Tide of Desire and Eleventh Hour
Lyrics were printed in the insert of Perpetual Flame for a song entitled "Tide of Desire." The lyrics are about not giving up, and of a Perpetual fire, a flame still burning; themes that seem to go with the title of the album. When asked in a recent interview, Yngwie stated that Tide of Desire was accidentally printed and will be omitted in future releases. "Tide Of Desire" was eventually released on Yngwie's 2010 album "Relentless".
The eleventh song on the album is spelled in three different ways. On the back of the album, the song is called "Leventh Hour", while on the back of the booklet the song's title is "Eleventh Hour". Finally, inside the booklet the song is called "The Eleventh Hour". On iTunes, however, "Eleventh Hour" is still spelled "Leventh Hour".
Also, the three instrumentals are handled in a peculiar way, the song "Lament" is mentioned inside the booklet as being an instrumental with the music written by Yngwie J. Malmsteen, but there is no mention at all of the other two, "Caprici Di Diablo" and "Heavy Heart". All of these problems seem to be fixed in later copies of the album.
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