vermont, there was a log fire and three feet of snow outside.

We had a couple of beers, and nobody started playing. Then, Paicey [Ian Paice] started tapping away and people started grooving, and a little shuffle came along. In five minutes everyone had a smile on their face.

So, 'Perfect Strangers' was how we were before, and 'Perfect Strangers' are how we are afterwards – with two opposite meanings to the phrase."

Ritchie Blackmore had to break up his band Rainbow to pull off the Deep Purple reunion. Blackmore was the most press-averse member of the band, which also made him the most intriguing subject for journalists. When he did consent to an interview, he answered questions with unfiltered honesty. Explaining to Sylvie Simmons the differences between Rainbow and Deep Purple, he said:

"Rainbow is total self-indulging on my part. The Purple thing is almost self-indulging, not quite." Blackmore lasted three more albums with Deep Purple before leaving in 1993 to re-form Rainbow.

Perfect strangers - Lyrics

Can you remember remember my name

As I flow through your life

A thousand oceans I have flown

And cold spirits of ice

All my life

I am the echo of your past

I am returning the echo of a point in time

Distant faces shine

A thousand warriors I have known

And laughing as the spirits appear

All your life

Shadows of another day

And if you hear me talking on the wind

You've got to understand

We must remain

Perfect Strangers

I know I must remain inside this silent

well of sorrow

A strand of silver hanging through the sky

Touching more than you see

The voice of ages in your mind

Is aching with the dead of the night

Precious life (your tears are lost in falling rain)

And if you hear me talking on the wind

You've got to understand

We must remain

Perfect Strangers


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