Send me an angel, send me an angel
Right now, right now
The room is dark, faintly lit only by coloured LED lights around its’ perimeter and filtered moonlight peering through the external glass doors. The music pulses and I feel the beat as the instructor’s voice urges me on, encouraging me to push myself harder as I head up a steep incline on my spin bike. Lost in the moment, I close my eyes to better concentrate on the beat as the familiar music washes over me.
Send me an angel, send me an angel
Right now, right now
The room is dark, lit only by the faint light from a neighbouring room seeping around the frame of the closed bedroom door. The radio is playing at low volume as I share a double bed, top-to-toe with a friend. I feel groggy, not yet asleep but not fully awake either, caught in that no man’s land between waking and sleeping. I close my eyes, willing sleep to gently sweep me into its embrace as the music washes over me.
Send me an angel, send me an angel
Right now, right now
Two seemingly insignificant, everyday moments, separated by the blink of an eye are in fact years, decades even and most of my lifetime apart. They represent two very different people, yet are of course, both me.
One moment, a bleary eyed teenager is willing herself to sleep during a sleepover with a friend in nineteen eighties suburban Sydney. Next moment, a wide awake, middle aged mother is pushing her body to perform at her local gym on the Sunshine Coast, and it’s inexplicably 2019. Already. How did that happen?
The power of music and the memories embedded within it enables me to time travel every time I hear this song.
Send me an angel, send me an angel
Right now, right now
Not only am I no longer a teenager, but in just over a year, neither of my children will be teenagers either. A full generation has passed, yet I still smile every time I hear this song.
Who knew I’d still be listening to that exact same song in another dark room thirty six years later?
All in the blink of an eye.
Cliched, yes, but also oh . . . so . . . true.
Oh, and by the way, yes, I have been lucky in love. What about you?
Anna xo
Not familiar with Real Life’s Send Me An Angel from 1983 (re released 1989)? Full lyrics are below and you can watch/ listen to it here. It’s a great example of archetypal eighties synth pop.
Send Me an Angel – Real Life
Do you believe in heaven above?
Do you believe in love?
Don’t tell a lie, don’t be false or untrue
It all comes back to you
Open fire on my burning heart
I’ve never been lucky in love
My defenses are down, a kiss or a frown
I can’t survive on my own
If a girl walks in and carves her name in my heart
I’ll turn and run away
Everyday we’ve all been led astray
It’s hard to be lucky in love
It gets in your eyes, it’s making you cry
Don’t know what to do
Don’t know what to do
You’re looking for love, calling heaven above
Send me an angel, send me an angel
Right now, right now
Send me an angel, send me an angel
Right now, right now
Empty dreams can only disappoint
In a room behind your smile
But don’t give up, don’t give up
You can be lucky in love
It gets in your eyes, it’s making you cry
Don’t know what to do
Don’t know what to do
You’re looking for love, calling heaven above
Send me an angel, send me an angel
Right now, right now
Send me an angel, send me an angel
Right now, right now
Send me an angel, send me an angel
Right now, right now
Send me an angel, send me an angel
Right now, right now, right now
Songwriters: Andrew Lewis Taylor, Sabina Smyth ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Ordinarily Extraordinary Anna 
Hi Anna! 🙂 I’ve nominated you for the ‘Sunshine Blogger Award’ on my blog, there’s a few questions there for you if you want to join in! Thank you for your diverse posts 🙂
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Thankyou so much! I’ll head over and look at the questions.
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