He calls the wind to guide him on his mission

[The Great Quail]

>more resonance in talking heads:

Oh, man. I have always found that song so chilling. (And it always 
calls to mind that one sequence in V.)

Here's on from Hawkwind.... Less of a poetic commentary than Byrne, 
of course, but the line "Black Spetember" is particularly striking 
now....

Assassins of Allah:

Hashish-hashin Hashish-hashin
Hashish-hashin Hashish-hashin
Hashish-hashin Hashish-hashin
Hashishin

Black-September Black-September
Black-September Black-September
Black-September Black-September
Black-September

Death unto all infidels in oil
Guide us o thou genie of the smoke
Lead us to a thousand and one nights
In the perfumed garden of delights

Petro-dollar Petro-dollar
Petrol-D'allah Petrol-D'allah
Petro-dollar Petro-dollar
Petro-dollar

It is written in the soul of the desert
It is written in the signs in the stars
It is written in the sands of the hour-glass
It is written
It is written in the eye of the falcon
It is written in the shade of the scorpion
It is written in the wealth of the sun
It is written
It is written that man's truth is a mirage
It is written that death's an oasis
It is written for all unbelievers
It is written

Death unto all infidels in oil
Guide us o thou genie of the smoke
Lead us to a thousand and one nights
In the perfumed garden of delights