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…
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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 ]
