Song Lyrics:

Punk rock bands don’t do encores…
Ah. Well. We couldn’t come all the way to the Apollo without, y’know, bending the knee, a sacred place.
Let’s try the song that we played the first time that we came here in 80-whatever it was…

It was a cold and wet December day
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

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

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

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

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

oh yeah, look at this, c’mon
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
She’s heart and soul

Hey yah
Hey ha hey hey ya la la now

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
On 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
Yeah yeah yeah yeah… Angel of Harlem

Angel of Harlem
yes sing it with me.
Angel… Angel of Harlem
Angel… Angel of Harlem
Oh yeah
Angel… Angel of Harlem

We were born before the wind
Oh so younger than the sun
float so magnificently
Into the mystic

Angels of Harlem
Angel of Harlem

C’mon. Whoo!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
See bursting.
Hal Willner C’mon
We got Sun Ra. Oh Holy.
Ok. Edge.