Radio XLVI, side B, track 12: “Angelia” by Richard Marx

Oh, Richard Marx, as much as I enjoy your “Back off, man!” attitude from some of the songs we’ve heard from you on here recently, I feel much more comfortable listening to songs like this one.  It’s not that I don’t appreciate your tough guy persona (such as it is), but we all know that you’re not fooling anyone with those songs, Richard Marx.  This song represents the Richard Marx we paid our money to see.  Or. . .well. . .I don’t know that I’ve ever actually paid money to see you, Richard Marx, but if I had, I would be much more excited to hear this kind of song.

Thing is, I wouldn’t actually want to go to one of your concerts, Richard Marx.  Nothing against you, of course, because I absolutely adore you.  I don’t have much urge to see any singer or band in concert.  I totally appreciate that there are a large number of people who believe that music is a communal experience, and that’s great.  But I’m not much of a communal person, and in general, being the introspective introvert that I am, I’m a firm believer that music is a very personal experience.  Sure, there are songs that are probably best enjoyed in a large group of people, but “Angelia” is not one of those songs, Richard Marx.  MOST of your songs are not those songs.  I don’t want to be around a bunch of people while you’re singing this and “Right Here Waiting” and “Hold On To The Nights”.  Why not just show up to random funerals while we’re at it, Richard Marx?  Your songs are masterpieces of heartbreak and sadness, and I love to feel that sweet ache that they bring, but not where anyone can see me.

And by the way, if there’s anyone out there named Angelia who shows up at one of your concerts, Richard Marx, you stay far away from them.  Anyone who happens to have that name and has heard this song and then shows up to be around you has got something going on that you don’t want.

“Angelia”

<awesome Richard Marx jam>

Memories of yooou and meeee

Tumble insiiide my heeead

Way that we uuused to beee

Things that we said

No one has ever
Made me believe so strooong

You left me ta wonder
How did our love go wroooong

Aaaaaaangelia

Where you runnin’ to now

Aaaaaangeliaaa

Got ta make ya turn around

I lie awaaake at niiight

Wait for the suuun ta shiiine

I still feel you next to meee

Your lips on miiine

Without a warnin’
You made our love a liiie

When ya said you were sorry
Butchoo never told me whyyy

Ohhhhh, Aaaaaaangelia

Where you runnin’ to now

Aaaaaangelia

Got ta make ya turn around

Maybe my love is in vain
Maybe you’re the hurtin’ kind

Can’t take no more of this pain
I’ve got ta getchoo off my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind

<awesome Richard Marx jam>

Getchoo off of my mind

<awesome Richard Marx jam>

Tried ta be whatchoo wanted
I gave you all I had

Girl, you left me with nothin’
Nothin’ but a photograaaaph

Woooaahh, Aaaaangelia

Where you runnin’ to now

Aaaaaangelia

Wonchoo please turn around

Aaaaaaangelia

Where you runnin’ to now

Aaaaaaangelia

Where you runnin’ to now, where you runnin’ to nooow

<awesome Richard Marx jam>

Aaaaaangelia