Angie

Notes from Joel:

A young woman stepped up to the stage area after a performance in Southern California (the year was approximately 1988). She introduced herself and began to tell me about her life. She was so grateful to the Lord for His grace and mercy and it just radiated from her face as she gave me some of the details of a latch-key homelife where she never heard "I love you" from her parents. After running away as a teenager, she experienced things that aren't meant for any young woman. After three or four years on the street, she came to Christ after hitting bottom... This song isn't her exact story, but the inspiration came from that young woman. My good friend Rob Bryceson (a gifted songwriter, now teacher/pastor in the San Francisco Bay area) helped me craft the lyrics on this one.

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Angie

Angie's town was red, white and blue
Angie's family red white and blue too
A cross on a church looked over her town
But Angie knew she was city bound
She was big city bound

Her father sold cars at Chevrolet
Her mother worked nights in the American way
Keeping up with the Jones's they were rarely at home
When you're left to yourself you'll dream alone
Angie would just dream alone
She studied the look in each magazine
Pictured her face on the silver screen
Stare at the moon and she'd dream

chorus
Someone get me out of here
If I could loose these chains I could break clear
The streets of this town are like prison cell bars
I know my dreams can't be far
Angie just wanted to be a star

She stepped from the bus with a card in her hand
From the man who had said look me up when you can
Water rose to her eyes as he spoke thru the line
And he laughed as he said, That was just a good time
Baby, that was just a good time

She felt faces in shadows reflect neon light
The streets seemed to taunt her, changed by the night
In a desperate moment nowhere to run
Angie did something she shouldn't have done
Something she just shouldn't have done
The sign said she'd dance and the money was good
The shame wouldn't last but the memories would
Someday she'd get out if she could

chorus

The months stole years from her body and soul
The escape through the needles and pills took it's toll
The covergirl princess now dreamed of a home
Where she could touch the love she'd never known
All the love she had never known

It's a glutonous world in a brilliant disguise
Full of big cigar promises and limousine lies
On a dirty worn carpet in a smoky back room
She pressed her face to the wall and she cried

God, can you get me out of here
Can you loose these chains, please can you hear me
I just can't go on the way that things are
I feel so torn and scarred
Can you heal this wounded heart
Angie just wanted to be a star

Angie's town was red, white, and blue
Angie's family red, white and blue, too
And the cross on the church still looked over the town
Told of the love that once came down
The only love that could save her now

Words by Joel Weldon and Rob Bryceson. Music by Joel Weldon.

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