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ANGEL - (by Tatiana Lina)  Year: 2004
Tatiana Lina A theatrical song-monologue written on the poem "The Angel" by William Blake. A song about running away from love as the youth passes by and leaves you with only grey hair. Female Vocals, Dramatic, Broadway
Type Play Track Info Catalog ID Min:Sec Tempo & BPM Price Control
Full Track - Dramatic, Broadway
260054 3:21 Medium 105   


Track Summary
Music Track Title: Angel
Catalog ID: 260054  ISRC: US5UL0709283
Description: A theatrical song-monologue written on the poem "The Angel" by William Blake. A song about running away from love as the youth passes by and leaves you with only grey hair.

Social Media Link: http://www.audiosparx.com/sa/archive/Dramatic/Broadway-Music/Angel/260054

Artist or Group: Tatiana Lina

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Keywords: Theatre Song, Classical Poetry, Song-Monologue, Complex Vocal Arrangement

Music Genre > Sub-genre
    Dramatic Music
       Broadway and Theatrical music
Extended Properties
  Duration: 3:21   Tempo: Medium   BPM: 105
   Arrangement: Orchestra, Chamber
   Instruments: Guitar, Bells, Kalimba, Piano, Vocals, Xylophone
   Vocal Mix: Female Vocals
   Language: English
Album: Decameron
Moods: Bittersweet, Dramatic, Emotional, Enchanted, Longing, Magical, Melancholic, Nostalgic, Passionate, Reflective, Romantic, Sensual

Styles: Broadway & Theatre, Drama / 20-Something, Drama / Mature, Film Vocal, Romantic Drama, Romantic Epic, Romantic Passion, TV Vocal

Lyrical Topics: Dreams, Love, Romance, Sensual, Angel / Angels

Lyrics
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
I dreamed that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
And then the morning blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

On tip toes he will come tonight
On tip wings landing in twilight

What it was? Was it just a dream?
Was this white feather left by him?
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