The anthemic and mystical title track Overnight Angels could be a reference to Hunter's penchant for Native American allusions with references to the "Indian summer," "Appalachian Way," and spirituality. Ian does admit it was prefabricated though he liked the sound of the words and after the last more mellow album All American Aliens Boy he was striving for more of a harder, metal sound. This was his "plastic attempt" to get it back. Unfortunately, buried in the mix Hunter asks at one point "Can you hear us?" and it sounds like it is his plea against the production. The song showcases fine piano, solo voice, and an orchestral and vocal coda by long-time Hunter mate, Miller Anderson. It does figure well in the soundtrack for Asphaltnacht, a moody low-budget German film about a rock musician searching for songwriting inspiration.
Ian Hunter On Track for Sonicbond Publishing, TheDoctorOfDigital@pm.me
An Indian summer is a period of unseasonably warm, dry weather that sometimes occurs in autumn in temperate regions of the northern hemisphere. Several sources describe a true Indian summer as not occurring until after the first frost, or more specifically the first "killing" frost.[1][2][3]
In Appalachia, we have a different way of life. We find that values we hold can differ from most of the United States and world. We are used to family time and traditions passed down from generation to generation, serving as big events and social gathering for our families.
The Appalachian Trail (also called the A.T.), is a hiking trail in the Eastern United States, extending almost 2,200 miles (3,540 km) between Springer Mountain in Georgia and Mount Katahdin in Maine, and passing through 14 states.[2] The Appalachian Trail Conservancy claims the Appalachian Trail to be the longest hiking-only trail in the world.[3] More than three million people hike segments of the trail each year.[4]
Overnight Angels
(Ian Hunter)
In the heat of the Indian summer
Out along the Appalachian Way
You can hear the sound of the Overnight Angels
As they pray
Charged by the light of some mariners lantern
Spitting out a cold but triangular spray
Can't you hear the screams of the Overnight Angels
As they play
Talking to the spirits through a silver curtain
Reaching out beyond the length of the light
You can catch a glimpse of an Overnight Angel
As he shines
Dancing through the toys of the dead and the living
Laughing at the poets changing their rhymes
Can't you feel the pulse of the Overnight Angels
Beating time
Can you hear us can you hear us
We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Can you hear us can you hear us
We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels Angels
Children of the junkies led the revolution
Push yourselves over get yourselves there
Someone throw their arms round the Overnight Angels
Cause they care
Angels don't need no phony religion
Throw them out along with the ethnic nowheres
They will never speak to the Overnight Angels
They can only stare
Can you hear us can you hear us
We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Can you hear us can you hear us
We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels Angels Angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels Angels Angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels Angels Angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
We're talking 'bout the Overnight Angels Angels Angels Angels
Angels Angels Angels Angels
Angels Angels Angels Angels
Angels Angels Angels Angels
Overnight Angels
Overnight Angels
Talking about
The Overnight Angels
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| Overnight Angels | 5:12 | Originally issued on Overnight Angels, also on the compilations Gold, Shades of Ian Hunter: The Ballad of Ian Hunter and Mott the Hoople and The Very Best of Ian Hunter. |
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