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Sweet child in time you’ll see the line
The line that’s drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll

If you’ve been bad, Lord I bet you have
And you’ve been hit by flying lead
You’d better close your eyes and bow your head
And wait for the ricochet



 
If you’re leaving close the door.
I’m not expecting people anymore.
Hear me grieving,
I’m lying on the floor.
Whether I’m drunk or dead I really aint too sure.

I’m a blind man,
I’m a blind man and my world is pale.
When a blind man cries, lord, you know there ain’t no sadder tale.

Had a friend once in a room,
Had a good time but it ended much too soon.
In a cold month in that room
We found a reason for the things we had to do.

I’m a blind man,
I’m a blind man, now my room is cold.
When a blind man cries, lord, you know he feels it from his soul.



 
You’re lazy just stay in bed
You’re lazy just stay in bed
You don’t want no money
You don’t want no bread

If you’re drowning you don’t clutch no straw
If you’re drowning you don’t clutch no straw
You don’t want to live you don’t want to cry no more

Well my trying ain’t done no good
I said my trying ain’t done no good
You don’t make no effort no not like you should

Lazy you just stay in bed
Lazy you just stay in bed
You don’t want no money
You don’t want no bread



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

But I feel I’m growing 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 be
A soldier of fortune

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

Now I feel I’m growing 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 be
A soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin round
I guess I’ll always be
A soldier of fortune



O versiune incredibila a unuia dintre cele mai faimoase solo-uri de chitara din istoria rock-ului: Deep Purple – Smoke on The Water.





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We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn’t have much time
Frank Zappa and The Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground.

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky clown was running in and out
Pulling kids off the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race.

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

We ended up at the grand hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know we’ll never forget.

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

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