℗ 1971 Mercury Records 814180
Look at Yourself is the third album released by British rock band Uriah Heep. The title track and "July Morning" were released as singles in North America in 1971 and 1973, respectively. The original cover art (not pictured opposite) was innovative, the LP coming in a single sleeve with a die-cut opening on the front through which a reflective foil 'mirror' was seen. This relates the cover art directly to the album title. The idea was that of guitarist Mick Box. Not being a perfect reflecting surface, one sees a distorted image of oneself. Indeed, this theme is carried on with the band photos on the rear of the LP sleeve, which have also been distorted. The LP itself was housed in a heavy-duty card inner, complete with lyrics. The song "July Morning" has become the inspiration for a Bulgarian Hippie tradition, known eponymously as July Morning. |
(Ken Hensley)
I see you running Don't know what You're running from Nobody's coming What'd you do that was so wrong Look back and turn back Look at yourself Don't be afraid, just Look at yourself If you need assistance Or if all you need is love There's no point in hiding Tell me what you're frightened of You've got a friend, just Look at yourself Don't be afraid, just Look at yourself
(Ken Hensley)
As I wake up everyday With no new songs to play Feeling like I ought to Pack my bag and run My imagination flies To some other sunny skies Where I felt so good And everything was done And my time was my own And my heart felt so free I don't mind a little rain But it doesn't seem the same When the clouds shut out Your beauty from my eyes There's a storm inside my head And I know it doesn't lead To a clearer day When nobody will cry I can't stand here alone And I need to be free So bring fire and bring steel For you know the way I feel Bring a silver horse To carry me away I'm no stranger, I'm a friend And my pain will never end Till the world will let us Live our lives as one And our time is our own And our hearts can be free I wanna be free ...
(David Byron — Ken Hensley)
There I was on a July morning Looking for love With the strength Of a new day dawning And the beautiful sun At the sound Of the first bird singing I was leaving for home With the storm And the night behind me And a road of my own With the day came the resolution I'll be looking for you La la la la … I was looking for love In the strangest places Wasn't a stone That I left unturned Must have tried more Than a thousand faces But not one was aware Of the fire that burned In my heart, in my mind, in my soul La la la la … There I was on a July morning I was looking for love With the strength Of a new day dawning And the beautiful sun And at the sound Of the first bird singing I was leaving for home With the storm And the night behind me Yeah, and a road of my own
(Ken Hensley)
I thought no-one could keep us From sharing the rest of our lives Like a fool I believed you were true And had no disguise There's a clear blue sky outside And the summer is fine But with tears in my eyes I'm no longer Pretending you're mine It's the same weary story Of a woman abusing her man So I have to forget you Though I'm not even sure if I can
(David Byron — Ken Hensley)
You're looking at me Like I must be mad But I've been through all this before You'll kick and kick until I'm down So don't think you're Comin' past my door, oh no You think that love is such a pain So the more it hurts The more you laugh Just take it and Shake it up and down Till you think you've had enough But you won't get enough of my love If you want to carry on In the same old way Treating everyone like a piece of dirt Just take it and Break it and throw it away There won't be anyone left to hurt North, South, East and West Wherever you go You'll find the same And the only way you'll ever learn Is to realize that you're to blame
(Ken Hensley)
So you think You found a way of living That prevents You losing any sleep Well, my friend Take this that I'm giving It's your piece of mind You oughta keep You'll run into trouble for sure By living behind a locked door Will you run the risk Of being taunted By doing what you wanna do Or do you prefer to have Your whole life haunted By the ones who Choose to care for you Beware of their motives my friend Take care You're still there at the end Watch out for winter It'll bite you with cold Black spirits trying hard To bribe you with gold Would you steal a nickel from a blind man Well, right now I do believe you would It's not the thought of you Doing it that hurts me It's the mind behind it What's no good If this is your way I don't wanna know It's only so far I can go I won't go no further Not for you or anyone I have my own ideas on What should be done What should be done
(David Byron — Ken Hensley — Mick Box)
Lovely little lady You got me on the run You're a love machine And you say that I'm your gun But I don't care 'Cause I've got to know She said she were a loser The kind that came off worse So I had to try hard To satisfy your thirst But I don't care 'Cause I've got to know The only time she's happy Is when the bullets fly And she'll make you Feel you're better Than any other guy And I don't care 'Cause I've got to know Lovely little lady You got me on the run You're a love machine And I'm trying to be your gun And I don't care 'Cause I've got to know
I see you running Don't know what You're running from Nobody's coming What'd you do that was so wrong Look back and turn back Look at yourself Don't be afraid, just Look at yourself If you need assistance Or if all you need is love There's no point in hiding Tell me what you're frightened of You've got a friend, just Look at yourself Don't be afraid, just Look at yourself
Will I never see again The smiling faces of my friends Could it be they've gone completely And though thoughts will linger Sweetly in my heart May I hear once more The bird calls my name May I be permitted just one friend To share my game The one who doesn't give a damn For what I seem to be And really cares for what I am and What's within my heart I believe the sun will shine And I know that given time The leaves will blow tumble and Cry upon the autumn stone below And my heart grows tired each day As the sun grow cold Weary uninspired each day Til the story is told You gave your love to one Who only wants What you seem to be And doesn't really care for you or What's within your heart On my grave lay one black rose Do this for me but don't suppose Because I'm gone, my soul is dead For I'll be here in spirit And our love once more There must be a heart somewhere In need of the love I have That will reach out in sincerety and Take my life in hand Then I'll know it's not some one Who wants just what I seem to be The one who cares For what I am and What's within my heart What's within my heart ...