At this very moment, I’m listening to a song that has amazed my imagination since it was released in 1985 (and has been the subject of several nightmares), Grace Jones’ “Slave To The Rhythm.” Two points to make: one, those who want to locate the roots of my Hegelisms will find them in that song, in Grace Jones’ voice and words. Two, “Slave To The Rhythm” is the perfect song to end the working week.

Slave To The Rhythm

Work all day, as men who know,
Wheels must turn to keep, 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 time,
Man machine, power line,
Fires burn, heart beats strong,
Sing out loud, the chain gang song,

Never stop the action,
Keep it up, keep it up,
Breath to the rhythm,
Dance to the rhythm,
Work to the rhythm,
Live to the rhythm,
Love to the rhythm,
Slave to the rhythm.

Don’t cry, it’s only the rhythm.