Fallen Angels
There’s a fallen angel at your door,
Fallen Angel, at your door,
Heaven or hell is waiting at your door.
Stare into eyes of ocean blue,
Stare into eyes of ocean blue,
And a smile that broke the devil’s neck in two.
The creatures in the pit can’t stand the light,
The creatures in the pit can’t stand the light,
And Gabriel is on his guard tonight.
Bet your life you ain’t got time to live,
Bet your life there ain’t time to live,
With all the love an angel’s got to give.
There’s an angel,
Fallen angel.
There’s an angel.
Yeah.
See the wretched fools look straight through,
See the fools look straight through,
The evil in the angel next to you.
Choose your God while you’ve still got your breath,
Choose your God while you’ve got your breath,
But hear me sinners…
Live before you’re dead.
This was an inspired song. The feeling came, the trance-like alpha state, and I let myself go. McCartney once refused to analyse the process of inspiration, in case it stopped working, but in this instance I allowed myself to be conscious of what was going on. I described it to someone afterwards as like going into a trance. A kind of feed-back. If we read a poem, the feeling moves from the page and into us and touches our spirit. Whilst creating with inspiration it works the other