John was the writer tell me
who was John
Brother
John was the writer (Calling
Hey John!
Ho John!)
in words of fire (Well,
John don’t you write no more;
don’t you write no more).
Eternal City, Rome is
fallen stone
standing
Eternal City, struck to
white flame,
bold flame;
the blazing houses all
Glory Hallelujah cry‚
Hallelujah cry.
All those angels
Stoned in thunder,
Snow white angels
Brought to ruin,
Son of David
Done gone under.
Son of man:
That pen of fire moving
on to Köln
rocking
church and the city (Shouting
Ho John,
Rome town):
a shell-fire image, those
brought to ruin houses (no more,
don’t you write no more!)
Well now, they tell me Kölner
rock ran cold
Jesus
down by the river; digging
ground down