"Rhythm is both the song's manical and it''s demoinc charge.
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It is the original breath , it is the whisper of unremitting demand.
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What do you still want to be said of the singer?
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What do you think you can still draw from my lips?
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Exact presence that no fantasy can represent.
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Purveyor of the old secret, alive with the blood that boils again,
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and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart.
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How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound.
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Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together,
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the lost trenches of rythm and an imploring immobility...
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Ladies and Gentlemen...Miss Grace Jones...Jones the Rhythm."
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Slave!!
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Slave to the rhythm, dance to the rhythm,
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Axe to wood in ancient times, man machine production line,
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The fire burns, with heart beats strong,
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Sing out loud, the chaing gang song.
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Never stop the action, keep it up, keep it up,
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Never stop the action, keep it up, keep it up.
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Slave to the rhythm, dance to the rhythm,
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The rhythm...master...master.
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Never stop the action, keep it up,
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Never stop the action, keep it up, keep it up.
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Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm,
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Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm.
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Slave to the rhythm,
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Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm,
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Slave to the rhythm, work...to the rhythm,
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To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm.
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Slave, slave,
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To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm.
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*Grace: Oh that's weird [laughs].*
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*Interviewer: Grace Jones, welcome.*
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*Grace: Thank you Paul [laughs], if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice I just choked on my saliva...so...[laughs].*
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*Interviewer: Now obviously, you're in the Bond movie...*
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Jones The Rhythm
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| Grace Jones |
