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