Brian Brooks - Hold On to the Night
	lyrics
It was late in the midsummer heat On the simmering sidewalk of a New York street All the midnight movers and the would-be stars Drinking mad bad moonlight in the voodoo bars And though they try to slow them down The hands keep moving round They're just spoiling for a fight To hold on to the night Couldn't wait for the sultry beat Of a rock and roll sideshow and a poker cheat All the street light walkers in the nightclub wars And the lunatic talkers with the doorway whores And though they try to slow them down The hands keep moving round They're just spoiling for a fight To hold on to the night Jail bait dressed up to the teeth And the pickpocket paupers sliding beneath All the kerbside crawlers of a big city night And the maniac marauders all high as a kite And though we try to slow it down The world keeps spinning round We're just spoiling for a fight To hold on to the night