PICTURES OF HOME 8 JULY 2024 THE ROCKTOR LOS ANGELES DEEP PURPLE

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  • PICTURES OF HOME 8 JULY 2024 THE ROCKTOR LOS ANGELES DEEP PURPLE
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    EMPIRE “G” PRODUCTIONS & Radio Caroline Broadcasting present:
    The ROCKTOR & PARANORMALS
    @ STUDIOS:
    5767 WILSHIRE BLVD., MIRACLE MILE,
    LOS ANGELES, CA 90036, U.S.A.
    We are specialized in:
    PROG & CLASSICAL ROCK 'N' ROLL SONGS OF THE ELVIS PRESLEY TYPE, FOR THE TIMELINE ERA OF 1965 THE BEATLES TO 1995 VAN HALEN SONGS.
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    IMPORTANT NOTICE: I/we do not own the copyright for this song, nor get any direct/indirect monetary gain from it, I/we are only “Rock Interpreting” it as a cover to the very original artist-song and for entertainment purposes only!
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    Our Team since 2005, is:
    (1) Publicist, Promoter, Producer, & Director:
    George Kassabian ecd41la@verizon.net
    (2) Sound, Lighting, Filming, Effects, Costumes, Technician & Advertising Consultant:
    Mark Movsesian Markmoses9750@yahoo.com
    (3) Catering, Safety & Security Officer: Mark Dorian
    (4) Secretary & Accounting: Maria Ynez (Facebook)
    (5) Manager/Management and Miss ATTITUDES: Sohar Nafsee (Facebook)
    (6) Part-Time & Volunteer Helpers: Leo, Oso, Cookie & The Good Shepherd
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    Lyrics
    Somebody's shouting up at a mountain
    Only my own words return
    Nobody's out there, it's a deception
    When will I ever learn?
    I'm alone here
    With emptiness, eagles and snow
    Unfriendliness chilling my body
    And whispering pictures of home
    Wandering blindly, how can they find me?
    Maybe they don't even know
    My body is shaking, anticipating
    The call of the black footed crow
    I'm alone here
    With emptiness, eagles and snow
    Unfriendliness chilling my body
    And taunting with pictures of home
    Here in this prison of my own making
    Year after day I have grown
    Into a hero, but there's no worship
    Where have they hidden my throne?
    I'm alone here
    With emptiness, eagles and snow
    Unfriendliness chilling my body
    And screaming out pictures of home
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