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Strange Angel - by Lance Whalen

Strange Angel , New release by Lance Whalen Follow : instagram.com/lancewhalen. Support: Patreon.com/lancewhalen This release is made possible by my Patreon members. Thank you all so much for your support. Special thanks to my Star Patrons - Garett Haines, Mike Reynics, Helena Strangio, Kim Swanson, Rachel Stewart, Linda Bryant, Erin Kennedy, Thorne, and TransAppalachia Artistry Credits: Lance Whalen : Music, Lyrics, guitars , drums, vocal @TheadoraFeuFollet Thea Triffid: Theremini Theremin John Simpson: guitars, banjo Engineered and produced by Lance Whalen , John Simpson, and Thea Triffid Mastering Engineer Garrett Haines of Treelady Studios Artwork: photo Sean Ryan subject: Thea Triffid Lyrics: She shows me The Eye of Horus Painted on her toes Right after she kills The Wild Irish Rose Strange Angel We talk all night in the campfire light Strange Angel She found the needle at age 13 Somehow I believe her when she says she's clean Strange Angel Lord have mercy on my soul I want a strange angel Hair of natural red and fairytale long The Devil's Waltz is her favorite song She sits in my lap and plays Orbison She walked out of the night and into my lungs Battle flag Inked on her chest X marks the girl that I love the best Strange angel A slit to the throat, a hot car full of smoke Strange angel Lord have mercy on my soul I love a strange angel. Bio: Lance Whalen’s music has been described as Americana Noir, which I would say is an appropriate description of both his sound and his look--think ink-black boots, suspenders, pompadour. Kentucky-born, his southern roots give him an authenticity that many artists in Americana get away with faking. Lance spent over a decade plugging away in Nashville’s singer-songwriter scene and playing in a criminally underrated boy-girl garage rock duo the Blue Velvets. His stage presence can go from pensive to menacing to unhinged, calling to mind Elvis, Jack White, Nick Cave. His ability to successfully bridge the large gap between singer-songwriter Americana and Detroit-flavored punk rock reveals his versatility as an artist. His latest solo release, the song “Muddy River,” illustrates these two worlds colliding. Lance is also a dear friend, and I elaborate these things about myself to give a glimpse into his personality. After spending several years in Nashville, he’s the only person from that time in my life I can still call a friend. I found Nashville to be a town full of Narcissuses glued to various reflective surfaces, people who can only muscle their way through conversations by hyping up their latest projects, but with Lance I always knew I could talk about the Civil War or amphibians or the blues. He introduced me to the hill country blues artists on Fat Possum records, which have become my obsession as a scholar and historian. During a particularly bad time I received a text message from him saying he’d had a dream that I was in trouble. If I didn’t know better I’d say he was psychic. I also think Lance might be a thousand years old and have the ability to talk to frogs. Jacqui Sahagian