The rhythm of my soul
Has but one key.
Steel strings, metal reeds, drum beats.
The rhythm of my soul.
The rhythm of my soul
Was born in the cradle of life.
Dark bodies, liquid torsos, gravel voices.
The rhythm of my soul.
The rhythm of my soul
Moves in time with that of sultry blues.
Pentatonic, syncopation, electric mud.
The rhythm of my soul.
The rhythm of my soul
Awakened, moves through my entire being.
Exotic sighs, hot excitement, sensual feel.
The rhythm of my soul.
The blues own the rhythm of my soul,
Without music, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
