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What was the fate of The Last Step's last recordings from Belgrade?
At that time (mid 80s of 20th century), discography in Serbia was owned and controlled mostly by the state. People who worked there (many of them chosen not for personal qualities but by means of nepotism) were prone to bribery and corruption. But the crew of The Last Step were virgin souls. Had they even had resources, they would never have got to the point to bribe anyone in order to gain popularity. Ex-bass guitar player of the Last Step Mr. Grncarsky took advantage of standard procedures to offer audio material to the relevant individuals (Mr. Pilipenko and Mandic) at RTB (Radio and Television of Belgrade). At the beginning, it was a deaf room. Finally, Mr. Mandic Oliver, who, those days, was one on the top pop-stars of former Yugoslavia, suggested a pilot single for the sake of preparing the public for an album.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
In the meantime, Mr. Bihler got married and another boy joined this world. Mr. Bicady already was a family man with two sons. Chichibichy also fell in love. The process ended in a daughter named after his mother Ljilja (Lyilyia). Briefly, the members of the band had to look after more important business than to enjoy playing music. To be a professional rock musician in former Yugoslavia (apart from some exceptions) meant to spend your life as a kind of a popular beggar (while keeping your children and wife frustrated all the time).
Yeah, definitely, it was too late.
Mr. Bihler left Serbia for Germany and opened a private detective agency(!?).
Mr. Bicady devoted himself completely to the the world of computers.
Mr. Grncarsky has taken his line and became an employee of the state department of Serbian River Transportation Network.
D.R.Phantom started his career in grapes production.
Chichibichy, as it was expected, exchanged R'N'R for folk music and spent some time playing in restaurants. From the latest information, however, we learned that he is deeply involved in trading commodities between East and West.
Mr. Ristic simply vanished ...
... while Mr. Stanojlovic set up an electrician workshop, locked up his front door to hide himself from the rest of the world.
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BELGRADE 1988
Slumber fields float softly,
grasses protruding.
Mountains and woods breathe deeply,
the greens are working.
Winds are still humming around,
shaping landscape.
Silver clouds crossing heights,
you, so watchful.
The dusk is falling closer down,
lights emerging.
The young of Belgrade getting ready,
night is calling.
In the temple of St. Sava glitters,
shades flickering.
Changing times, dreadful betokens,
people praying.
There’s nothing left to say,
Earth is moving.
Worries, love and search for hope,
bells are chiming.
I am somewhere could be nowhere,
minds so fizzing.
Shall we step back into the darkness,
eyes are so deceiving?
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BELGRADE 1988
Slumber fields float softly,
grasses protruding.
Mountains and woods breathe deeply,
the greens are working.
Winds are still humming around,
shaping landscape.
Silver clouds crossing heights,
you, so watchful.
The dusk is falling closer down,
lights emerging.
The young of Belgrade getting ready,
night is calling.
In the temple of St. Sava glitters,
shades flickering.
Changing times, dreadful betokens,
people praying.
There’s nothing left to say,
Earth is moving.
Worries, love and search for hope,
bells are chiming.
I am somewhere could be nowhere,
minds so fizzing.
Shall we step back into the darkness,
eyes are so deceiving?
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