Invitations coming on the telephone
From the concrete jungle, from a distant zone
So we talk it over and decide to go
There are children crying on the radio
They were people dancing on a night clear
There were crying babies, there were morning tears
When I heard you mama I began to feel
Irritation tearing at my souvenirs
Nightshift
Nightshift
Invitations coming on the telephone
From another station in a different zone
In the silent evening you are ready to go
There are children crying on the radio
Well the people come and then the people go
And their face is melting on the video
When I stared at you the wind began to blow
And you never found what you were looking for
Nightshift
Nightshift
Children crying on the radio (x3)
Radio, radio, radio, radio…
Nightshift
Nightshift
This makes me so melancholy in a way that I can't explain. I feel this sadness for the singer, because his voice is so haunting and he appears so withdrawn in the video. I really like it, but it has a habit of gripping my emotions.
The year, 1981. I remember hearing it for the first time on the John Peel show. He didn't talk over it, and at the end said the name of the band, the song title, the record label(Factory) and the code number. I promptly ordered it from Andys Records the next day! Now that's what I call a DJ........