I played Robbie Williams’ song “Angels” for an English class I was doing yesterday. Oh, what an intense song. I had to check myself because at one point I felt like crying.
“Angels” captures my heart in a way few songs do. Like a good spiritual text, it feels fresh and speaks something different to me every time I listen to it deeply.
This time I was caught unawares, having almost forgotten how beautiful it is. Somehow I was transported straight back in time, back into myself, to some of that existential pain the song speaks about.
“And when love is dead… I’m loving angels instead.” How hauntingly beautiful.
My revelation this last time I listened to it was the extent to which I still carried around pain I had to heal. In its bittersweet way, “Angels” reminded me of the pain and suffering the world contains, and the powerful urge I have to heal it, in myself and others, and to go beyond.
“And as the feeling grows… she breathes flesh to my bones… and when love is dead… I’m loving angels instead.”
Something beyond this world. Growing up in a place that was painfully mundane, hearing this song meant something I can’t describe.
“And through it all…
“She offers me protection, a lot of love and affection, whether I’m right or wrong.”
Just like that. In a place where deadness and dullness is the norm, a rebellious sword of feeling and humanity cutting through the BS.
“Oh my God,” I might have thought. “Someone who actually dares to… feel.”
Someone who dares to feel. Someone who gets down to their bare longing, the longing which we’ve been told we shouldn’t have.
The longing for something more. The longing for protection, for unconditional love. Dare I say it, divine love.
And there’s something so powerful about this song because it calls upon the feeling of angels. I believe that angels exist, because I’ve seen what I consdier to be firm evidence. Other people might just want to believe angels exist, or feel in their bones that angels exist.
That sweet sense of protection, divine love, omnipresent divine love, that you feel in your bones has to exist.
The comfort when you can’t find that transcendent love anywhere on Earth. You feel in your bones that love has to exist, but you can’t find it here. And that’s why Robbie Williams’ “Angels” touches you.
Because it tells you exactly what you already feel, with an innate certainty, must be true.
“And when love is dead… I’m loving Angels instead.”