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• Artiste: Jon Langford
• Titre: Sorcerer
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He's a Sorcerer Before your eyes Cast a spell Out of 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! In 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 learned, 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 up the dead and make whole what has been smashed apart, but a storm is blowing 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 we call progress... Oooh! The abyss is close to come