Hansel and Gretel are alive and well And they're living in Berlin She is a cocktail waitress He had a part in a Fassbinder film
And they sit around at night now Drinking schnapps and gin And she says, 'Hansel, you're really bringing me down.' And he says, 'Gretel, you can really be a bitch.'
He says, I've wasted my life on our stupid legend, When my one and only love was the wicked witch.
She said, What is history? And he said, History is an angel Being blown Backwards Into the future He said: History is a pile of debris And the angel wants to go back and fix things To repair the things that have been broken
But there is a storm blowing from Paradise And the storm keeps blowing the angel Backwards Into the future
A Klee drawing named “Angelus Novus” shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe that keeps piling ruin upon ruin and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.
Walter Benjamin, Ninth Thesis on the Philosophy of History