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The Night People
Peter Sinfield
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Blue neon clock fingers sneaking past the stars
Extinguish the last few sun rays
Through black, rain-wet streets rush bleary-eyed gamblers
With revellers, drunk and blasรฉ
In soap-stained waiters, beggars spin around
Commissionaires yawn intertwined
As empty and empty pose yesterday dawn
The night people slide in between
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Sallow dudes with the spotlight eyes
Pouring laughter, so, so nice
Velvet dolls with the branded smiles
Lean close with mouths of dyes
And the turntable thumps its drums and spits electric spears
As the dancers kick like marionettes
Through the smokescreen atmospheres
Dance on, pale harlequins of night
Lest you scratch your Gilbert Fears
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A paint-peeling tea stall by a jarring cross bridge
Attracts lonely moths to its house
In corners of archways and on benches on Bridge
Lie newspapered, wine-softened tramps
Pushed on by policemen, queuing for some
Evading the world's outstretched claw
One thing they share with the jewelled ghost troupe
Both searching for some kind of love
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Gargoyles chewing on dead cigars
Stack chips in crystal palms
Sequinned starlets bend their breasts
Until the single finger calls
Rhinestone strippers strut and feel to La Cachanille's stockade
The gangster rouses crude applause at the punters' fun parade
All worshipping the jaws of night where the pipers never fade
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Champagne freaks in denim shirts
Snort energy in spoons
Their fingerless ask zodiac signs
But their eyes sing lonely tunes
It's four o'clock, the wine is flat, the coffee is long gone cold
The rustlers grin their lassie specks and they drive away blindfolded
The hollow dreams of night
Turn grey, dissolve, dissolve, dissolve
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These dervish dance on the cold wind of dawn
Whisper the curtain lifts day
News vans and lorries with oranges roar
From Fleet Street to Ealing Broadway
The first bus with charladies stops in the Strand
Where mill fans and post fans cruise by
At Euston, commuters, jugglers and striped suiters
Are gossiping and whistling, part losing, part winning
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