Angel of Bedlam © Tim de Ferrars 2008

VERSE 1
Smoke is hanging heavy
Among the spires of old London.
The sun sets red as blood in the corrupted sky.
An icy fog is heading
Down the steps of an old dungeon
It's got its fingers in our blood and the fever's running high.

VERSE 2
It's dark as the grave
And deep underground
Weary souls are huddling for a warmth that can't be found.
No-one knows who she is or why it is she came:
She moves without sound
And touches the brow of the mad and the damned.

CHORUS
She's an angel
The angel of Bedlam.
We believe she can save us
The angel of Bedlam.

VERSE 3
Dark hearts are beating now,
Teaching our children to hate.
Feuds and reprisals, death and survival:
All for drab desert real estate.
She's moving among us, making no sound
It's gone too far, she's surely too late.
She'll turn our dark hearts and our hatred around
The angel returns but it's 2008.

CHORUS

VERSE 4
Sunrise in Cuba
The sky paints the sea in quicksilver.
Christmas day, the dying year's at an end.
Fiesta in Cuba
Fiesta en Cuba
Dress well, eat well - and good living.
Trajes finos y comida fina y buena vida
Fiesta in Cuba
Fiesta en Cuba
Wear any colour but orange
Lleva cualquier color menos naranja.



Zoom MRS1608 to record the drums and bass

GB4 and Logic Pro