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| We all blew the candles out and sang 'Happy Birthday,'" he laughs. "They didn’t like that at all." Not only that, but when you begin to listen to their music with open ears, shirts it quickly becomes apparent that rock ’n’ roll sorcery is only a handle devised to make Black Sabbath into a shirts concept more immediately graspable. As much as Satan, the righteously vindictive Old Testament God and spiritual-super-natural agonies shirts recur in their music, they are almost invariably used to make a moral point. "The Wizard" is a song of reassurance for those nursing paranoias about neighborhood witches and warlocks who might be nursing a grudge against them, painting a benevolent shaman: Evil powers disappear Demons worry while the Wizard is near Everyone’s happywhen the Wizard walks by The Black Sabbath vision of life on earth and the machinery of civilization becomes concrete in their second LP, Paranoid, whose very first song takes the epithet applied so indiscriminately for the past half-decade to anyone the speaker happens to be in disagreement with, and carries it to its ultimate gross characterization in a vignette reminiscent in verbal content and unbridled bitterness both of Dylan’s "Masters of War" and the firebrand rhetoric of |
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