“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:
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
"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