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78 Blood from a Stone

(Airey, Gillan, Glover, Morse, Paice)
From the Deep Purple album

This is a withering attack on the world of usury and banking (the collective noun for bankers is 'A Wunch').

I think it is fair to say that the perceived image of bankers has changed from the rock-solid financial advisor, friend of business and family alike; up there with doctors, priests, magistrates and other dignitaries (we'll come to all of them eventually); reliable enough to counter sign official documents, to their current identity as parasites who profit from the misery of others.

Describe them as you will: Scum of the Earth; Chancers; Jack the Lads, Thieves or whatever, there are no more friendly bank managers, all bankers are tarred with the same dirty brush; they have become untrustworthy.

On a lighter note - a very close musician friend of mine thought this was not a generalised attack but aimed at a specific person; she is not a banker but fits the descriptions perfectly.

Blood from a Stone

(Airey, Gillan, Glover, Morse, Paice)

There's a shadow in the hole
Where my door used to be
You never give up
You want more out of me
Come on in
Help yourself
Scratch around
Look at these empty shelves
Nothing left
That I can see
Except a string of beads
And some old potpourri

You rip flesh from the bone
You suck blood from a stone

I will consider
A life of crime
So I can feed
These kids of mine
And should I falter
Should I fail
Spend the rest of my days
In some stinking jail
I will know
Who left me empty inside
Stripped of my dignity
Low and dry

You left me nothing
But I don't care

You rip flesh from the bone
You suck blood from a stone

You robbed me blind
Without a gun
How can you sleep
After what you've done
There's nothing but darkness
Deep in your soul
There's no reflection
It's dark and it's cold

You rip flesh from the bone
You suck blood from a stone

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