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Eggs.

 

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Eggs.

 

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SLAVE NOTES:
August 9: "World Slavery Tour begins in Poland - the first time a band has taken a full Arena production into the Eastern Bloc... August 18: "2 Minutes To Midnight" released (11)... September 15 "Powerslave" album released (2)... October 8 - 12, 4 sold out nights at Hammersmith including a charity gig with spoof rockers "Bad News"... 3 November: "Aces High" single released (20)... 1985 - 11 January: Play "Rock In Rio" in front of 200,000 fans. First time in South America... 17 - 21 January: 5 sold out shows at Radio City in New York. Only illness prevents it from being 7... 14 - 17 March: First ever act to sell out 4 consecutive nights at Long Beach Arena. Recording and filming of "Live After Death" album and video... July 5: Tour finishes at Irvine Meadows, California after 190 concerts.

 

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Aces High
( Harris )​

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
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
Won't you 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 0'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.

Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving going in again
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Won't you run, live to fly , fly to live. Aces high.

STEVE HARRIS
BASS​

 

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2 Minutes To Midnight
( Smith / Dickinson )​

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.
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death

The killer's breed or the Demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
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)

DAVE MURRAY
LEAD / RHYTHM GUITARS​

 

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Losfer Words (Big 'Orra)
( Harris )
Instrumental​

Flash of the Blade
( Dickinson )​

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 a 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 never knew
To fear no mortal man
And now you'll wreak your vengeance in the
Screams of evil men.

Chorus:
Repeat Chorus

NICKO McBRAIN
DRUMS​

 

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The Duellists
( Harris )​

He threw done the glove you made the mistake
Of picking it up now you're gone
The choosing of guns or fighting with swords
The choice weapons is done
He'll tear you apart as soon as you start
You know you don't have a chance

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 too 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​

BRUCE DICKINSON
VOCALS​

 

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Back In The Village
( Smith / Dickinson )​

Turn the spotlights on the people,
Switch the dial and eat the worm,
Take your chances, kill the engine,
Drop your 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.

Questions are a burden
And answers are a prison for oneself
Shellshock in the kitchen
Tables start to burn.

Chorus:

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:

ROCK IN RIO​

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

Back in the village
I'm back in the village
I'm back in the village again.

ADRIAN SMITH
LEAD / RHYTHM GUITAR​

 

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Powerslave
( Dickinson )​

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.​

A shell of a man God preserved-

a thousand ages,​

But open the gates of my Hell-

I will strike from my 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...