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Angels of the Rue Saint Denis


Gavin
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Many years ago, as a student, I found myself in Paris and wandered onto the Rue Saint Denis, at that time and maybe still today, one of the city's more notorious red-light districts. Watching the activity on the street, I got the feeling that the seedy romance of the place and the individual stories playing out there would be good material for a song, and the lyric and melody of the first verse kind of formed in my head. It only took me fifty years to get around to finishing it.

I still have some work to do on the production, so all comments and suggestions at this stage are gratefully received ???? 

 

https://soundcloud.com/themysteriousbeings/angels-of-the-rue-saint-denis

 

ANGELS OF THE RUE SAINT DENIS

She's out on the street tonight
She stands in the doorway
With her thighs of brazen white
Lips wrapped around a cigarette
And it's aye, aye, aye ,aye
(Angels) On the Rue St. Denis
Lonely tonight, it's alright, take a chance on me.
And she pirouettes on stiletto heels and smiles at him standing there.
He follows her in from the neon street and into a darkened stair.
Warm the breath on his skin
As she whispers, "Come on in."

He's out on the street tonight
New leather jacket.
She hands him the money
And he hands her a ticket to paradise
And it’s aye aye aye aye
(Angels) On the Rue St. Denis
She boards the train inside her vein to a place that she'd rather be
Where nothing matters and nothing hurts, nothing is anything
Her mother's embrace, a lover's face, she hears her sister sing.
She'll stay for a while
Safe behind her smile

He’s out on the street tonight
Shift started at seven.
He climbs the stair to where
They went to open their own door to heaven
And it’s aye, aye, aye, aye
(Angels) On the Rue St. Denis
Siren blares and no one cares who she is or who she used to be
But the angel of death curses under his breath
Another one got away
And a man with a hole in his soul is left wishing
He’d said what he needed to say
The last time he’ll see
The Angel of the Rue St. Denis.

The last time there’ll be
Angels on the rue St. Denis.

Copyright Gavin Sinclair 2025

I may or may not be an enigma
http://mysteriousbeings.com


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