“I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families …” notes continued below lyrics ⬇️
YouTube playlist
🎧
🎧 🍎
Saint in The City Of Angels
Gather up your smiles ; Buenos Dias song” ⬇️
For Videl and his sisters, my sisters, his brothers, my brothers, we are the dreamers.
I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families.
This song previously had three titles.
I had released it as a preview download ( with multiple thousands of “likes” ) we lost those likes due to a Facebook glitch – so now rebuilding…
– it was and – still is – a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and everywhere after Election 2016.
However …
– never – in my wildest nightmares did i EVER imagine that the USA would be responsible for separating children, babies from their mothers, fathers, families.
Never … ever – did i … never, ever – did you … ever …
And so –
In reverence, respect, in apology, in prayer, I decided the song only needed one title now.
“Saint in the City of Angels” – and we know who the new angels are.
We meet them every day – which was the point of the song in its original drafts. We released the mastered single now, just as we released the preview version – for similar reasons.
It’s a sort of a prayer as we approach the next elections.
It’s an attempt to send out a “hug.”
Born from a life story ( like all my songs)
+
originally, echoes with the name of my friend,
Videl Diaz M.
I dedicated the song to Videl, and to his community, our amigas latinas sisters and brothers, which now includes the “angels” the “babies” the children torn from their families.
To the Dreamer in your own soul.
In Memory of Videl,
A “Saint” i met in the ” City Of Angels “ Los Angeles California
gone too soon at a local hospital
where I sang him this song.
he responded with a smile and the heart monitor showed us that he could hear it…
Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”
He planted a white Lily on his last Christmas here.
Videl was ALWAYS smiling
his eyes smiled even when his mouth looked serious.
His energy … glowed – beamed.
Besides the gardening, he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,
and
Videl was my friend.
When he told me they had put him on some Meds, sheepishly showed me the bottle – as if to ask – “what do you think about this Cali ? ”
I am not a doctor, but I perceived instantly that this was not a good sign … personally I try to maintain health with food and healthy habits so, I shy away from pharma. But I could not advise him.
Of course Videl was old enough to be my grandpa or even great grandpa, but still, I could do nothing to interfere with his doctors’ prescription and frankly, I doubt he had health insurance, so I was clueless about what was going on – how the care was administered etc …
After all, I saw countless incidents of people treating him as though he was worthless – which we did our all to correct.
Little did these cruel persons know, they were in the presence of a greatness they could not comprehend.
Luckily, my partner and I were of the privileged few who got to know the beauty of this man.
OH, and he barely spoke English, so … we communicated mostly non-verbally ….
I still wish I could have saved his life some-how. I still feel guilty even though I know it wasn’t my fault and I couldn’t think of any way to help him. I still feel like I should have found a way.
But I live in a culture that makes it almost impossible and at the very least, I can try to improve that culture.
It took a LONG time for me to manage my grief at his passing.
That grief hit me like a ton of bricks, out of nowhere.
Honestly, I didn’t even know Videl all that well … but he is deeply in my heart and I still grieve for him because I feel our healthcare system, and his employers, failed him. Our country failed him. To an extent, I feel that I failed him too.
Videl’s community has touched me in so many ways since I moved to L.A. from NYC.
This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.
The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person I met at both of the hospitals.
Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder –
— but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared …
— the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me ” mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.
And
This song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved “CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside.
The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight outside that Cat Hospital and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not
As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest …
and then outside on that cold, dark, empty night, “The Stranger” walked up to me, with a look on her face that can only be described as “Holy” …
“ I’m here to tell you, your cat is in the better place”
In anguish, I managed to say, “who are you?”
And she said, ….” just… a stranger” …
she was just as confused as I was … as though somehow she didn’t even know why she was speaking to me … as though it was her “calling” …
and then, with a question mark, she walked away, into that night, and into my heart, forever.
These songs, this album, this movie, are my “calling” …
And so … this is the “hug” that I come out into “This Night,” the “Darkness,”
To share with you :
Hello Strangers
Who Work With Us
To Build a Better World.
Let’s tend this Garden Together
in All the Cities of the Angels,
During the “Seasons Of Light ”
+ forever,
Let US Be “The Light”
To “The Strangers,”
You and I are, ” strangers no more.”
***
This song is An Ironic Gypsy Smile
“Immigracion Con La Los Anjeles”
Glad to be here
Paying Dearly for the Privilege
Immigrants fulfilling the promise
Lady Liberty
Masking and Unmasking Daily Pains
Burning Candles
Anguish
and Hope
A Love Song To the Immigrants of Los Angeles
The immigrants of America and Everywhere on this
Blue Planet.
Immigrants
Like me,
And like you too.
And now – it’s for the babies, the children … I can’t stop thinking about them and I am helpless to help them. I am so ashamed of what America has done to these beautiful souls. To their families.
I can only try to tap into the indomitable spirit I witnessed in Videl, in every one of the strong heroes I see surviving this injustice … I want to hug you.
“I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families …” notes continued below lyrics ⬇️
YouTube playlist
🎧
🎧 🍎
Saint in The City Of Angels
Gather up your smiles ; Buenos Dias song” ⬇️
For Videl and his sisters, my sisters, his brothers, my brothers, we are the dreamers.
I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families.
This song previously had three titles.
I had released it as a preview download ( with multiple thousands of “likes” ) we lost those likes due to a Facebook glitch – so now rebuilding…
– it was and – still is – a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and everywhere after Election 2016.
However …
– never – in my wildest nightmares did i EVER imagine that the USA would be responsible for separating children, babies from their mothers, fathers, families.
Never … ever – did i … never, ever – did you … ever …
And so –
In reverence, respect, in apology, in prayer, I decided the song only needed one title now.
“Saint in the City of Angels” – and we know who the new angels are.
We meet them every day – which was the point of the song in its original drafts. We released the mastered single now, just as we released the preview version – for similar reasons.
It’s a sort of a prayer as we approach the next elections.
It’s an attempt to send out a “hug.”
Born from a life story ( like all my songs)
+
originally, echoes with the name of my friend,
Videl Diaz M.
I dedicated the song to Videl, and to his community, our amigas latinas sisters and brothers, which now includes the “angels” the “babies” the children torn from their families.
To the Dreamer in your own soul.
In Memory of Videl,
A “Saint” i met in the ” City Of Angels “ Los Angeles California
gone too soon at a local hospital
where I sang him this song.
he responded with a smile and the heart monitor showed us that he could hear it…
Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”
He planted a white Lily on his last Christmas here.
Videl was ALWAYS smiling
his eyes smiled even when his mouth looked serious.
His energy … glowed – beamed.
Besides the gardening, he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,
and
Videl was my friend.
When he told me they had put him on some Meds, sheepishly showed me the bottle – as if to ask – “what do you think about this Cali ? ”
I am not a doctor, but I perceived instantly that this was not a good sign … personally I try to maintain health with food and healthy habits so, I shy away from pharma. But I could not advise him.
Of course Videl was old enough to be my grandpa or even great grandpa, but still, I could do nothing to interfere with his doctors’ prescription and frankly, I doubt he had health insurance, so I was clueless about what was going on – how the care was administered etc …
After all, I saw countless incidents of people treating him as though he was worthless – which we did our all to correct.
Little did these cruel persons know, they were in the presence of a greatness they could not comprehend.
Luckily, my partner and I were of the privileged few who got to know the beauty of this man.
OH, and he barely spoke English, so … we communicated mostly non-verbally ….
I still wish I could have saved his life some-how. I still feel guilty even though I know it wasn’t my fault and I couldn’t think of any way to help him. I still feel like I should have found a way.
But I live in a culture that makes it almost impossible and at the very least, I can try to improve that culture.
It took a LONG time for me to manage my grief at his passing.
That grief hit me like a ton of bricks, out of nowhere.
Honestly, I didn’t even know Videl all that well … but he is deeply in my heart and I still grieve for him because I feel our healthcare system, and his employers, failed him. Our country failed him. To an extent, I feel that I failed him too.
Videl’s community has touched me in so many ways since I moved to L.A. from NYC.
This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.
The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person I met at both of the hospitals.
Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder –
— but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared …
— the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me ” mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.
And
This song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved “CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside.
The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight outside that Cat Hospital and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not
As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest …
and then outside on that cold, dark, empty night, “The Stranger” walked up to me, with a look on her face that can only be described as “Holy” …
“ I’m here to tell you, your cat is in the better place”
In anguish, I managed to say, “who are you?”
And she said, ….” just… a stranger” …
she was just as confused as I was … as though somehow she didn’t even know why she was speaking to me … as though it was her “calling” …
and then, with a question mark, she walked away, into that night, and into my heart, forever.
These songs, this album, this movie, are my “calling” …
And so … this is the “hug” that I come out into “This Night,” the “Darkness,”
To share with you :
Hello Strangers
Who Work With Us
To Build a Better World.
Let’s tend this Garden Together
in All the Cities of the Angels,
During the “Seasons Of Light ”
+ forever,
Let US Be “The Light”
To “The Strangers,”
You and I are, ” strangers no more.”
***
This song is An Ironic Gypsy Smile
“Immigracion Con La Los Anjeles”
Glad to be here
Paying Dearly for the Privilege
Immigrants fulfilling the promise
Lady Liberty
Masking and Unmasking Daily Pains
Burning Candles
Anguish
and Hope
A Love Song To the Immigrants of Los Angeles
The immigrants of America and Everywhere on this
Blue Planet.
Immigrants
Like me,
And like you too.
And now – it’s for the babies, the children … I can’t stop thinking about them and I am helpless to help them. I am so ashamed of what America has done to these beautiful souls. To their families.
I can only try to tap into the indomitable spirit I witnessed in Videl, in every one of the strong heroes I see surviving this injustice … I want to hug you.
“I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families …” notes continued below lyrics ⬇️
YouTube playlist
🎧
🎧 🍎
Saint in The City Of Angels
Gather up your smiles ; Buenos Dias song” ⬇️
For Videl and his sisters, my sisters, his brothers, my brothers, we are the dreamers.
I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families.
This song previously had three titles.
I had released it as a preview download ( with multiple thousands of “likes” ) we lost those likes due to a Facebook glitch – so now rebuilding…
– it was and – still is – a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and everywhere after Election 2016.
However …
– never – in my wildest nightmares did i EVER imagine that the USA would be responsible for separating children, babies from their mothers, fathers, families.
Never … ever – did i … never, ever – did you … ever …
And so –
In reverence, respect, in apology, in prayer, I decided the song only needed one title now.
“Saint in the City of Angels” – and we know who the new angels are.
We meet them every day – which was the point of the song in its original drafts. We released the mastered single now, just as we released the preview version – for similar reasons.
It’s a sort of a prayer as we approach the next elections.
It’s an attempt to send out a “hug.”
Born from a life story ( like all my songs)
+
originally, echoes with the name of my friend,
Videl Diaz M.
I dedicated the song to Videl, and to his community, our amigas latinas sisters and brothers, which now includes the “angels” the “babies” the children torn from their families.
To the Dreamer in your own soul.
In Memory of Videl,
A “Saint” i met in the ” City Of Angels “ Los Angeles California
gone too soon at a local hospital
where I sang him this song.
he responded with a smile and the heart monitor showed us that he could hear it…
Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”
He planted a white Lily on his last Christmas here.
Videl was ALWAYS smiling
his eyes smiled even when his mouth looked serious.
His energy … glowed – beamed.
Besides the gardening, he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,
and
Videl was my friend.
When he told me they had put him on some Meds, sheepishly showed me the bottle – as if to ask – “what do you think about this Cali ? ”
I am not a doctor, but I perceived instantly that this was not a good sign … personally I try to maintain health with food and healthy habits so, I shy away from pharma. But I could not advise him.
Of course Videl was old enough to be my grandpa or even great grandpa, but still, I could do nothing to interfere with his doctors’ prescription and frankly, I doubt he had health insurance, so I was clueless about what was going on – how the care was administered etc …
After all, I saw countless incidents of people treating him as though he was worthless – which we did our all to correct.
Little did these cruel persons know, they were in the presence of a greatness they could not comprehend.
Luckily, my partner and I were of the privileged few who got to know the beauty of this man.
OH, and he barely spoke English, so … we communicated mostly non-verbally ….
I still wish I could have saved his life some-how. I still feel guilty even though I know it wasn’t my fault and I couldn’t think of any way to help him. I still feel like I should have found a way.
But I live in a culture that makes it almost impossible and at the very least, I can try to improve that culture.
It took a LONG time for me to manage my grief at his passing.
That grief hit me like a ton of bricks, out of nowhere.
Honestly, I didn’t even know Videl all that well … but he is deeply in my heart and I still grieve for him because I feel our healthcare system, and his employers, failed him. Our country failed him. To an extent, I feel that I failed him too.
Videl’s community has touched me in so many ways since I moved to L.A. from NYC.
This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.
The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person I met at both of the hospitals.
Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder –
— but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared …
— the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me ” mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.
And
This song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved “CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside.
The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight outside that Cat Hospital and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not
As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest …
and then outside on that cold, dark, empty night, “The Stranger” walked up to me, with a look on her face that can only be described as “Holy” …
“ I’m here to tell you, your cat is in the better place”
In anguish, I managed to say, “who are you?”
And she said, ….” just… a stranger” …
she was just as confused as I was … as though somehow she didn’t even know why she was speaking to me … as though it was her “calling” …
and then, with a question mark, she walked away, into that night, and into my heart, forever.
These songs, this album, this movie, are my “calling” …
And so … this is the “hug” that I come out into “This Night,” the “Darkness,”
To share with you :
Hello Strangers
Who Work With Us
To Build a Better World.
Let’s tend this Garden Together
in All the Cities of the Angels,
During the “Seasons Of Light ”
+ forever,
Let US Be “The Light”
To “The Strangers,”
You and I are, ” strangers no more.”
***
This song is An Ironic Gypsy Smile
“Immigracion Con La Los Anjeles”
Glad to be here
Paying Dearly for the Privilege
Immigrants fulfilling the promise
Lady Liberty
Masking and Unmasking Daily Pains
Burning Candles
Anguish
and Hope
A Love Song To the Immigrants of Los Angeles
The immigrants of America and Everywhere on this
Blue Planet.
Immigrants
Like me,
And like you too.
And now – it’s for the babies, the children … I can’t stop thinking about them and I am helpless to help them. I am so ashamed of what America has done to these beautiful souls. To their families.
I can only try to tap into the indomitable spirit I witnessed in Videl, in every one of the strong heroes I see surviving this injustice … I want to hug you.
“I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families …” notes continued below lyrics ⬇️
YouTube playlist
🎧
🎧 🍎
Saint in The City Of Angels
Gather up your smiles ; Buenos Dias song” ⬇️
For Videl and his sisters, my sisters, his brothers, my brothers, we are the dreamers.
I wrote most of the notes for this song, before witnessing the tragedy of America separating children from their families.
This song previously had three titles.
I had released it as a preview download ( with multiple thousands of “likes” ) we lost those likes due to a Facebook glitch – so now rebuilding…
– it was and – still is – a shoutout / love letter to “The Dreamers” here and everywhere after Election 2016.
However …
– never – in my wildest nightmares did i EVER imagine that the USA would be responsible for separating children, babies from their mothers, fathers, families.
Never … ever – did i … never, ever – did you … ever …
And so –
In reverence, respect, in apology, in prayer, I decided the song only needed one title now.
“Saint in the City of Angels” – and we know who the new angels are.
We meet them every day – which was the point of the song in its original drafts. We released the mastered single now, just as we released the preview version – for similar reasons.
It’s a sort of a prayer as we approach the next elections.
It’s an attempt to send out a “hug.”
Born from a life story ( like all my songs)
+
originally, echoes with the name of my friend,
Videl Diaz M.
I dedicated the song to Videl, and to his community, our amigas latinas sisters and brothers, which now includes the “angels” the “babies” the children torn from their families.
To the Dreamer in your own soul.
In Memory of Videl,
A “Saint” i met in the ” City Of Angels “ Los Angeles California
gone too soon at a local hospital
where I sang him this song.
he responded with a smile and the heart monitor showed us that he could hear it…
Videl grew gardens for an apartment complex in the “city of the angels”
He planted a white Lily on his last Christmas here.
Videl was ALWAYS smiling
his eyes smiled even when his mouth looked serious.
His energy … glowed – beamed.
Besides the gardening, he also cleaned the bathrooms + swept the grounds there too,
and
Videl was my friend.
When he told me they had put him on some Meds, sheepishly showed me the bottle – as if to ask – “what do you think about this Cali ? ”
I am not a doctor, but I perceived instantly that this was not a good sign … personally I try to maintain health with food and healthy habits so, I shy away from pharma. But I could not advise him.
Of course Videl was old enough to be my grandpa or even great grandpa, but still, I could do nothing to interfere with his doctors’ prescription and frankly, I doubt he had health insurance, so I was clueless about what was going on – how the care was administered etc …
After all, I saw countless incidents of people treating him as though he was worthless – which we did our all to correct.
Little did these cruel persons know, they were in the presence of a greatness they could not comprehend.
Luckily, my partner and I were of the privileged few who got to know the beauty of this man.
OH, and he barely spoke English, so … we communicated mostly non-verbally ….
I still wish I could have saved his life some-how. I still feel guilty even though I know it wasn’t my fault and I couldn’t think of any way to help him. I still feel like I should have found a way.
But I live in a culture that makes it almost impossible and at the very least, I can try to improve that culture.
It took a LONG time for me to manage my grief at his passing.
That grief hit me like a ton of bricks, out of nowhere.
Honestly, I didn’t even know Videl all that well … but he is deeply in my heart and I still grieve for him because I feel our healthcare system, and his employers, failed him. Our country failed him. To an extent, I feel that I failed him too.
Videl’s community has touched me in so many ways since I moved to L.A. from NYC.
This song is also a “love letter” to the as yet unnamed parking attendant at the local emergency room I had to be rushed to, when I dislocated my shoulder after a recording session.
The gentleman working as a parking attendant at that local hospital, was the only kind person I met at both of the hospitals.
Doctors, nurses, receptionists, left me to languish screaming in agony from that dislocated shoulder –
— but that parking attendant … working for less than minimum wage I assume … he was the only one that cared …
— the only one with sincere empathy that night … + he kept saying to me ” mama good, mama strong …” that man too, is a “Saint’ in this City Of Angels.
And
This song is a love letter to the Mexican-American young girl I met outside the Cat Hospital, moments after my beloved “CallieCat” was put to sleep by that cold system inside.
The Girl, called herself “A Stranger,” walked up to me at midnight outside that Cat Hospital and showed me the kind of compassion that Veterinary Doctor could not
As my kittycat, CallieCat was writhing in pain at the VCA, I felt my heart rip, straight out of my chest …
and then outside on that cold, dark, empty night, “The Stranger” walked up to me, with a look on her face that can only be described as “Holy” …
“ I’m here to tell you, your cat is in the better place”
In anguish, I managed to say, “who are you?”
And she said, ….” just… a stranger” …
she was just as confused as I was … as though somehow she didn’t even know why she was speaking to me … as though it was her “calling” …
and then, with a question mark, she walked away, into that night, and into my heart, forever.
These songs, this album, this movie, are my “calling” …
And so … this is the “hug” that I come out into “This Night,” the “Darkness,”
To share with you :
Hello Strangers
Who Work With Us
To Build a Better World.
Let’s tend this Garden Together
in All the Cities of the Angels,
During the “Seasons Of Light ”
+ forever,
Let US Be “The Light”
To “The Strangers,”
You and I are, ” strangers no more.”
***
This song is An Ironic Gypsy Smile
“Immigracion Con La Los Anjeles”
Glad to be here
Paying Dearly for the Privilege
Immigrants fulfilling the promise
Lady Liberty
Masking and Unmasking Daily Pains
Burning Candles
Anguish
and Hope
A Love Song To the Immigrants of Los Angeles
The immigrants of America and Everywhere on this
Blue Planet.
Immigrants
Like me,
And like you too.
And now – it’s for the babies, the children … I can’t stop thinking about them and I am helpless to help them. I am so ashamed of what America has done to these beautiful souls. To their families.
I can only try to tap into the indomitable spirit I witnessed in Videl, in every one of the strong heroes I see surviving this injustice … I want to hug you.
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