“Welcome to the edited version of Angels: Tour of the Vultures, a 1977 silent film.  During the screening of it, I will perform songs related to it, specifically:

Briarwood

Dealing with My Friends

Reflections of the Sky

And the short song:  A Horse at Sea

We were students then, graduating from high school, at career crossroads. We came upon the unopened film canister of our forefathers, which we opened, finding within it, the days of our futures past.

I shortened the film last night to diminish, eliminate and remove the shock material, valid though I contend it may be in context.  We will see 15 minutes or approximately half of Angels: Tour of the Vultures, portions from its beginning, middle and end.

If you find the content of this film is shocking, rest assured, I have spared you from the full voltage of the shock. 

By the way, Briarwood, the wood used to make smoking pipes, is the section in Queens, New York where stands the high school building known as Arch Bishop Malloy. 

in Briarwood

 


VERSE I

You can't live up to Briarwood

And yet you always think you should, but

Things have changed.  They're not the same

As what we believed they were

 

Living with the statuettes, you

Find the shape that suits you best

And learn to meet those folks again

In hard up days to come

FOR THE STEM SHALL KEEP US AS ONE.

 

VERSE II

And you can't live up to Briarwood

That's why we know it must be good

It's not the time to understand

To know what we're lying on.

 

Since the day I met you I knew

Love would always bind our hearts

But we have grown.  Though just the same,

We slowly have torn apart

 

BRIDGE

And though you make the study of this master plan

You never really know just What goes on,

Just bits and pieces of the structure.

And like those in charge you know there's more than you see,

As Briarwood is a growth of many minds.

For this bundle of society to form has taken time.

 

(End of Part One)

                    Briarwood (Part Two)

 

You're body is diseased; it's being Eaten Away

It starts from the inside and then One Day

The disease breaks through and you are Filled With Holes

When you looked so good just a Short While Ago.

 

Sitting on a chair in a Flourescent Room

Eating up your hands as you Wonder Who

Are the people waiting with you who are _-_Not_- Anymore

But you're happy there together 'cause you've seen them All Before

 

Unable to control where your Mind Will Go

Periods of darkness, then a Time To Show

That you and I are both Still Here

Though the time is growing short with the seconds made of fear.

 

                    Briarwood (Continued)

 

Wish I still had that House on the Hill,

Stayed alive through this Matter of Will.  There we'd be

Tearing faces just by Turning the Dial.

Had dinner then hung Out for a While

God I really walked in Style.

 

(The Briarwood Walk)

 

Yes I went out.  Played ball with the kids,

Had dinner and then hung out for a while

Sometimes went shopping.  Stopped off at Macy's.

Always saw something that I had to buy.

 

What a position I always was in.

Gambling out the Days of the week.

Worked as a gesture.  They needed me.

A nice little branch out by the leaves.

 

Oh what a time.  You should have been there.

It was so easy, for we were all one.

I can't figure out how I caught this disease.

 

Ah.  And may we fight together

Ah.  In the right, together.  May they

All see through our Griefs

To our beliefs

With only their conversions in our Minds.

That they not be blind!

They understand that our purpose is single. 

That we are ... .That we all become equal.

 

 

That we all are the best.

VERSE III

But you can't live up to

Briarwood.  You

Laugh as though you

Understood, but

This has reality

More than you or I

For this bundle of society to

Form has taken time.

And Briarwood is a growth of many minds, yes

Briarwood is a growth of many minds.

 

                                  c 1975, Peter Dizozza


Dealing With My Friends

 

"Richie Rich.  This is a song about Richie Rich.  Yeah, Richie is just a rich lad and this is a song about his friends, and this includes God as well."

 


VERSE I

This bed is sized for a king

And here I am not sleeping

I may be very small

But all this is mine for the keeping.

 

You see, I'm very important -- of course.

 

VERSE II

I'd like to help people. 

I think they are all good

Deep down inside

Once they are understood

 

I can give them what they need

Give the starving a machine that will make food

Make their lives better

 

They will be my friends.

 

VERSE III

I did well in school this year

Of course.

All the kids they come to my house.

Meet my dad, meet my mom.

One of my pals his pa had trouble with money

That was OK and easy to be solved

All my friends.

 

Christmas, well,

Our tree is so large it,

Nearly hits the ceiling.  And

Though the star just touches it helps

Lend our Christmas feeling, but the thing is

The presents.

So many from all, I

Check to see if they appreciate.

My pa calls it the guest list

To see (with) who(m) we associate

But I prefer to think they are all from God.

He is certainly my friend.

* * *

That's right, Richard, I am your friend and your mind does seem to wander

And I'm on your side but I'll spend your passion 'cause I've been bought like all the others.

That's right, folks and what an expense.

Quite a prostitute for plenty of sense.

I'll "Check" your mind when I have the chance

With my eyes in your pockets and my hands down your pants 'cause I've been

CHORUS

Dealing with my friends now.

Dealing with my friends now.

Dealing with my friends now.

And all these years I've been saving what you spend cause I've been

CODA

So it's time the lights were turned out.

The games are slow to begin.

Of course there must be something wrong when you always have to win.

So sleep now, it's all waiting for you. 

Waiting in every corner, so sleep.   Go to sleep my little one.

 

Copyright Peter Dizozza, 1975