Three Angels - Bob Dylan
    Three angels up above the street
    Each one playin' a horn
    Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out
    They've been there since Christmas morn.

    The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash
    Then a lady in a bright orange dress
    One U-haul trailer, a truck with no wheels
    The tenth avenue bus goin' west.

    The dogs an' pigeons fly up an' they flutter around
    A man with a badge skips by
    Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work
    Nobody stops to ask why.

    The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
    Where the three angels stand high on their poles
    The driver peeks out tryin' to find one face
    In this concrete world full of souls.

    The angels play on their horns all day
    The whole earth in progression seems to pass by
    But does anyone hear the music they play?
    Does any one even try?


    Marco Giunco
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