[ti:The Night People]
[ar:Peter Sinfield]
[al:Still]
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Brunton, Collins, Jump ...
[00:13.75] Blue neon clock fingers sneaking past the stars
[00:20.25] Extinguish the last fuse of day
[00:26.91] Through black rain-wet streets rush bleary-eyed cars
[00:33.71] Stuffed with revellers drunk and blase
[00:40.18] In Soho stained waiters bang dustbins around
[00:46.91] Commissionaires yawn into tweed
[00:53.34] As empty and echo hose yesterday dawn
[01:00.30] The night people slide inbetween
[01:07.12]
[01:20.66] Sallow dudes with spotlight eyes
[01:26.09] Pour laughter sauce on ice
[01:32.88] Velvet dolls with brandied smiles
[01:38.86] Lean close with mouths of dice
[01:45.01] The tunnel band plays studded drums
[01:48.01] And spits electric spears
[01:50.90] As the dancers kick like marionettes
[01:53.83] Through the smokescreen atmospheres
[01:56.36] Dance on pale harlequins of night
[02:02.60] Lest you scratch your gilded fears
[02:10.87]
[02:28.48] The paint peeling tea stall by Charing Cross bridge
[02:34.83] Attracts lonely moths to its lamps
[02:41.32] In corners of archways on a benches oak ridge
[02:48.12] Lie newspapered wine-softened tramps
[02:54.60] Pushed on by policemen and queueing for soup
[03:00.97] Evading the world's outstretched glove
[03:07.34] But one pain they share with the jewelled ghost troupe
[03:13.91] Both searching for some kind of love
[03:20.18]
[03:33.03] Gargoyles chewing on dead cigars
[03:38.88] Stack chips in crystal halls
[03:45.30] Sequinned starlets scent their breasts
[03:51.06] Till the single finger calls
[03:57.43] Rhinestoned strippers strut and peel
[04:00.17] For the cochineal stockade
[04:03.40] The gangster roars, his crew applauds
[04:06.28] At the punter's fun parade
[04:08.60] All worshiping the jaws of night
[04:13.51] Where the piper is never paid
[04:17.77]
[04:21.84] Champagned freaks in denim shirts
[04:28.69] Snort energy in spoons
[04:34.83] Laughing girls ask zodiac signs
[04:39.98] But their eyes sing lonely tunes
[04:46.76] It's four o'clock the wine is flat
[04:49.40] The coffee has long gone cold
[04:52.64] The rustlers pay their last respects
[04:55.35] Then drive away blindfold...
[04:58.44] Dead the hollow dreams of night
[05:05.16] Turn grey dissolve... dissolve...
[05:19.51]
[05:29.44] Leaves dervish dance on the coiled wind of dawn
[05:36.31] Whisper... The curtain lifts... Day
[05:42.83] News vans and lorries with oranges roar
[05:49.14] From Fleet Street to Ealing Broadway
[05:55.81] The first bus with charladies stops in the Strand
[06:02.10] Milk vans and post vans cruise by
[06:07.66] At Euston commuters, shop girls and striped suiters
[06:14.03] Are jostling and milling, cars hooting, brakes shrilling...
[07:37.60]