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"Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want from me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm."
Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work...to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Oh that's weird... Paul Cooke: "Grace Jones, welcome" Grace Jones: "Thank you Paul. And if you’re wondering what’s wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So…" Paul Cooke: "Now obviously you’re in the Bond movie." |
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| 6:26 |
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Jean-Paul Goude: "She's born in Jamaica, raised in America.. and she was really an American girl, I mean, with Jamaican parents."
Uh, baby.. Uh-huh Keep it up, keep it up Keep it up Slave to the rhythm Uh baby To the rhythm Don't cry Your life is the rhythm You work to the rhythm You slave To the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh To the rhythm Uh, baby To the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh To the rhythm You slave to the rhythm To the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh To the rhythm, to the rhythm To the rhythm, to the rhythm To the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh To the rhythm Work all day as men who know Work all day to keep the flow To the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh To the rhythm To keep the flow To the rhythm, to the rhythm, uh To the rhythm Build on up Don't break the chain Sparks will fly Keep it up, keep it up See, never stop the action Keep it up Jean-Paul Goude: "I mean all black people were just, you know ‘do it to me, sock it to me’ and all that stuff, and there she was, you know, singing ‘La Vie en Rose’ in French. It was great, you know. So I thought what a wonderful, erm, perspective. No I never saw her at a fashion show." |
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Paul Morley: "I first got introduced to your music with a song called 'La Vie En Rose'"
Grace Jones: "Oh, you're kidding. That's my first album." Paul Morley: "That was great!" Grace Jones: "Uh huh!" Paul Morley: "Is that a special song to you?" Grace Jones: "That's a very special song to me. Oh God, I cry every time I sing it." Paul Morley: "Yeah." Grace Jones: "It's that special -" Paul Morley: "What's it mean to you?" Grace Jones: "Well it means, uh, a lot of romance, and um.. I had quite a few French lovers, you know, so every time I sing it I think about them." Paul Morley: "So lots of fond memories, then?" Grace Jones: "I'm - Yes - " SLAVE Work to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm SLAVE Work to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm SLAVE Work to the rhythm Annihilating the rhythm Annihilating the rhythm Annihilating the rhythm Slave to the rhythm Slave to the rhythm Slave to the rhythm Slave to the rhythm Slave to the rhythm Slave to the rhythm SLAVE Slave to the rhythm Dan- dan- dan- dan- dance to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Dance to the- dance to the- dance to the- Work to the- work to the- work to the- Work to the rhythm Annihilating the rhythm SLAVE Dance to the rhythm Work to the rhythm Slave to the rhythm Annihilate the rhythm |
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| 6:35 |
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Work all day as men who know
Wheels must turn to keep the flow Build on up, don't break the chain, Sparks will fly when the whistle blows Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Work to the rhythm Live to the rhythm Love to the rhythm Slave to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, power lines Fires burn, hearts beat strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Breathe to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Work to the rhythm Live to the rhythm Love to the rhythm Slave to the rhythm |
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| 4:58 |
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Bridge just south of town
They've been working on it for years now Just about finish up 'fore it occurs to anyone They built that damn thing just about a foot off the ground Way way higher than the road around So if you happen down that highway, 'specially at night Hit the bridge at fifty-five Feel like you might just take flight And every time the crossing comes as a surprise See my flying I've found quiet in this room Down by where the trains run I've learned to hear the rumble, long before it comes And the things I'm working on Are invisible to everyone Something 'bout an empty hip or the angle of the sun Every time the crossing comes as a surprise See me flying Maybe these stitches in my throat Have just about dissolved Like the sad moan of the drunkard walking home from the bar I hear the thin song of the fire house when they sound the alarm I hear the church bells on Sunday... ringing out Used to be a town of dirt and horses Now it's all liquor and cars There's still a whole lot of nothing up between those stars Take the dog out for a walk On the Episcopal church lawn My God we're still tryin' to find a way To get ourselves beyond And every time the crossing comes as a surprise See me flying |
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