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The Night People

アーティスト:Peter Sinfield  アルバム:Still 

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Blue neon clock fingers sneaking past the stars Extinguish the last fuse of day Through black rain-wet streets rush bleary-eyed cars Stuffed with revellers drunk and blasé In Soho stained waiters bang dustbins around, Commissionaires yawn into tweed, As empty and echo hose yesterday down The night people slide inbetween Sallow dudes with spotlight eyes Pour laughter sauce on ice Velvet dolls with brandied smiles Lean close with mouths of dice The tunnel band plays studded drums And spits electric spears As the dancers kick like marionettes Through the smokescreen atmospheres Dance on pale harlequins of night Lest you scratch your gilded fears The paint peeling tea stall by Charing Cross bridge Attracts lonely moths to its lamps In corners of archways on a benches oak ridge Lie newspapered wine-softened tramps; Pushed on by policemen and queueing for soup Evading the world's outstretched glove, But one pain they share with the jewelled ghost troupe Both searching for some kind of love Gargoyles chewing on dead cigars


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