Black Sabbath - Lost Forever

And this story, according to his face, his body, his strong hands on the strings, changes its appearance from country to country and becomes deeper and deeper from generation to generation. Listen, Creole seemed to say, listen: now there will be Sonny's blues. He reported this to a little black man on drums and another, light brown, with a pipe. Creole no longer pushed Sonny to the water - he wished him a happy swim. And then he stepped back, very slowly, filling the air with a bold appeal: let Sonny speak for himself.