⁣RANDY RHOADS ~ (1956-1982)

Guitar.
Died in an unnecessary private-plane accident.


His MOTHER owned a music store in the San Fernando Valley. It was a place where human-beings used to go to get private music lessons; two feet from one another; pre-COVID; pre-masks; a time when REALITY ruled the Earth . . .

{Early '80s Gold-Standard Metal/Melodic Rock & Roll.}

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MOTHER please forgive them,
For they know not what they do;
Looking back in history's books--
It seems it's nothing new.
Oh, let my MOTHER live.

HEAVEN is for heroes,
And HELL is full of fools;
Stupidity; no will to live--
They're breaking God's own rules.
Please: Let my MOTHER live.

FATHER of all Creation,
I think we're all going wrong;
Because their taking
Seems to be breaking,
And it won't take too long.
CHILDREN of the future
Watching empires fall.
MADNESS: The cup they drink from;
SELF-DESTRUCTION: The toll.

I had a vision: l saw the world burn,
And the seas had turned red.
The SUN had fallen; the final curtain,
In the land of the DEAD.
MOTHER, please show the CHILDREN
Before it's too late;
To fight each other: There's no one winning;
WE must fight all the hate . . .