Lyrics: ‘Angelina’

Angelina, I heard him leaving, in the morning with the frost;
Broken promise on his back, ’round his neck a broken cross;
He said goodbye wouldn’t fit in his mouth,
Heard the first bird, followed it south;
Now your bed is as lonely as the rusting Cadillac,
Your carpet’s a shrine to youth and Cognac;

So, play your tambourine,
Play as though you are through;
Play your tambourine,
Play until you are new;

Refused by sleep, you go into the street,
Red lights, headlights, making ghosts on the concrete;
Your legs are weak, but your pain’s intact,
Oh, your arms, they are aching for some point of contact;
In a bar, there’s a man, with a scar on his face,
He takes you, you wake up, empty in space;

So, play your tambourine,
Play as though you are through;
Play your tambourine,
Play until you are new;

Surrendering to gravity, you return to the Earth,
A man with a guitar asks where does it hurt;
His golden voice, cutting you open,
He finds and restores what the others had broken;
He says, ‘I lend you my songs, they’re not yours to deny,’
And through a crack in the night, he slips into the light; 

So, play your tambourine,
Play as though you are through;
Play your tambourine,
Play until you are new.

©Jasmine Beth 2016

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