Mekons Sorcerer
He's a Sorcerer
before your eyes
cast a spell
out iof control
miraculous and magical
his world is also demonic
terrifying, swinging wildly
out of control
menacing, destroying
blindly as it moves
they repress both wonder
and dread at what they've made
he's a bourgois sorcerer
oooh!
inh a million factories
department stores and mills and banks
dark powers walk in broad daylight
social forces driven in dreadful directions
whole populkations conjured out of the ground
oooh! the abyss is so close to home
there's an angel standing here at the end of this song,
his eyes are starimng his mouth is open, his wings are
spread, his facve is turned toward the past. Sees what
was klearned. Where we perceive a chain of events he
sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage
up on wreckage hurling it in front of his feet. This
angel here would like to stay and awaken uip the dead
and make whole what has been smashed apart. But a storm
is blwong from paradise. The storm propels him in to
the future to which his back is turned while the pile
of debris before him grows skyward. The storm is what w
call progress.
oooh! the abyss is close to come
