Essen band Fokker were mainly active in the early eighties, often talked about but rarely heard.
Lyrics
THE HUNTED MAN
A figure in a landscape,
Focused on from above,
Dark suit, dark clothes,
Hands in leather gloves.
He moves furtively,
Keeping to the shadows,
He to the edge lands,
That place of ruined meadows.
The Hunted Man.
Above the electronic eye,
Tracks him from the drone,
He thinks he is invisible,
But he is never alone.
There are men in bunkers,
Watching him on screens,
From a place where there is no day or night,
Only in-between.
The Hunted Man.
But what is his crime?
Is he just a prisoner of his own conscience?
If he examines the accusations,
Do they have any substance?
But as he moves towards the edge lands,
Still caught in the ultraviolet gaze,
He knows all movement is futile,
He can never get away.
A figure in a landscape.
Tracked from high above,
Unseen eyes watching everything he does.
The Hunted Man.
The Hunted Man.
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