Midnight

I stepped out on a celluloid night That flickered on a black and white reel Looking for something that I could not explain I could only feel These were the songs upheld by the shades That spoke to me as I left town Israelites, The Harder they Come, 54-47* I hear them now And the words of the prophets never sounded As good as the echo of a hard one drop To be forever enslaved by a sound the creator Made- don't let it stop Come again, midnight passenger There to accompany down To the end of the souls tlost avenue Feel it now I kept walking in the dust all night Looking for a diamond in the crush Halfway under in bars like a shop that was going Down-or coming up It was not the sun that stung, but the feel of loss And the voice of suffering and fate Till I just stopped listening to the chatter of all Those yesterdays- crime pays We will show up with all our secret problems And even if we can't find land There's a tone written into soul songs That understands We will be free