paroles de chanson The Black Hit of Space - The Human League
Been
out
all
night,
I
needed
a
bite,
I
thought
I'd
put
a
record
on
I
reached
for
the
one
with
the
ultra-modern
label,
and
wondered
where
the
light
had
gone
It
had
a
futuristic
cover,
lifted
straight
from
Buck
Rogers
The
record
was
so
black
it
had
to
be
a
con
The
autochanger
switched
as
I
filled
my
sandwich
And
futuristic
sounds
warbled
off
and
on
The
black
hit
of
space
It's
the
one
without
a
face
It's
the
one
that
doesn't
fit
You
can
only
see
the
flip
The
black
hit
of
space
Sucking
in
the
human
race
How
can
it
stay
at
the
top
When
it's
swallowed
all
the
shops
As
the
song
climbed
the
charts,
the
others
disappeared
Til
there
was
nothing
but
it
left
to
buy
It
got
to
number
one,
then
into
minus
figures
Though
nobody
could
understand
why
The
black
hit
of
space
It's
the
one
without
a
face
It's
the
one
that
doesn't
fit
You
can
only
see
the
flip
The
black
hit
of
space
Sucking
in
the
human
race
How
can
it
stay
at
the
top
When
it's
swallowed
all
the
shops
I
couldn't
stand
this
bland
sound
any
more
so
I
walked
towards
my
deck
to
turn
it
off
All
I
could
see
was
the
B-side
of
the
disc
which
had
assumed
a
doughnut
shape
with
the
label
on
the
outside
rim
I
reached
for
the
arm
which
was
less
than
one
micron
long
but
weighed
more
than
Saturn
and
time
stood
still
I
knew
I
had
to
escape
but
every
time
I
tried
to
flee,
the
record
was
in
front
of
me
The
black
hit
of
space
Get
James
Burke
on
the
case
It's
the
hit
that's
never
gone
Time
stops
when
you
put
it...(on)
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