I seen the arrow on the doorpostSaying this land is condemnedAll the way from New OrleansTo JerusalemWell, I travel through east TexasWhere many martyrs fellAnd I know no one can sing the bluesLike Blind Wille McTell
Mmm, I heard that hoot owl singingAs they were taking down the tentsThe stars above the barren treesWas his only audienceThem charcoal gypsy maidensCan strut their feathers wellBut nobody can sing the bluesLike Blind Willie McTell
See them big plantations burningHear the cracking of the whipsSmell that sweet magnolia bloomingSee the ghosts of slavery shipsI can hear them tribes a moaningHear that undertaker's bellAnd I know no one can sing the bluesLike Blind Willie McTell
There's a woman by the riverWith some fine young handsome manHe's dressed up like a squireBootleg whiskey in his handThere's a chain gang on the highwayI can hear them rebels yellAnd I know no one can sing the bluesLike Blind Willie McTell
God is in His heavenAnd we all want what's HisBut power and greed and corruptible seedSeem to be all that there isI'm gazing out the windowOf that old Saint James HotelAnd I know no one can sing the bluesLike Blind Willie McTell
Rudolf Steiner: "The destructiveness lies...firstly in everything we can call Americanism, which increasingly tends to invoke fear of the spirit and make the world into a place where only physical life can unfold. This is actually quite different from the British tendency to try to make the world into a trading company. Americanism seeks to make the world into a physical habitation, furnished as comfortably as possible, where one can live in comfort and prosperity. That is the political element of Americanism. Whoever does not detect it is blind to the facts and merely shuts his eyes and ears. Man's connection with the spiritual is bound to die out under such an influence. In these forces of Americanism lies what must actually bring the Earth to its end, destruction dooming it at last to death, because the spirit will be shut out from it."

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