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Here are the few efforts I made in the second decade of years in the XXIst

Welcome to the time blurb of soshallow networks, poisonous minded governing bad clowns, N/S war second serving.
One car in the sky and too many bugs in too many ovens and still nothing to cook in these.
The new Disco era pretends to root in R&Bs but is just a full case of rotten herpes.

No news or hearsay about Bon Jovi band, maybe we're safe now?

Still no news of friendly aliens and not much more about friendly humans though.

 

Soldier Of Fortune 2018/02
Just a simple minded cover of a major ballad from Deep Purple Mark III (in Stormbringer - 1974)

I have often told you stories
About the way
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When I'll hold your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me love me
And I would surely stay

And I feel I'm going older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always been
A soldier of fortune

Many times I've been a traveller
Looking for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wandered without you
Those days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here

I know I'm going older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I've always been
A soldier of fortune

Yes, I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I've always been
A soldier of fortune

Lords Of Rock'nRoll, part I 1986-2018/02
An 1986 song, third version.

Black, The sky is black.
The seven colors of the rainbow are black, deeper black.
Darker is the sun, burnt coal is the ground
All clad in ink the tall man crosses the land.

He is the man of the magic name
The Lord of Light he beholds in his sight...

Talk to him, he'll give you words to fly
Listen to his voice of Ice and Hail
He speaks of thunder and stallions charging
His mouth still wide open to cry to the world.

He is the Lord of the magic voice
He will turn our shadows to life.

Black, The sky is black.
The seven colors of the rainbow are black, deeper black.
Darker is the sun, burnt coal is the ground
All clad in ink the tall man has crossed the land.

He was the Lord of the magic voice
He would have turned our shadows to life.

 

 

 

 

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