Angela’s Song

One of my current obsessions is Angela from Nathan Fielder’s the Rehearsal. I don’t know if the woman is an actress, a comedian, or just a very singular person. Either way, here’s a song about her.

If anyone wants to put it to music, feel free. Just promise to share!

[Verse 1]

Childless Earth mother;

Self-soothing, slow mover;

In a house that isn’t yours.

Faithful to a fault;

You know something that I don’t;

The meaning in the numbers.

But what is it you’re hiding?

A book without an ending;

Will I ever really know you?

Wrap me in your cardigan;

My heavy-banged heroine;

I know we belong together.

[Refrain]

Cover my feet in lavender;

and tell me that I’m good.

Dance away the devil;

We’re so close to sainthood.

The cameras feel like vampires;

But it feels like home with you.

They can take our dignity;

But they can’t tell us what to do.

Ohhh, Angela. (x2)

[Verse 2]

You’re stalwart and free;

Armed with a cup of tea;

You don’t need anybody.

Bless me with your warnings;

Shower me with your stories;

Break the silence please.

Soft mouth and steely eyes;

The corporations feed us lies;

But I could never lie to you.

Live off the land and stay kind;

It will all be better this time;

I promise I’ll never leave.

[Refrain]

Cover my feet in lavender;

and tell me that I’m good.

Dance away the devil;

We’re so close to sainthood.

The cameras feel like vampires;

But it feels like home with you.

They can take our dignity;

But they can’t tell us what to do.

Ohhh, Angela. (x2)