Rebecca Angel

Rebecca Angel

BandFolkAcoustic

Put a voice similar to Joni Mitchell, the stage presence of Ani DiFranco, and the imagination of JK Rowling and you have an idea of Rebecca Angel is like. A unique clear voice, solid accompaniment on guitar and piano, crafty lyrics and soul-pulling music make Rebecca Angel shine.

Biography

While writing a fantasy novel, Rebecca Angel decided to put in a band made up of mythical creatures called 'Camelot's Destruction'. Wondering what kind of music this band would write, she started composing songs, realized she was on a gold mine of inspiration, and hasn't stopped on the strange and fantastical journey of covering a band that only exists within the fantasy realms in her mind. Though that only explains a portion of the vast catalogue of songs written by Rebecca Angel in the past ten years.

Rebecca Angel studied piano from an early age and sang in classical choirs for many years. But it wasn't until she picked up the guitar as an adult that the songs started flowing. Growing up with classical music, but finding grunge and alternative rock as a teenager, Rebecca Angel's music blends both melodic quality and raw emotion. Her lyrics roam freely from evil wizards to sappy love songs. She'll never stop writing, and with performances throughout the Capital Region of New York, extending into Vermont and Connecticut, and with the sparkling accompianment by her band members, Rebecca Angel is quickly becoming part of the musical scene.

Lyrics

Evil Eye

Written By: Rebecca Angel

Evil Eye

This is a song for my little lover
the one with the evil eye.
Always so freaky,
always will seek me,
no matter where I do hide.

This is too scary
I’m getting wary.
with only myself to blame.
I look for sadness
a bent towards madness.
Give them my number and name.

This is a song for my little lover
the one with the evil eye.
Always so freaky,
always will seek me,
no matter where I do hide.

Dreaming in Red

Written By: Rebecca Angel

Dreaming in Red

Dreaming in red tonite.
My own predator to fight.
The most primitive instincts
The most basic fears
Dreaming in red tonite.

The deep red fell out of the bottle
with a practiced ease.
My hands shook and it shattered
spilling over everything, including me
I reached, but I was sliced open
and it all blended so perfectly

What have I become?
Who was I before?
I look out my window
and see only night’s passionate call,
and wonder if anyone here
will ever know the answers.
And would it change anything at all?

Dreaming in red tonite.
My own predator to fight.
The most primitive instincts
The most basic fears
Dreaming in red tonite.

Bringing my finger to my lips
I taste the metallic tang
My vision straightens,
no room for regret,
And yet, somewhere I am saddened
by how easily I could forget.

Dreaming in red tonite.
My own predator to fight.
The most primitive instincts
The most basic fears
Dreaming in red...

Tell me its all a dream
and I will wake without any screams,
without any desires,
without that color filling me whole.

Oh dreaming …
Dreaming in red tonite.

Two-Dimensional Love

Written By: Rebecca Angel

You are quite sexy
Yet so two-dimensional
Abarai Renji

I used to think comic books were stupid.
I liked reading novels with pictures in my mind.
Weren’t cartoons for children?
And may-nga (or mah-nga) was the geekiest kind..

On a whim I started watching an anime
Became addicted at first sight.
Especially the parts when your shirt was ripped
In almost every fight.

Two dimensional love.
Doomed from the start.
I can never hold your hand.
It’s physically impossible for you to have a heart.
Two dimensional love.
In fantasies I’m still confused.
Do you become real?
Or do I become 2D too?

Watching AMVs until midnight
I memorize the six expressions on your face.
I find myself getting jealous
Of pairings with other characters I can’t replace.

I thought about writing a fanfic.
A Mary Sue, nice and long.
Instead I’ll simply dedicate the music
And words of this song…to our

Two dimensional love.
Doomed from the start.
I can never hold your hand.
It’s physically impossible for you to have a heart.
Two dimensional love.
In fantasies I’m still confused.
Do you become real?
Or do I become 2D too?

And what if you did enter my world?
Would you freak if your skin had pores?
You’d use an entire can of hairspray each day.
We might long for what we had before.

A two dimensional love.
Flat, but filled with beauty.
Separated by the page,
And a little thing called ‘reality.’

I Love You Oddly

Written By: Rebecca Angel

The only thing that I dream of
Is for you to be dreaming of me.
And the only thing that I long for
Is for you to long obsessively.

Doesn’t everybody want to be adored?
Sometimes that’s all we’re looking for.
Even though, I know
There’s so much more to love.

I try not to laugh at the people
Who think love is a beautiful dance.
But she keeps losing the rhythm.
And he got a rip in his pants.

It’s keeping together stroke by stroke.
In the sea of possibility.
And trying not to let the other drown.
We get distracted so easily.

This is a very strange love song,
But, hey, it was written by me.
And if there’s one thing you’ve learned by now.
It’s I love you, but oddly.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, but oddly.

Fool's Blues

Written By: Rebecca Angel

When Beowulf killed and Ulysses heard the siren’s call,
Religion and magic blended in the god’s rise and fall.
But when did the ten plagues stay a miracle,
While loving Harry is from the devil?

I learned about a superhero with meta-healing skills.
Vanquished foul demons and cured the world’s ills.
Pointed out clues and unmasked the Father of Lies,
And like all good comic books, the hero never really dies.

If God can be a lion, and every story ends with a duel,
Then tell me what is the difference between faith and a fool?

A six-armed elephant is a serious sect,
But believing in fairies will never gain respect.
Role play in a world where good always wins,
Or meditate for hours to forgive the world’s sins.
(Everyone wants nirvana)

If God can be a lion, and every story ends with a duel,
Then tell me what is the difference between faith and a fool?

Then there are those who believe nothing until personal proof has been found.
But have they ever walked the earth to know it’s truly round?
If the fifth dimension exists in math a page long,
Why can’t it exist in a dream, poem or song?
Nothing can be fully understood anyway.
Seeing is believing, but give me a good storyteller any day.
Give me a good storyteller any day.

If God can be a lion, and every story ends with a duel,
Then tell me what is the difference between faith and a fool?
Faith and a fool, faith and a fool, faith and a fool.
I have faith and I’m a fool.

The Nanana Song

Written By: Rebecca Angel

Sitting in the classroom tapping out his feet.
Wishing he were somewhere else, but nowhere else to be.
Finally he stood up, couldn’t take it anymore.
Said this to the teacher as he danced right out the door.

He said Na na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na

Groovin’ down the sidewalk. Hello Mr. Sun!
Crashed into a lady out for her morning run.
Picked her up, smiled at her, grabbed her pretty face.
Kissed her hard and said this as he left her in outerspace.

He said Na na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na
Yeah, he said Na na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na.

Oh, he’s got no plan.
You could call him a ruined man.
But the future has a way of blessing those who grab their fate.
Spin it round and love it, sending it home late.

Watching through the window of my carefully constructed cell.
Something about the way he moved broke through my do-right shell.
Last time that he looked up, started wiggling his hips.
Through his head back, laughed out loud as this came from my lips.

I said Na na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na
Yeah, I said Na na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na…

Discography

"Optimist's Manifesto" and "Fantasy Escape".

Set List

With over a hundred originals to choose from, and songs being written all the time, Rebecca Angel always has something new at her shows. A typical show consists of two 45 minute sets, though shorter and longer shows aren't a problem.