[00:00.00] 作词 : Trevor Horn/Simon Darlow/Bruce Martin Woolley/Stephen Lipson
[00:00.19] 作曲 : Trevor Horn/Simon Darlow/Bruce Martin Woolley/Stephen Lipson
[00:00.39]{Rhythm is both the song's maniacal and it's demonic charge
[00:04.29]It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand
[00:09.06]What do you still want to be said the singer?
[00:11.52]What do you think you can still draw from my lips?}
[00:15.15]{Exact presence that no fantasy can represent
[00:17.94]Purveyor of the old secret
[00:19.47]Alive with the blood that boils again
[00:21.93]And is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart}
[00:26.28]{How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound
[00:29.37]Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together
[00:33.33]The lost trenches of rhythm and an imploring immobility
[00:36.18]Ladies and gentlemen Miss Grace Jones, Jones the Rhythm}
[02:18.96]Slave, slave
[02:19.26]Slave to the rhythm, dance to the rhythm
[02:44.10]Axe to wood in ancient times, man machine production line
[03:08.58]The fire burns with heart beats strong
[03:25.98]Sing out loud 'The Chain Gang' song
[03:32.13]Never stop the action
[03:39.81]Keep it up, keep it up
[03:40.23]Never stop the action
[03:47.31]Keep it up, keep it up
[03:47.76]Slave to the rhythm
[03:50.85]Dance to the rhythm
[03:54.54]The rhythm master, never stop
[04:15.45]Never stop the action
[04:18.54]Keep it up
[04:18.75]Never stop the action
[04:35.34]Keep it up, keep it up
[04:35.79]Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm
[04:40.14]Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm
[05:06.36]Slave to the rhythm
[05:54.66]Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm
[06:02.04]Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm
[06:18.03]To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm
[06:19.83]Slave
[06:20.01]To the rhythm
[06:20.61]To the rhythm
[06:21.12]To the rhythm
[06:21.60]{Grace, Oh that's weird}

作词 : Trevor Horn/Simon Darlow/Bruce Martin Woolley/Stephen Lipson
作曲 : Trevor Horn/Simon Darlow/Bruce Martin Woolley/Stephen Lipson
{Rhythm is both the song's maniacal and it's demonic charge
It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand
What do you still want to be said the singer?
What do you think you can still draw from my lips?}
{Exact presence that no fantasy can represent
Purveyor of the old 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 trenches of rhythm and an imploring immobility
Ladies and gentlemen Miss Grace Jones, Jones the Rhythm}
Slave, slave
Slave to the rhythm, dance to the rhythm
Axe to wood in ancient times, man machine production line
The fire burns with heart beats 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, never stop
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
To the rhythm
To the rhythm
To the rhythm
{Grace, Oh that's weird}