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  • 作词 : PICCARRETA, ANGELO
    作曲 : ROLANDO, CHARLES FRANCIS / ARENA, GESUALDO
    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
  • 作词 : PICCARRETA, ANGELO
    作曲 : ROLANDO, CHARLES FRANCIS / ARENA, GESUALDO
    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