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The Beat Of The Night

It was cold that night
When the crows flew west
And the days had lost their spark
And the yellow light
Split the rain soaked night
And the dogs forgot to bark
What Hitchcock plots
Were hatched that night
Behind the shuttered doors
When a curtain shook
and a head peeped out
Then quietly was withdrawn
As we moved in the beat
The beat of the night

So I made my way
To the top of the hill
And I looked on down the road
And the air stood still
In the frost and chill
As the hours and the minutes unfold
But the trees they shook
And the houses creaked
As though siezed by a violent rage
And the wind bites deep
And the wires shriek
Like a noise from beyond the grave
As we moved in the beat
Swayed in the beat
Shrieked in the beat
The beat of the night

The sound of a woman crying
Made me go and investigate
So I walked past a row of houses
Till I reached number 48
Where the huddled neighbours stood about
Frightened, shocked and scared
And then the bleating of an ambulance
Cut through the thickening air
With a sickening sense of déjà vu
I knew what was coming next
I'd been here before
But when or how
I couldn't quite connect
Then from an open windowed upstairs flat
Someone sang along
Yes I knew the words
And I knew the tune
They were playing a Beatles song

That went
Yeah, yeah, yeah

A black man slumped up against the door
A brown man lay face down on the floor
A white woman sobbed on the second stair
And all the blood was red
And we moved in the beat
The beat of the night

Yes the tears of rage
And the tears of anger
Flow to the river bank
And at the local disco dance hall
They were cranking up the skank
And the pulse of that noise cut through that night
Until it washed up at my feet
And I smelt the fear
And I tasted blood
And the soundtrack was the beat
The beat of the night



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