Ein Song als Hommage / Tribute an das Commodore AMIGA Spiel „Oil Imperium„.
In a room where pixels paint the sky Oil wells pump cash while the barrels fly Imperium beckons from the CRT’s glow Strategic minds where fortunes flow
Drill through the night while the rivals sleep In digital lands where secrets we keep Boardroom battles on eight-bit screens Building empires from childhood dreams
Oh Amiga light up that old flame Oil Imperium play the game From joystick wars to memory lanes We ruled the world in code and planes
Tactics sharp as a wildcat’s claw Profit margins kept us in awe Trade routes drawn like lines in sand Our little kingdom by our command
Rival tycoons blurred in the haze Stock markets crash in these arcade days Gushers of gold in our fevered chase Virtual riches and timeless grace
From deserts dry to offshore rigs Striking deals and doing big gigs In the labyrinth of ancient lore Where we played and dreamed for more
Ein Song als Hommage an SIERRA’s Adventure Helden Roger Wilco.
Classic Computer Concert
Thrust into the void no time to decide Sweeping floors to saving worlds what a ride Through cosmic dust Roger Wilco flies With a mop in hand he touches the skies
Aliens and bots line his path with dread But our hero’s wit keeps him two steps ahead From Kerona’s sands to the moonlit glow He’ll clean up planets row by row
Oh Roger Wilco brave and true In space adventures we follow you From humble starts to galaxy wide With humor and courage we ride by your side
Dodging asteroids in the black expanse Wilco’s fortune rests on chance With his quirky charm and clever schemes He turns wild dreams into winning themes
The universe calls its dangers near But Roger laughs away his fear With every challenge and every foe Into starlit mysteries we boldly go
Oh Roger Wilco brave and true In space adventures we follow you From humble starts to galaxy wide With humor and courage we ride by your side
