when the angels sing – Heart of Loia `'.,°~

🎧 When the Angels Sing • Through These Eyes

What do you do when something feels amiss but it could be a hit? Idk… let’s just stick to the music. 🎯

So these next two songs carry many past moments for me… memories? Oh, I got them.

Through These Eyes is super special to me… more so than any other song I know. It became so real to me in 2oO6, right around the time I first heard it and learned it on guitar… It began to come true in my life.

Today it is like my testimony song, pretty much all the lyrics but especially the line…

“Through these eyes I’ve looked the devil in the face and I’ve seen God’s Holy Grace.”

I never thought I’d be able to relate literally to words like that in a song. To me, it hits like no other. It’s personal, and just so happens… it rocks. 🪨

When the Angels Sing was a fun one to sit around and learn. I used to play it with just power5 chords. Most songs from back in the day, I just listened to them and started playing them how I heard it.

But this entire record is just fire. 🔥
WHITE LIGHT, WHITE HEAT, WHITE TRASH from September of ’96.

Thank you for listening.

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Featured image at the top is by Jared Gaines Art.

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© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All Rights Reserved.

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my dream from last night

I was asleep…
— until I opened my eyes…
— I was in an old town… a third world place…

Cobblestone streets…
— run down…
— falling apart…

There were people everywhere—
on the outside.. they seemed okay…
but once they opened their mouths…
— I saw they were falling apart too…

Nothing but rusted words…
— no faith…
— no hope…
— nothing good to say…
They believed in nothing…

Just empty speech… empty phrases…
— nothing on the inside…
Painted smiles that no one cares to look through…
So I shook it off me—
— continued on…

In the distance.. I could see huge pyramid-like structures…
They were white marble—
— steep…
— with hewn steps stretching across…
Carved for someone braver…
— layered one upon another…
— like a man-made mountain range…

Magnificent to look at…
— like the teeth of God…
— so high up…
— bruising the sky…
— such a challenge…

Something inside me cried out…
Something feral and buried…
I knew—
I must climb…

I started walking toward them…
— because I’m about to move up… 😉

The people started yelling at me—
Their voices like a flock of crows…
— black…
— circling…

You’re not good enough…
you cant…
you wont make it…
it’s impossible…
it’s too much…
you’re crazy…
you’re going to regret it…
you will die…
Yada… yada… yada…

Wrong words—
— like an avalanche…
— thundering down from the mountains…
Bursting into sparks as they hit me—
straight firing me up… setting my spirit ablaze…

My eyes locked…
I started to run — harder…
— faster…
— gaining momentum…
— like jets on a runway…

I took off…
— climbing higher…
— and higher…

The incline at times seemed straight up…
— I could actually feel myself getting tired…

But I kept on—
— never thought of giving up…
— never worried…
— never stopping…
— never slowing to catch my breath…

I’ve never had a better feeling in my life…
— awake or asleep…
— I felt so alive…
— so happy…
— it was unreal…

So determined —
— no one and nothing could stop me…
— nothing was impossible…

It was the greatest feeling ever…
I carried it with me all day after waking…

Mountains mean nothing…

And soon I will rest…
— on the summit…
— where she waits…
Take her hand…
— be her man…

I climb for that moment…
— a deep kiss…
— a life…
— that quiets the world below

Little by little… day by day…

Habakkuk 3:19

“The Lord God is my strength…
and He will make my feet like deer’s feet… and He will make me walk upon my high places…”

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

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