Angels — текст песни (David Byrne)

There are no angels left in america anymore

They left after the second world war heading west

Stopping briefly in japan during the 60s

Then in tianamen square during the last decade

They kept heading west to who knows where

What are they after?

What are they looking for?

A messiah who never comes?

A virgin birth?

A perfect drug?

A sign, any kind of sign?

Anything that looks slightly out of the ordinary

Flying over fields and factories

Mommas going off her head

Daddys bringing home the bacon

Open up the pearly gates

Fruit of salty lubrication

Tangled up in arms and legs

I can barely touch the bottom

Now Im working up a sweat!

Im ready now

Im ready now



I can barely touch my own self

How could I touch someone else?

I am just an advertisement

For a version of myself

Like molecules in constant motion

Like a million nervous tics

I am quivering in anticipation

Like the sunlight on their wings

Im ready now (dont look back)

Im ready now (Im ready for this)

Im ready now



The sensuous world - the smell of the sea

The sweat off their wings - the fruit from the trees

The angel inside - who will meet me tonight

On wings of desire - I come back alive



Im ready

Im ready (I put the dogs outside)

Im ready

Im ready (to take that ride)

Im ready now

Im ready now (to take that wine)

Im ready now but where are you?