The Night People Lyrics
| Song | The Night People |
| Artist | Peter Sinfield |
| Album | Still |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [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] |
| ti: The Night People | |
| ar: Peter Sinfield | |
| al: Still | |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : 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 rainwet streets rush blearyeyed 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 winesoftened 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] |
| ti: The Night People | |
| ar: Peter Sinfield | |
| al: Still | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : 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 rainwet streets rush blearyeyed 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 winesoftened 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] |
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