Open is Blues Image's second album and most acclaimed album, which featured the No. 4 hit single, "Ride Captain Ride".
Robert Christgau, writing in The Village Voice, wrote in a contemporary review: "Great single, mediocre (though improved) album. Do we really need another 'Parchman Farm?'"
All songs by Blues Image except where noted.
Open is the fourth studio album released by the hard rock band Gotthard.
The album peaked at #1 on the Swiss Charts and was certified as 2x Platinum for exceeding 60,000 sales.
All songs written by Steve Lee/Leo Leoni/Chris von Rohr except where noted.
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An Open in sports terminology refers to a sporting event or game tournament that is open to contestants regardless of their professional or amateur status, age, ability, gender, sex, or other categorization. In many sports, preliminary qualifying events, open to all entrants, are held to successively reduce the field to a manageable number for participation in a final championship event, which itself may involve elimination rounds.
The term 'Open' may not be absolute. For example, in the U.S. Open in golf, entrants at qualifying events must have a USGA official handicap of 1.4 or less. Other minimum performance standards or eligibility criteria may apply in other sports.
Opens are usually found in golf, tennis, badminton, quizbowl, fighting games, snooker, darts, volleyball, ultimate, squash and chess.
Mind you believe me and maybe forgive me
Rather than simply run
We're getting closer, each time it's over
'Cause you are the only one
Every beginning has a new screening
Of our broken plan
Next time you depart make sure we're apart
'Cause love should be entertained
Does it have to be from far away
When you love me 'til you're bones?
Do we always have to hide away
In a road bin full of stones?
I might believe you and maybe forgive you
Rather than simply bleed
But under the anger, your handful of danger
Is handful of what I need
Every beginning has a new meaning
But what does it mean at all
You seem to pretend that we'll never end but
Somehow I don't recall
Does it have to be from far away
When you love me 'til your bones?
Do we always have to hide away
In a road bin full of stones?
Does it have to be from far away
When you love me 'til your bones?
Do we always have to hide away