| The Angel Song She hasn't prayed in months. The big empty void grows by day, though she lost herself in it, years gone by. Scanning past writings she can't help but wonder how she ever wrote the phrase, "God's in the void somewhere," because these days, or was it some time ago, he put up a sold sign and moved on. They tell her many things and really, what they're all saying is always the opposite. To be strong, to do right, to love, to find solace, to be moral, and to seek ye first that almightly kingdom. She's weak, she always fucks up she is not loved-- there is none; and she'll take what she can get. There is no oz, no wonderland, or anything simple outside of the local zoo. For the first time in months though it seems much, much longer some piece of somebody's mind and soul spilled onto paper and into guitar reaches out and touches what has become hardened, near-forgotten. The music calls out to heaven, to entire hosts of angels in residence and to those whose choices have landed them here with broken, disfigured wings; who can remember flight and glory, but vaguely. For three minutes the downward spiral reverses. This little piece of idyllic soaring song will keep for all eternity, thanks to modern technology. Download it, play, export track, and save. PamEhli/June 2003 |
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