My Turn
My turn to impress my will upon you
My turn to get a word in edgewise
My turn to point the truth out as I see it
And shout it out and express my self without restraint
My turn to draw attention
My turn to take a chance
My turn to be the leading man
My turn to dance
My turn to decide if we should linger
My turn to get the punch line for a change
My turn to show you how I really feel
Or conceal myself before your very eyes up on the stage
My turn to call the doctor
My turn to draw the line
My turn to set this place alight
My turn to shine
My turn to be a politician's nightmare
My turn at stealing flowers from a grave
My turn to disappear when things get too rough
And then appear to be the guilty one who's not to blame
My turn to turn the corner
My turn to take the wheel
My turn to gamble everything
My turn to deal
| RG thoughts: | The germ of this song, and the following song, was started in Portugal in 1994 on a DEEP PURPLE songwriting trip with Ian Gillan. On such a trip one doesn't expect to have finished songs, more like germs of ideas that musically or thematically will stimulate the rest of the band, although once I'd started on this, I finished it in a matter of minutes. Didn't sound much like a DEEP PURPLE tune to Ian or I. I can never predict how a song is going to turn out after it has been arranged and performed by others, but this one came out pretty much true to the original way I heard it; a funky groove. Incidentally the clavinet part is actually played on a guitar, courtesy of Mick Moroch. It is the song for anyone who has ever been neglected, ignored or belittled, not that I'd know anything about that, I'm a bass player, ;-) |