Tune from way back in 1995 or so. The band was Third Wave – me, Rebecca, Stefan Brabec, Joseph Knorr, and Jake Jacob. Weird time in music – lots of grungy angry music ala Hole. Fun to play. Can’t really crank out the angst nowadays. Well, I suppose we could, but then I’m not really feeling the angst. Just want to relax lately!

Wrote and recorded this today. Used for the most part still as a way to get the hang of Logic. Love the clean sound and real-world mixer-like audio mixing. Don’t love the way I have to jump through hoops to save in different formats. And how in the world do you convert to a wma with a Mac?

Lyrics

Angels Playing Hell

Sorry I’m late it’s the very first date of the fall
You’ve sprung the latch and I’m trying to catch it is all
Put down your arrows and pick up your guns and you know that the rapture is coming undone all around
I told a friend of the state he was in and he saw

Angels playing hell with his soul
Angels sticking pins in his soul

If you were a snake you would swallow your tail and pretend
That you were the first to make it alive to the end
Everything’s busted your silver is rusted your friends can be trusted your head needs adjusted my friend
If I were your mother I’d tell you that you need back in

Angels playing hell with your soul
Angels sticking pins in your soul
Angels slipping in through every door

Once you were twice the third to be trapped under ice
Playing with rainbows in winter near water’s not nice
Gasping and clawing and ripping and gnawing and slipping and falling and turning and calling to them
Who tickle their teeth with your bones and your meat and your sins

Angels dancing high with your soul
Angels dancing low with your soul
Sometimes you just got no where to go