Listening to the radio again whilst at work cleaning offices. Grace Jones’ Slave to the Rhythm is playing. Another song about rhythm of life. We want to be active participants in the rhythm of our life rather than a slave to it. This early stage of research is about noticing. Then after the noticing comes the action.
I had a grandfather on my father's side
He's ninety-five years old
His great-grandfather came from Nigeria, from the Igbo tribe
I don't look like my mother and I don't look like my father
I look exactly like my grandfather
And I act like him
Do you act all the time?
Not all the time, no
You work all day and men you know
The wheels must turn to keep the flow
Oh, oh, oh
Build on up, don't break the chain
Sparks will fly, when the whistle blows
Oh, oh
Slave to the rhythm
Oh, oh
Slave to the rhythm
Work to the rhythm, uh-huh
You build on up, don't break the chain
Sparks will fly, when the whistle blows
Fire burns, heart beats strong
Sing out loud, the chain gang song
Oh, oh
Slave to the rhythm
Oh, oh
Slave to the rhythm
Oh, oh
Slave to the rhythm
Oh, oh
Slave to the rhythm
Never stop the action
Oh, never stop the action
Never stop the action
Keep it up, keep it up
Never stop the action
Slave to the rhythm
Keep it up, keep it up
Never stop, never stop
Keep it up
Work to the rhythm
Slave to the rhythm
Live to the rhythm
Love to the rhythm
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Trevor Horn / Bruce Woolley / Stephen Lipson / Simon Darlow
Slave to the Rhythm lyrics © Unforgettable Songs, Sony/atv Music Publishing Allegro (uk), Unforgettable Songs Ltd., Perfect Songs Ltd
