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Peace, Happiness, Pancakes 23,6" x 39,4"
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waited quite a while before I decided to express myself about the Balkan region, because with all the trouble spots on earth, we can’t rip apart our hearts and divide the sympathy too much.
That′s why I wrote part of the song text from the rock group, Deep Purple, in the halo above my head:
"I´m a blind man and my world is pale, I´m a blind man, Lord, you know there ain´t no sadder tale
when a blind man cries he feels it from his soul."
On the 14th of December 1995 (this date is written on the chest pocket of the soldier) the peace treaty was signed in Paris. But as long as someone will incite to murder people with other beliefs, there will never be peace anywhere. The grim reaper symbolizes this, by giving the weapon to the soldier, or even forcing it on him.
I am holding a crow with a broken neck in my hand, using it as a symbol for genocide in general, but also pointing out the fate of the North American Natives. Using the crow for the Crow Nation, just as an example for any other tribe.
The peace treaty from 14.12.1995, a hollow peace?
Peace, Happiness, Pancakes is a German saying that equals:
Love, Peace and Harmony and describes a tenuous peace.
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Addendum 2014:
At least this peace is stable, meanwhile the Middle East is still a boiling cauldron of crisis.
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bout the song...
The song was written by Blackmore, Gillan, Glover, Lord, and Paice, and recorded during the Machine Head sessions in December 1971 and hidden on the b-side of the Never Before single.
The original track, released in March 1972, featured Ritchie Blackmore (guitar), Ian Gillan (vocals), Roger Glover (bass), Jon Lord (keyboards), and Ian Paice (drums).
This song is one of the more powerful ballads that Deep Purple have written and recorded.
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 ain't 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.
Written by:
Blackmore, Gillan, Glover, Lord, Paice
Published by:
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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Crow Indian
by Edward S. Curtis
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