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For to see my depth of sorrow,
You are not allowed to follow me into this town square and then run away
Evil angel with your cleft tongue, when you kissed me on this town square,
All the lights came on at sunset, thought you'd stay
Evil angel, bearing apples, when you kissed me on this drawbridge
As the boats do, how was I to know you'd flee?
Tear down these monuments, bury the coat of arms, and build for me a factory
Evil angel, when you're faced with hatred's daggers in my honor
You're no match, no scratching hearts that no longer bleed
Oh, evil angel, tear down the monuments
Evil angel, bury the coat of arms, and rebuild for me these memories
For to see my depth of sorrow |
- "'Evil Angel' is an interesting song. It's actually to do with a journalist who, uh... I was in France at the time and quite delicate... and this guy basically seduced me in Strasbourg... he gave me a tour of the town and it was very romantic, and we did actually make out in the middle of this town square... and then I went and did the show and I never heard from him again. And I just felt incredibly used. I think a lot of it has to do with, once you get into this business, you do have to become some kind of a machine. You do have to be heartless at times and be able to plough through certain situations. I don't want to totally become that person, but it's good that I'm thinking about it."
The Backpages Interview: Rufus Wainwright. Barney Hoskyns, Rock's Backpages, June 2, 2001.
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