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On the forty-first day…

Angel's Vacation

You know how it is.

You try to go on vacation but work is always on the phone or emailing you. Where’s this? How do you do that? Where’s that eighty thousand you withdrew from the company account on Thursday?

You know.

Imagine how it is when you’re working for the boys upstairs. When the Big Boss is not only omniscient, but occasionally seems to get obsessed with details, it’s hard to really get away.

So you plow headfirst into vacation, ignore it when strangers around you get calls on their cells and, with looks of utter bewilderment, hold their phones out to you. Instead you order another round of doubles for the house and grab a passing barmaid.

Superhuman powers mean superhuman powers to annoy.

You can wear out your welcome even when your American Express card seems bottomless.

But the pretty dark eyed maid keeps sneaking back to your room and, on the day you absolutely, without question, must get back to work… the both of you take off through the desert… followed, only steps behind, by the shadowy operatives of He Who Usually Takes Not No for an Answer.

Angel’s Vacation

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Sunday, October 23, 2005
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Sunday, July 16, 2006

lyrics
Angel’s Vacation

He tried to do what was right
but it always turned out wrong
the heavenly host was not impressed
and he had to blow out of town

he came down to earth near Phoenix
in the middle of the summertime
he walked to the first bar he saw
and ordered whiskey, beer, and wine

An angel came down from heaven
hoping to get away
he stewed in the hotel bar all night
and baked by the pool all day

He pushed the desk clerk to a breakdown
and drove the other guests away
he punched out the hotel detective
and ran off with the pretty dark eyed maid

They laid out on the lam for 40 days and nights
and on the 41st they had to rest
the pretty dark eyed maid was all worn out
and the angel was scared to death

he knew they’d have no trouble tracking him down
angels have this certain glow
and when they tell you it’s time to leave,
by God, then it’s time to go

An angel came down from heaven
hoping to get away
he stewed in the hotel bar all night
and baked by the pool all day

(C)1990,2005, TK Major

(C)2007, TK Major

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One more fugitive angel…

Yet Another Angel's Vacation

 

I must have prodigal angels on my mind.

Last night I saw For Heaven’s Sake, one of those 40’s movies (actually 1950) featuring exceedingly human angels. Like Jack Benny in The Horn Blows at Midnight, Clifton Webb’s angel is a foul-up, to put it delicately.

Benny is sent to earth to sound the final trumpet blast that will signal the end of earth — a minor planet that’s been more trouble than it’s worth for far too long, according to Benny’s immediate heavenly superior — but he misses the beat (the horn has to sound at midnight, exactly) because he stops to save a pretty young suicide.

Webb’s assignment is far less epochal… he’s sent to arrange for the conception (hinted at by references to champagne and romantic music as precursors to the crux of the mission) of a young girl who has been waiting patiently for her childless, show biz couple prospective parents to make the move. (Strikingly, for the era — but subtly, nonetheless — it’s also hinted that the couple has been using birth control — of some form controlled by the wife — to wait for a convenient time to start the family. Although Bob Cummings as the Broadway producer prospective dad seems so thoroughly distracted that he barely seems to be aware of his wife as anything but the longtime leading lady of his plays…)

Anyhow, where was I?

Ah, yes, Clifton Webb’s angel assumes the role of a drawling Texas millionaire who can be enticed into bankrolling the couple’s next play — but the part takes over the angel actor and he quickly devolves into a big spending bon vivant, completely bollixing heaven’s plans for the little girl’s birth. In the end, it’s only her offer to return to heaven to salvage Webb’s angelic career that gets him to resynch with his angelic dharma and light a fire under the reluctant couple.

Anyhow, there’s a metaphor there, somewhere, that’s talking to me right now but I’ll be damned if I can explain it all, really.

The version of “Angel’s Vacation” below was recorded only an hour or two before Tuesday’s entirely different version.

Internet Archive page for this song (multiple formats/streams)

previous AYoS version (1)
previous AYoS version (2)

ANGEL’S VACATION

He tried to do what was right
but it always turned out wrong
the heavenly host was not impressed
and he had to blow out of town

he came down to earth near Phoenix
in the middle of the summertime
he walked to the first bar he saw
and ordered whiskey, beer, and wine

An angel came down from heaven
hoping to get away
he stewed in the hotel bar all night
and baked by the pool all day

He pushed the desk clerk to a breakdown
and drove the other guests away
he punched out the hotel detective
and ran off with the pretty dark eyed maid

They laid out on the lam for 40 days and nights
and on the 41st they had to rest
the pretty dark eyed maid was all worn out
and the angel was scared to death

he knew they’d have no trouble tracking him down
angels have this certain glow
and when they tell you it’s time to leave,
by God, then it’s time to go

An angel came down from heaven
hoping to get away
he stewed in the hotel bar all night
and baked by the pool all day

(C)1990,2005, TK Major

[related song: Goin’ Home ]

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When they tell you it’s time to leave, by God, then it’s time to go

An angel came down from heaven...

 

Storytellers and poets have twisted literature around the lonely figure of the fallen angel since people started telling stories.

There’s something about that driven and tragic flight from grace that resonates with the moody and the manic and the wistfully philosophical, as well.

Why would someone leave paradise?

Why would someone turn his back on love and peace beyond knowledge only to flee to a world of desire, pain, and endless longing?

Why not?

Heaven always looked pretty boring to this tragic, moody poet…

Internet Archive page for this recording
previous AYoS version

ANGEL’S VACATION

He tried to do what was right
but it always turned out wrong
the heavenly host was not impressed
and he had to blow out of town

he came down to earth near Phoenix
in the middle of the summertime
he walked to the first bar he saw
and ordered whiskey, beer, and wine

An angel came down from heaven
hoping to get away
he stewed in the hotel bar all night
and baked by the pool all day

He pushed the desk clerk to a breakdown
and drove the other guests away
he punched out the hotel detective
and ran off with the pretty dark eyed maid

They laid out on the lam for 40 days and nights
and on the 41st they had to rest
the pretty dark eyed maid was all worn out
and the angel was scared to death

he knew they’d have no trouble tracking him down
angels have this certain glow
and when they tell you it’s time to leave,
by God, then it’s time to go

An angel came down from heaven
hoping to get away
he stewed in the hotel bar all night
and baked by the pool all day

(C)1990,2005, TK Major

[related song: Goin’ Home ]

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Every alien, every angel… [Going Home v.2]

Going Home

 

 

Every alien, every angel, every crown prince in disguise, every escapee, every condemned man on the lose — or, for that matter, every soon-to-be-ascended avatar — must go through that moment of realization, a moment when he knows just what he’s leaving behind when he’s called home. (In my songs, often as not, it’s a moment of realization that comes in a rundown, roadside motel.)

previous AYoS version (November 10)

GOING HOME

Wake up baby
turn your light down low…
I want ta see your pretty face
one more time before I go

They’re coming for me in the morning
coming to take me home…
When you see that light in the sky
that’s when you know I’m going home

[bridge]

When you see that light in the sky
that’s when you know I’m going home…
Don’t try to call me baby
cause they ain’t got no telephone

(C)1991, TK Major

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