A moment personal to Abbie

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In a huge bank of sound recordings, a disc, a reissue of Scott Walker singing 'Angelica'. 
A girl still in her teens, sobbed a river of tears at the sound of his voice and the enthralling words of Barry Mann & Cynthia Weil.

The words are reproduced after my little self indulgence below.   Abbie

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Overwhelmed, frightened, angry.
Amongst so many people with love in their hearts for her,
She sits surrounded by opulence,
Which yet oppressed with its magnitude.

From the faces that stared down from every shelf,
That sneered with their fake smiles.
With defiant fingers
A face selected to be smashed,
To oblivion.

No smile there to taunt her,
But reflecting her vulnerability, her uncertainty.
From the face, plucked the plastic,
Into the mouth of machine
Pressed.

Mellowness, like syrup flows,
Surrounding her,
Enveloping her in its warmth.
Sorrow, regret, yet promise.

Eyes flood,
Clothing beneath darkens,
Spot follows spot 'til joining.
Witness to a relief, a joy.

In a secret place, the face
To be hers alone.
In solitude, in despair, to find,
Joy renewed, hope reborn.


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Listen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agzRXsgeuwI


Each night I meant to say
I missed her through the day
But I'd forget it
I never said it

I passed the flower shop
Lord knows I meant to stop
But I said tomorrow
Perhaps tomorrow

Tomorrow there'd be time
There'd always be another spring
Time to make her laughter ring
Time to give her everything

Angelica, my Angelica
There's so much you never knew
So much I always meant to say
And do, for you, for you
Angelica

And then the cold winds came
And when I spoke her name
And felt her near me
She couldn't hear me

Her shadow had been cast
Too many springs had passed
For Angelica
Sweet Angelica

Now in my solitude
I tend the flowers that I buy
As they slowly fade and die
Watered by the tears I cry

for my Angelica, my Angelica
There's so much you never knew
So much I always meant to say
And do, for you, for you
Angelica
Angelica
Angelica
Angelica