Lord of the Locusts

Auch dieses Lied stammt in seiner Urfassung aus den frühen 90ern, als der Klimawandel wirklich noch weit weg schien. Seinerzeit beschrieb es eher Umweltkatastrophen, die durch Unfälle in Chemiefabriken und Atomkraftwerken entstehen. Als nun aber Herr Michael Crichton vor ein paar Jahren sein doofes "World in fear" veröffentlichen musste, war die Zeit gekommen, dieses Lied gründlich zu überarbeiten... natürlich begünstigt durch das Verhalten unserer Lieblingsfeinde George W. Junior und der chinesischen Regierung, und die sind auch nur die Spitze des Eisbergs. Heuschrecken gibt´s viele... und sie wachsen immer nach.


The wind blows heavier today.
The rain comes pouring down these days.
The sun it burns so hot these days...

In came streaming morning light.
Again I have been up all night
Analyzing, recognizing.
Out there I found changes going on
I´ve been studying ´bout so long
And faxed my results to the congressmen:

"Here´s a story you can tell
If sometimes you don´t sleep well,
Call his name, call the lord of the locusts.
Close your eyes and fall asleep,
Slide into a slumber deep.
He is in your dreams, lord of the locusts."

The wind blows heavier these days,
The rain comes pouring down these days,
The sun it burns so hot these days...

Change changes that can´t be restored
Within the next fifty years or more,
Even I could not believe the facts.
Then came the answer to be feared.
It said, "You´ve got completely weird!
We won´t shut down our industries!"

The wind blows heavier these days,
The rain comes pouring down these days,
The sun it burns so hot these days...

The snow buries towns these days,
The coastline´s overflown these days,
The desert stretches out these days...

These days there´s paradise in reach,
There are tourists on the beach
And the sea is calm and the sky is clear.
These days a new avalanche comes down,
A new hurricane moves to your town
And earthquakes dance with Michael Crichton!

"Here´s a story you can tell
If sometimes you don´t sleep well,
Call his name, call the lord of the locusts.
Slide into an ancient dream,
Suddenly your´re in between
For you are him, we are lord of the locusts."

These days bow down on your knees,
These days we have set him free.
These days are a treasure we must keep,
These days what you´ve sown you shall reap!


Foto: Kerstin Polster
© 2007 Sheesong Publishing