Slowly Dancing / Usporena igra
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CHICHIBICHY
Luckily, the stool at the drum-set hadn't left vacant for long. In a short while, it was warmed by quite a character better known to the public as CHICHIBICHY. Chichibichy is a disguise name of Mr. Jovicic Radisa or, in a more globalist fashion, Jovicich Radisha. He's adopted some properties of a chameleon. In some songs (as "Dirt Minds") he assumed the name form of "Jovanovic R." Public, however, should be aware that it deals with the very same person.
Among the others, Chichibichy suffers two serious 'drawbacks'. Firstly, his playing was a clockwork. No person can be found on Earth to account on him being a cause for the band to play any song again during recordings. The second was that, in spite of his supreme efforts to memorize the order of songs during a concert, refreshing of his memory was inevitable. That's why D.R.Phantom was always on alert of reminding him what song is going to be played next. It was done, as a rule, by application of some ciphered expressions like: "She has best boobs around!" and the like.
The three of them went on playing mixed repertoire. It means some original and some, at the time, popular songs played by the others (Queen: "I Want to Break Free"... for example). How did it work? D.R.Phantom took over the bass guitar, and, the band, somehow, managed to preserve its local popularity. Yet, all the time; they were aware about doing the wrong business. Needless to say, D.R.Phantom was 100% fond of the idea of the Last Step but he was far from being Mark King, McCartney, or Phil Lynott. It's a well known problem to musicians. Simultaneous singing and playing the bass guitar requires great skill, since melody lines of the bass guitar and vocal usually don't match (if the bass guitar is to be played as it should be). So, all the time, all of them, were aware of the need to make someone else rest fingers on bass guitar strings. And, according to their proposed standards of quality, there was only one person around born for the post.
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JUN 1986
Into the morning you arose.
Amid slumbering postures you weaved
Your soul
You spilled out
Miraculous light into my eyes,
You,
Maria.
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Your soul
You spilled out
Miraculous light into my eyes,
You,
Maria.
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