Ian Gillan
one eye to morocco
I don't know where I'm going
I don't know what I'm doing
But it feels alright
I have one eye to Morocco
I only have to follow
Through the scented night
Conversation
Is fading away
The last thing
I heard you say
Was just a murmur
A distant blur
Your lips are moving
But I hear no words
All day
Sitting alone in my room
Waiting for no-one to call me
Lost in a dream of my own
I'm drawn by this obsession
With a tantalising vision
Of a swirling robe
I have one eye to Morocco
By the time I reach tomorrow
I'll be on that road
Sweet temptation
Draws me on
Gives me the strength
To cross my Rubicon
Past a point
Of no return
Ever onwards
As my bridges burn
All day
Sitting alone in my room
Waiting for no-one to call me
Lost in a dream of my own
- :
- Before The Turbulence
- One Eye To Morocco
- Miscellaneous
- Hair Metal In Covers
- WhoCares
- Live In Anaheim
- Access All Areas - Ian Gillan Live (Audio Version)
- Ian Gillan & Tony Iommi: Who Cares
- Who Cares
- Whocares (Remastered)
- Dreamcatcher
- Anthology (disc 1)
- Naked Thunder
- A History of Progressive Blues
- No Fire Without Smoke
- Mercury High: The Story of Ian Gillan
- Trouble: The Best of Gillan
- Rock Profile
- The Very Best of Gillan
- Toolbox