In smoke filled bars there's the sound of guitars; and faces with battle scars empty as the glasses they stare into, Tell me where will tonighe take you?
There's no colour today seem to be caught in the gray; looking for the familiar but I'm loosing my way. Lips mime to the music but thoughts are miles away, Wondering if there are winners in these mind-games we play. Nightpeople: Heartbeat of the city calling through the haze Nightpeople: across crowded rooms we gaze. Hypnotic wall of music out of phase Got to believe in better days. The time for a change must be coming around Sick of life's tragedies tearing me down; Masquerading with confidence betrayed by the frown.
Caught in a trap that you set for yourself, Chasing your tail is no good for your health and what will you do if you catch it?
(-Keith Newman (C) //Oct 85': on the Tony Littlejohn album Heartwarrior.)
Out The Garage, 2002
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