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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, 56-47 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 the sound the creator made -- don't let it stop come again, midnight passenger there to accompany down to the end of the souls lost 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 ship 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 if we can't find land there's a tone written into soul songs that understands we will be free Aus Songtexte Mania