Strange angels – / Singing just for me / Old stories – / They’re haunting me / This is nothing like I thought it would be ¶
Well I was out in my four- door / With the top down. / And I looked up / And there they were: millions of tiny teardrops / Just sort of hanging there / And I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry / And I said to myself: / What next, big sky? ¶
Strange angels / – Singing just for me / Their spare change falls on top of me / Rain falling / Falling all over me / All over me / ¶
Strange angels – / Singing just for me / Old stories / – They’re haunting me / Big changes are coming / Here they come / Here they come ¶
Anyone who has ever been through the medical system – even with the very best of treatment – will identify with this film. “The Doctor” tells the story of an aloof, self-centered heart surgeon who treats his patients like names on a list. Then he gets sick himself, and doesn’t like it one bit when he’s treated like a mere patient. . . .
This is devastating news, which he receives with disbelief. How could a master of medicine like himself become its victim? . . .
For the first time, he grows close to a patient, June (Elizabeth Perkins), who has a brain tumor. They meet daily while they’re having their treatments. . . .
Threatened with his own mortality, he turns to June not for romantic reasons but as a fellow traveler in the same path. Their scenes together are handled with quiet tact and gentleness.
Years ago, I copied a cassette of Laurie Anderson’s album to my elder daughter, knowing her to be off-beat in her music, career and way of life, all within a framework of spirituality. She hated it so much that she gave it back at the earliest opportunity, lest its negative vibes leaked out. To give her credit, she doesn’t think that way today. See also https://crotchetyman.blog/2017/09/16/strange-angels/
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