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In the ten years since the release of their first single on EMI, "Running Free", in February 1980, Iron Maiden have had twenty consecutive chart singles in the UK, with their 20th and most recent, "Holy Smoke", debuting at No.3, the highest debut ever for a rock band. Sixteen of these singles became videos, which are all contained in this first ever full collection of Maiden videos. From "Women In Uniform", filmed in July 1980 at London's Rainbow Theatre as one of the first ever promotional videos made before video really became almost compulsory for a band, through to the Steve Harris filmed and directed "Holy Smoke", this collection gives a comprehensive look at the history of the band. Through a number of line-up changes, various locations around the world from Poland to the Bahamas to Los Angeles, with ever more spectacular stage productions, and shot everywhere from small gigs to Donington in from of over 100,000 fans, from rehearsal studios to recording studio, the band always delivered blazing performances. This collection gives the definitive visual history of one of the world's greatest rock bands. |
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(G. Macainsh) |
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Beehive hairdo, 45 on the hip, patrolwoman Saunders don't you give her no lip |
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Took me to the station for a breath test, then back to the bedroom for some house arrest |
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Women in uniform, sometimes they look so cold |
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Women in uniform, but oh they feel so warm |
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Coming back to London on a 747, stewardess made me like I'm in heaven |
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Looking up the aisle to see what I could see, she leaned over said "give it to me" |
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White apron brown leather shoes, the nurse at the clinic left my heart all bruised |
| Gave me a massage sprained my right, now she takes my temperature every night |
| Women in uniform, sometimes they look so cold |
| Women in uniform, but oh they feel so warm |
| Women in uniform, women in uniform |
| Women in uniform, women in uniform |
| Commando raid on the Lebanese border, sergeant Anita she gives the order |
| Khaki jacket and a love gun, baby I surrender let's have some fun |
| Women in uniform, sometimes they look so cold |
| Women in uniform, but oh they feel so warm |
| Women in uniform, sometimes they look so cold |
| Women in uniform, but oh they feel so warm |
| Women in uniform, women in uniform |
| Women in uniform, women in uniform |
| Women in uniform, khaki white and blue |
| Women in uniform, coming after you |
| Women in uniform, women in uniform |
| Women in uniform, women in uniform |
| Women in uniform, sometimes they look so cold |
| Women in uniform, but oh they feel so warm |
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(Harris) |
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I was born into a scene of angriness and greed of dominance and persecution |
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My mother was a queen my dad I've never seen I was never meant to be |
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Now I spend my time looking all around, for a man that's nowhere to be found |
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Until I find him I've never gonna stop searching |
| I'm going to find my man, gonna travel round |
| Cos I'm a wrathchild |
| Yeah I'm a wrathchild |
| Well I'm a wrathchild |
| I'm coming to get you |
| Ooh yeah yeah |
| Some say it shouldn't matter ain't nothing gonna alter the course of my destination |
| But I know I've gotta find some serious piece of mind or I know I'll just go crazy |
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Now I spend my time looking all around, for a man that's nowhere to be found |
| Until I find him I've never gonna stop searching |
| I'm going to find my man, gonna travel round |
| Cos I'm a wrathchild |
| Yeah I'm a wrathchild |
| Well I'm a wrathchild |
| I'm coming to get you |
| Ooh yeah yeah |
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(Harris) |
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White man came across the sea, brought us pain and misery |
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Killed our tribes killed our creed, took our game for his own need |
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We fought him hard we fought him well, out on the plains we gave him hell |
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But many came too much for Cree, oh will we ever be set free? |
| Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes, galloping hard on the plains |
| Chasing the redskins back to their holes, fighting them at their own game |
| Murder for freedom the stab in the back, women and children and cowards attack |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Soldier blue in the barren wastes, hunting and killing their game |
| Raping the women and wasting the men, the only good Indians are tame |
| Selling them whiskey and taking their gold, enslaving the young and destroying the old |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
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(Harris) |
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I left alone my mind was black, I needed time to get the memories from my mind |
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What did I see can I believe, that what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy |
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Just what I saw in my old dreams, were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me |
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Cos in my dreams it's always there, the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair |
| The night was black was no use holding back, cos I just had to see was someone watching me |
| In the mist dark figures move and twist, was this all for real or some kind of hell |
| 666 the number of the beast |
| Hell and fire was spawned to be released |
| Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised, as they start to cry hands held to the sky |
| In the night the fires burning bright, the ritual has begun Satan's work is done |
| 666 the number of the beast |
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Sacrifice is going on tonight |
| This can't go on I must inform the law, can this still be real or some crazy dream |
| But I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes, they seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes |
| 666 the number of the beast |
| 666 the one for you and me |
| I'm coming back I will return, and I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn |
| I have the fire I have the force, I have the power to make my evil takes its course |
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(Smith/Dickinson) |
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As the sun breaks above the ground, an old man stands on the hill |
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As the ground warms to the first rays of light, a birdsong shatters the still |
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His eyes are ablaze, see the madman in his gaze |
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Fly on your way, like an eagle |
| Fly as high the sun |
| On your way like an eagle |
| Fly and touch the sun |
| Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears, looks the old man in the eye |
| As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd, "in the name of God my father I fly" |
| His eyes seem so glazed, as he flies on the wings of a dream |
| Now he knows his father betrayed, now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave |
| Fly on your way, like an eagle |
| Fly as high as the sun |
| On your way like an eagle |
| Fly as high as the sun |
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(Harris) |
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You'll take my life but I'll take yours too |
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You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through |
| So when you're waiting for the next attack |
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You' d better stand there's no turning back |
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The Bugle sounds and the charge begins |
| But on this battlefield no one wins |
| The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath |
| As I plunge on into certain death |
| The horse he sweats with fear we break to run |
| The mighty roar of the Russian guns |
| And as we race towards the human wall |
| The screams of pain as my comrades fall |
| We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground |
| And the Russians fire another round |
| We get so near yet so far away |
| We won't live to fight another day |
| We get so close near enough to fight |
| When a Russian gets me in his sights |
| He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow |
| A burst of rounds take my horse below |
| And as I lay there gazing at the sky |
| My body's numb and my throat is dry |
| And as I lay forgotten and alone |
| Without a tear I draw my parting groan |
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(Smith/Dickinson) |
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Kill for gain or shoot to maim, but we don't need a reason |
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The Golden Goose is on the loose, and never out of season |
| Blackened pride still burns inside, this shell of bloody treason |
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Here's my gun for a barrel of fun, for the love of living death |
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The killer's on the loose or the Demon's seed, the glamour, the fortune, the pain |
| Go to war again blood is freedom's stain, don't you pray fro 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 fee it with our babies |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| The hands that threaten doom |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| To kill the unborn in the womb |
| 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 |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| The hands that threaten doom |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| To kill the unborn in the womb |
| Midnight...all night... |
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(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 wheel blocks there's no time to waste |
| Gathering speed as we head down the runway, gotta 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 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 |
| 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 |
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(Harris/Di'anno) |
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Just sixteen a pickup truck, out of money out of luck |
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I've got no place to call my own, Hit the gas and here I go |
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I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
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I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
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Spend the night in an L.A. jail, listen to the sirens wail |
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But they ain't got a thing on me, I'm running wild I'm running free |
| I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
| I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
| Pulled her at the Bottle Top, whiskey dancing disco hop |
| And all the boys are after me, and that's the way it's gonna be |
| I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
| I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
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(Smith) |
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From the coast of gold across the seven seas |
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I'm travellin' on far and wide |
| But now it all seems I'm just a stranger to myself |
| And all the things I sometimes do it isn't me but someone else |
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I close my eyes and think of home |
| Another city goes by in the night |
| Ain't it funny how it is, You never miss it 'til it's gone away |
| And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my dying day |
| So understand |
| Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years |
| Face up make your stand and realise you're living in the golden years |
| Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind |
| Can't ease this pain so easily |
| When you can't find the words to say it's hard to make it through another day |
| And it just makes me wanna cry and throw my hands up to the sky |
| So understand |
| Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years |
| Face up make your stand and realise you're living in the golden years |
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(Smith) |
| Was many years ago that I left home and came this way |
| I was a young man full of hopes and dreams |
| But now it seems that all is lost and nothing gained |
| Sometimes things ain't what they seem |
| No brave new world, no brave new world |
| Night and day I scan horizon sea and sky |
| My spirit wanders endlessly |
| Until the day will dawn and friends from home discover why |
| Hear me calling rescue me |
| Set me free, set me free |
| Lost in this place and leave no trace |
| Stranger in a strange land |
| Land of ice and snow |
| Trapped inside this prison |
| Lost and far from home |
| One hundred years have gone and men again they came that way |
| To find the answer to the mystery |
| They found his body lying where it fell that day |
| Preserved in time for all to see |
| No brave new world, no brave new world |
| Lost in this place, to leave no trace |
| What became of the men that started |
| All are gone and their souls departed |
| Left me here in this place |
| So all alone |
| Stranger in a strange land |
| Land of ice and snow |
| Trapped inside this prison |
| Lost and far from home |
| What became of the men that started |
| All are gone and their souls departed |
| Left me here in this place |
| So all alone |
| Stranger in a strange land |
| Land of ice and snow |
| Trapped inside this prison |
| Lost and far from home |
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(Smith/Dickinson/Harris) |
| Can I play with madness |
| Give me the sense to wonder, to wonder if I'm free |
| Give me a sense of wonder, to know I can be |
| Give me the strength to hold my head up, spit back in their face |
| Don't need no key to unlock the door, gonna break down the walls |
| Break out of this bad place |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball |
| Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and laughed at me |
| Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see |
| I screamed aloud to the old man, I said don't lie don't say you don't know |
| I say you'll pay for your mischief, in this world or the next |
| Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance, and the hell fires raged in his eyes |
| He said do you want to know the truth son - I'll tell you the truth |
| Your soul's gonna burn in the lake of fire |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball |
| Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet looked at he laughed at me |
| Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball |
| Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet looked at he laughed at me |
| Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see |
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(Smith/Dickinson/Harris) |
| Love is a razor and I walked the line on that silver blade |
| Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with the slaughter of innocence |
| But I will pray for her, I will call her name out loud |
| I would bleed for her, if I could see her now |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Oh - balancing on a ledge |
| Oh - balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| Circle of fire my baptism of joy at an end it seems |
| The seventh lamb slain the book of life opens before me |
| And I will pray for you, some day I may return |
| I would die for you, beyond is where I learn |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil, the evil, the evil that men do |
| The evil, the evil, the evil that men do |
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(Harris) |
| Feel the sweat break on my brow |
| Is it me or is it shadows that are dancing on the walls |
| Is this a dream or is it mow |
| Is this a vision or normality I see before my eyes |
| I wonder why I wonder how |
| That it seems the powers getting stronger every day |
| I feel a strength an inner fire |
| But I'm scared I won't be able to control it anymore |
| There's a time to live and a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying |
| There's a time to live and there's a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't it strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying |
| Just by looking through your eyes |
| He could see the future penetrating right in through your mind |
| See the truth and see your lies |
| But for all his power couldn't foresee his own demise |
| There's a time to live and a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't it strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying |
| There's a time to live and a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't it strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying... |
| ...and reborn again |
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(Harris) |
| Infinite dreams I can't deny them, infinity is hard to comprehend |
| I couldn't hear those screams, even in my wildest dreams |
| Suffocation waking in a sweat |
| Scared to fall asleep again, incase the dream begins again |
| Someone chasing I cannot move, standing rigid a nightmare's statue |
| What a dream when will it end, and will I transcend? |
| Restless sleep the minds in turmoil, one nightmare ends another fertile |
| Getting to me so scared to sleep, but scared to wake now in too deep |
| Even though its reached new heights, I rather like the restless nights |
| It makes me wonder it makes me think, there's more to this I'm on the brink |
| It's not the fear of what's beyond, It's just that I might not respond |
| I have an interest almost craving, but would I like to get too far in? |
| It can't all be coincidence, too many things are evident |
| You tell me you're an unbeliever, spiritualist? well me I'm neither |
| But wouldn't you like to know the truth |
| Of what's out there to have the proof |
| And find out just which side you're on |
| Where would you end in Heaven or in Hell? |
| Help me, help me to find my true self without seeing the future |
| Save me, save me from torturing myself even within my dreams |
| There's got to be just more to it than this, or tell me why do we exist |
| I'd like to think that when I die, I'd get a chance another time |
| And to return and live again, reincarnate play the game |
| Again and again and again |
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(Harris/Dickinson) |
| Believe in me - send us money, 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 - they don't tell a lie |
| They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die |
| Saving your soul by taking your money, flies around 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 than the shit you're in |
| Holy smoke, Holy smoke |
| Plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke |
| Feed 'em feet first this is no joke |
| This is thirsty work making holy smoke |
| 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 thirsty work making holy smoke |
| Holy smoke |