
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Song language: English
The Beat Of The Night |
It was cold that night from across the west and the days had lost their spark |
And the yellow lights split the rain so bright and the dogs had lost their bark |
What Hitchcock plots were hatched that night behind the shuttered door |
When the curtain shook and the head beat down and he quietly was withdrawn |
And we moved in the Beat |
Beat of the Night, Beat of the Night |
Beat of the Night |
So I made my way to the top of the hill and I looked on down the road |
And the air stood still in the frost and chill as the hours and the minutes |
unfold |
But the trees they shook and the house creeked as though seized by a violent |
rage |
And the wind bites deep and the wires shriek like a noise from beyond the grave |
And they moved in the Beat |
Swayed in the Beat |
Talk in the Beat |
The Beat of the Night |
The sound of women crying made me go and investigate |
And I walked past a row of houses 'til I reached #48 |
Where the huddled neighbors stood about, frightened shocked and scared |
And the bleating of an ambulance cut through the thickening air |
And with a sickening sense of deja vu I knew what was coming next |
I’d been here before, but when or how, I couldn’t quiet connect |
And from an open-windowed upstairs flat someone sang along |
Yes I knew the words and I knew the tune |
They were playing that beautiful song that went Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah yeah |
yeah)(Yeah yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah yeah) |
And we moved in the Beat (Yeah yeah yeah) |
Rocked in the Beat (Yeah yeah yeah) |
Talkin' in the Beat (Yeah yeah yeah) |
The Beat of the Night (Yeah yeah yeah) |
The Beat of the Night (Yeah yeah yeah) |
The Beat of the Night (Yeah yeah yeah) |
A black man slumped up against the door |
And a Brown man lay face down on the floor |
And a white woman sobbed on the second stair |
And all the blood was red |
And then they moved in the Beat |
Rockin' in the Beat |
Talkin' in the Beat |
The Beat of the Night |
Yes the tears of rage and the tears of anger flowed to the river bank |
And at the local disco dancehall they were cranking up the skank |
And the pulse of the noise went through the night into the washed-up back of my |
feet |
And I smelled the fear and I tasted blood and the soundtrack was the Beat |
As we moved in the Beat (Yeah yeah yeah) |
Rockin' in the Beat (Yeah yeah yeah) |
Murder in the Beat (Yeah yeah yeah) |
The Beat of the Night (Yeah yeah yeah) |
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