Song Lyrics

You are the loudest bunch of motherfuckers I ever met
Party Sydney style, yep
With the Angel of Harlem

It was a cold and wet December day
We touched the ground at JFK
Snow was melting on the ground
On BLS I heard the sound of an angel

New York, like a Christmas tree
Tonight this city belongs to me, angel

So love… this love won’t let me go
So long… Angel of Harlem

Birdland on fifty-three
The street sounds like a symphony
With John Coltrane and a love supreme
Miles, and she’s got to be an angel

Lady Day got bloodshot eyes
She sees the truth behind the lies, angel

So love… this love won’t let me go
So long… Angel of Harlem
Angel of Harlem

(Whoa love)
Sing now: she’s heart and… soul
Yeah yeah… yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah…

Blue light on the avenue
God knows they got to you
An empty glass, the lady sings
Eyes swollen like a bee sting
Blinded you lost your way
Through the side streets and the alleyway
Like a star exploding in the night
Filling up the city with broad daylight
An angel in Devil’s shoes
Salvation in the blues
You never looked like an angel
But hey, hey, hey… you’re the Angel of Harlem
Angel of Harlem

Angel… Angel of Harlem…
Angel… Angel of Harlem… (oh love)
Angel…

(Go)