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Other People's Angels

by Voice Of The Rain

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1.
When I was 17 my life seemed very simple to me, A kind of rollercoaster ride. But now it’s not the same, Everything’s changed so quickly for me, I live in complicated times. So, try making me laugh, try making me smile. Try keeping my head on one thing for a while - It’s much easier than it seems, am I in a dream? I look to the waters glisten, open my heart and listen, Put the shell to my ear, hear the sea, I am I-N-L-O-V-E again. I used to drift along, the happy son of little questions, That I found easy to resolve. Now hardly a week goes by without me finding some new problem, That it’s impossible to solve. So, try making me laugh, try making me smile. Try keeping my head on one thing for a while – Try to understand my conceits, Try deceiving me with belief It’s much easier than it seems, must be in a dream. I look to the waters glisten, open my heart and listen, Put the shell to my ear, hear the sea, I am I-N-L-O-V-E again.
2.
Walkman and Bicycle – The shops are shut and office girls are leaving To be with boys in shiny suits Who love their cars and buy them to be seen in. This evening, they’ll be on the town With a drink and ‘a new one’ And maybe later on they’ll give Lisa Bonet some. Lights off, the traffic stops And Ryder’s singing, “Call the Cops!’ with reason. But speeding doesn’t help at all: when I get home You’ll still have called up three times this evening. But I won’t be out tonight; I’ve got something else planned. Do I have to tell you why? Can’t you understand? You can’t just walk through my life and expect me to fall at your feet I can’t tailor myself to suit your every need Maybe what you need is something I can’t be… We’re not the people we thought we’d become Now I can’t even see them. Just Walkman and Bicycle, seems that is all I’ve got left to believe in. Believe me, I can’t come out tonight, I’ve got something else planned. Does it really matter why? Can’t you understand? You can’t just walk through my life and expect me to fall at your feet I can’t tailor myself to suit your every need. And our Lust is merely a part of what together we are - You mean much more to me than a beautiful body. Could be anybody lying beside me. Maybe what you need is something I can’t see…. I don’t what to be but I just can’t be myself When all you ever want from me is somebody else.
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Pillows 03:01
Once there was ‘us’ and now there’s me And though this happens regularly, Sometimes it’s easy to imagine That there’s no-one out there for me. I just want someone to know There’s an empty space on my pillows. Does it really not show? How I’ve waited so long for this love And this love doesn’t know. It can be any place or time, Night or Day, I don’t mind. It can be tender or removed But please make it be soon. I just want someone to know There’s an emptiness on my pillows. Does it really not show? How I’ve waited so long for this love And this love doesn’t know. Doesn’t anyone know There’s an empty space on my pillows? Does it really not show? How I’ve waited so long for this love And this love doesn’t know.
4.
And there we were lying in a field With the sky for a ceiling And our hometown all sleeping, Talking of Love and Death and Friendship and Pain, Though I like to be near her, I’ll never tell her again. Because I’ve pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind, Made a Girlfriend into a girl friend And now I think I know that she’ll never be mine, At least not in a physical sense. Nobody told me that love was like school, So while some learned by hard work, I was a fool. She was the lesson of my adolescence – But I might have done better had I known at the time. Now I’ve pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind, Made a Girlfriend into a girl friend Because I think I know that she’ll never be mine, At least not in a physical sense. But Oh! How the body’s demands supersede all you learn And turn into demands. In love or friendship we go on, never knowing where Or how the road could be so long, maybe we don’t care. (Lying in a field, I’m turning a Girlfriend into girl friend.)
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She said I’ve been weighed down by carrying more than my cross and though I once wanted to be found all I really crave now is to be lost. He said Lose yourself in me – I know I’m not your Sign but I’ve been waiting patiently for you and for a long, long time. She smiled and it made him laugh I’m just another victim of your spells She said You’ve never really understood that I’m wary of being myself He said Be yourself with me – I know I’m not your Sign but I’ve been waiting patiently for you and for a long, long time. He tried It’s getting late; give me your hand, I’ll walk you home She thought I’m tired of talking; all I really want now is to be alone. He said Be alone with me – I know I’m not your Sign but I’ve been waiting patiently for you and for a long, long time
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100 Years 03:39
What was it like in the war? Did you relish it or were you afraid? Were you worried by death? By the noise and the lights of the air raids? And did you ever think you’d live to ninety? What a strange idea that must have seemed! Do you still think of him? In the same way you did when you first met? Have your memories been kind and helped you Overcome the pain of his death? And is love stronger than time or vice versa? Will you carry his love to your grave? And do you understand why we are here? Does it seem any clearer the nearer the light? Will I be happy or sad? Will I love someone who has all the answers? Will I find proof of my God? Because what little I’ve got leaves me unsure… Will I have something to tell my Grandchildren When they ask me how my life has been? And will I understand why I am here? Will it seem any clearer the nearer the light? There are many questions and only one hundred years. So many questions and only one hundred years Will I be happy? Really happy? Will I be happy and I mean really happy? So many questions….
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70s Child 02:08
Child of the Seventies, will you ever be free Of the time your desirable life was conceived? Wherever you go, whatever you see You’ll never know some things about me Because the difference is deep And we’re not shallow. Child, you’re a woman now But some things haven’t changed: A mother is crying and a father’s to blame.
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Back to the days when I studied for pay and got out of my face, nine to five. Fairly regularly, I could be seen on St. Machar Drive. There was a girl, Queen of my class, I found myself asking her “Where do you live?” She told me ‘The room with the Catholic perfume of Guilt, Wood and Candles” And the days were long, Nights full of loving And the lights shone hazy-pale across St. Machar Drive. Walking home late, I would stop by the gates of New Dunbar Hall And climb over the wall. Trying to hide from the old Porter’s eyes, I would knock on her window And say, “Let me in – won’t you let me in?” Well our love blew cold with the warm air of summer And so I had to say goodbye to St. Machar Drive But I’ll never forget or be slave to regret, It was the happiest I’ve been, Though now just memories Of a girl and a room and the strangest perfume. I would knock on her window and she would let me in.
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I’ve been waiting half my life for other people’s angels, Never found mine – never tried. And I’ve been saying half my prayers for other people’s angels, Lost sight of what counts in my dumbness and my blindness But if I can see that your soul is on fire, I will tell you, And if I can see that out love’s on the line, I will tell you. And I’ve been dreaming half my dreams all for other people’s angels, I’m caught in a world that isn’t mine And I can’t carry on, ‘cause half my days have gone with other people’s angels, Maybe it’s time to start my life over. So if I can see that your soul is on fire, I will tell you And if I can see that our world’s on the wire, I will tell you And if I can see that our love’s on the line, I will tell you.
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September 02:46
September: sunny days but November brings the winter back again and the Christmas lights blink in a new year – Maybe this one will bring me something But today and for a few days I have to work - those bills have got to be paid. But days turn into years and how quickly everything in life disappears. I know that I’m not the same because the Autumn adds a new year to my age and though your picture stays, I hardly remember how we used to lie together for days, Now every day I have to work to keep the Taxman at bay But days turn into years and how quickly everything in life disappears. I’m still working, still at the same place I’m still dreaming of how we used to welcome each new day Now every day I have to work to keep those bills getting paid But days turn into years and how quickly everything in life disappears. I’m still working.
11.
I couldn’t wait to run away ‘cause I was smothered by despair I hated every single day when I was there. But here life is for the taking, there’s a world of difference, nothing seems the same, so here, things are looking better and I know that I will never run again. I was a bookish kind of sad, immersed in words that didn’t show that I was really, really, really mad three years ago. But now I can feel some sense returning, there’s a trick to this and I’m learning how to change, so now, things are looking better, though I know that they will never be the same. Because it’s better, things are better through and through, So much better, things are better through and through. Here and now but with whom? She said we must be married soon and put your savings to good use, well I was nothing if not amused when I was with her but you have helped me to forget, I know it’s clichéd but now nothing seems the same. And you have changed things for the better now I know that I will never run away from here and now with you because here and now with you it’s cool.
12.
From the first time I saw East of Eden I was hooked on Jimmy Dean. Gun crossed, little boy lost, Burning up right there on the screen. With a face full of forebodings that didn’t augur well, the first tortured adolescent to crawl out of it’s shell and he gave the world the idea of a life inbetween boy and man but he left just before he arrived and I can understand. Car crash on an Autumn highway – Jimmy died but the image lives on though the person’s gone, the myth is alive. Long before I got addicted the world was hooked on Marilyn Monroe, whose life became blurred and transformed into Hollywood showtime. Arthur Miller, Joe DiMaggio, JFK and Bobby too tried to catch her falling star and got burned in their pursuit because her sky was full of treasure and no-one had given them the key. Still most men dream of saving her: The girl who invented sex appeal. Bottle of pills on a bedside table – She died but the image lives on though the person’s gone, the myth is alive.
13.
I found some things of yours today - threw them all away. It’s funny how such kidstuff seems embedded deep as grief in me but is this shadow real or perceived? Am I the ghost or are you haunting me? Because each day I walk to work, I see your face in every face I meet and when I go to bed I dream of you, sleeping next to me. Does our distance help to count the cost? I’ve been needing what I’ve lost. I hope you feel the same way too but I don’t think you do. I’ve never had the nerve to feel a thing before, now all at once I can hardly think for each day I walk to work, I see your face in every face I meet and when I go to bed I dream of you, sleeping next to me. Half the world is sleeping now, the other half is running round and around. And each day I walk to work, I see your face in every face I meet and when I go to bed I dream of you, sleeping next to me. Half the world is sleeping now, the other half is remembering how to live.
14.
Last week I was fairly unsure but this week I’m certain Or I suppose I am, I don’t know. But I’ve tried really hard to be fair, to weigh up all the consequences though I know you couldn’t care less if it’s wrong or if it’s right as long as it’s tonight. I know you’re waiting and just what to expect But there’s no room for shyness in your new double bed, it’s so vast I need directions. I can hardly breathe amongst the clothes on your floor. Maybe what I need is just to open the door to myself, can you help me? Because I still feel pretty weird about you and the strange things you’re inviting my body to do for the sake of your favourite sport. But maybe that’s the problem with me… My life has been vicarious, now you want me to change and to see how the world has been for everyone but me. I know you’re waiting and just what to expect But there’s no room for shyness in your new double bed, it’s so vast I need directions. I can hardly breathe amongst the clothes on your floor. Maybe what I need is just to open the door to myself, can you help me? Let’s just get this over, on your Mother’s sofa, nobody could call me a saint.
15.
I just want to hold you in my arms and never let go. In my dreams I have seen you now it seems they’ve all come true. Can you see the stars tonight? I am scarred but they are yours and mine to follow through the sky to somewhere we have never been before. And I’ve a desperate need to be free; I will be frightened, so please stay with me. I’ve never left the ground, secured myself, let safety tie me down and I am still afraid of letting go and breaking all my chains but I’ve a desperate need to be free; I will be frightened, so please stay with me. Well this is our time, Our sweet song of goodbye. Do we have lift off? If you want to be found then you’ve got to be sought but in trying to be free you end up being caught, so I’m wary of change ‘cause it’s always seemed that being in love I could never be me. Now that’s an irrelevancy.
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The fourth album form Voice Of The Rain recorded to four track cassette in 1992 and mixed to D.A.T. that same year. Remastered in 2014.

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released February 17, 2014

All songs by Robert Boole & Richard Knowles.

The digital image, Boulevard de Strasbourg by Eugène Atget, is courtesy of the Getty's Open Content Program

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Voice Of The Rain Horsham, UK

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1980s, 1990s, 2015.

Mainly of an acoustic bent but known to wind up the distortion on occasion.

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