steve April vocal, guitar, tamborine (melody, lyrics)
mark stein harmonies, lead guitar, piano, bass, percussion
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diversity wrapped in an enigma, under an ever lovin' night...
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About The Night
laughin' faces, crowded rooms,
I followed her and her cheap perfume,
chain smokers, boys talkin' tough,
they treat their girls alittle rough
until they put on their kid gloves
under a full moon lookin' for love,
thank you dear lord above for our daily bread
with all our might,
for starting, starting a song about the night.
you may dream of magic mountain,
skippin' , hoppin' in a fountain
sleep in society's bed, if short,
keep your sense of humor sport,
orphans walking down the rr track,
open up the window crack
lost souls come streaming back
singin' hit the road jack,'
and shine a white light,
starin' in, starin' in a song about the night.
about the night, about the night
ooh tellin' ya about the night.
the foreman rings the 'over' bell
hardworkin' men and women break from hell,
not hell really, but the factory floor,
tho we buy cars we adore,
but when we got the flu it seems
hell for sure in your dreams,
fiery furnace behind red lights,
so far from, far from a song about the night.
about the night, about the night ooh yeah yeah,
about the night, about the night, about the night,
good night, sleep tight, ladies good night, good night...
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