Mike Berman

Lyrics

Last night I woke to the devil wind
Blowing warm through the pass again
Raymond Chandler followed me downtown
Drinking whisky sodas til the bars close down
Thought I saw an angel in [Am]Pershing Square
Pushing a shopping cart in her underwear

Angels Flight
Shine your beacon in the night
In the sky like a lonely satellite
Tonight we’ll ride on Angels Flight

Met Warren Zevon outside the chicken stand,
Told me he and Linda are gonna form a band
Going to the canyon, gonna smoke some grass
On the lawn with Morrison and Mama Cass
Gram rode his Harley past the deputy
Heading for that motel room in Joshua Tree

Angels Flight
Shine your beacon in the night
In the sky like a lonely satellite
Tonight we’ll ride on Angels Flight

Standing by the telescope in Griffith Park
Saw the angel rising in a trail of sparks
Far above the haze I saw her fly
Silver wings waving me goodbye
And on the front page of the LA Times
An inventory of the city’s crimes

Angels Flight
Shine your beacon in the night
In the sky like a lonely satellite
Tonight we’ll ride on Angels Flight
Tonight we’ll ride on Angels Flight
Tonight we’ll ride
On Angels Flight