Al Stewart - Here In Angola Lyrics






I can't deal with all this undergrowth talk
It just trips my feet and tangles up my thoughts
You're trying to sell me your new faith
Tell me why you'd do it

And your hands are clenched
And you're talking low
With your eyes like flames
Your voice like snow
Someone dug a pit for you
and you fell right into it.

Tell me how the universe was meant to be
Take another sip of your cola
You be the colonel of the cavalry
I'll be Francis Ford Coppola
We'll go together through the jungle night
'Til the moon and stars fade out of sight
Waiting for the dawn to come
Here in Angola
Here in Angola

I can't remember how you got this way
I can still recall you in a younger day
The earnestness still drips off you like butter
And you fling round words in a holy war
And you look so vague, but seem so sure
Don't you ever just want to break right down and stutter

Tell me how the universe was meant to be
Take another sip of your cola
You be the colonel of the cavalry
I'll be Francis Ford Coppola
We'll go together through the jungle night
'Til the moon and stars fade out of sight
Waiting for the dawn to come
Here in Angola
Here in Angola

Ah, why don't you let it go
Ah, you'd be too wise to know
That time will get you anyway
It's at your door today.

I can't deal with these periscope views
And the caveman scrawl that you call news
Hey, why don't you make a not to cancel your next visit
Well, I knew that things were getting out of control
When you found your faith and lost your soul
If there's something you'd rather die than compromise
What is it?

Tell me how the universe was meant to be
Take another sip of your cola
You be the colonel of the cavalry
I'll be Francis Ford Coppola
We'll go together through the jungle night
As the moon and stars fade out of sight
Waiting for the dawn to come
Here in Angola
Here in Angola
Here in Angola
Here in Angola





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  1. H.... C....

    Unfortunately, these days there are those who would answer the question at the end of this song's last verse, "Second Amendment!"

  2. N.... S....

    AL stewart could belt out these rock melodies which such ease. Had everything, Great vocals and harmonies, drumming, guitars, bass, piano and a haunting Sax once in while.

    N.... S....

    Narasimhan S Nice to hear what I too feel.

    N.... S....

    And he still can!!

  3. G.... M....

    I love this song but what is it referring to or to whom?

  4. v.... ....

    Beautiful song.
    Thanks man.

  5. s.... ....

    Good to know, thank you.

  6. c.... s....

    Sometimes a thing hits you with the force of a truckload of hay bales, the power of nostalgia. I remember listening to this record in my country bedroom, way back when. Now I need another glass of trempranillo.

  7. c.... f....

    live/indian summer is beyond excellent. check out eyes of nostro/ world goes to riyad medley.

    c.... f....

    chuck foringer
    Isabelle aime

  8. L.... ....

    Brilliant..Al your the man..

  9. r.... ....

    "Time will get you anyway; It's at your door today!"