Midnight Passenger - Common Rider

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