Mandolay

There’s a spanish disco in a town not far from france
Known throughout the continent where people love to dance
There’s a dark-skinned lady there
Whose legs have brought her fame
She dances in the center ring, and the people call her name

Mandolay, say hey
Say mandolay
Say hey
Say mandolay

All the men they know her
Or at least they think they do
She knows she can have them all
She thinks all men are fools
So she winks and smiles at them and brings them to their knees
Leaves them with their fantasies, but the people never see

Mandolay, say hey
Say mandolay
Say hey
Say mandolay

She can make men happy
But she’ll never let them know
Mandolay, she’s much too cool to let her feelings show
So she’ll tease them with her moves,
Confuse them with her mind
Make love to everyone of them,
But only with her eyes

Artist: La Flavour

The Rhythm

Rhythm is both the song’s maniacal and its demonic charge
It is the original breath
It is the whisper of unremitting demand
What do you still want to be? said of the singer
What do you think you can still draw from my lips?

The rhythm

How your singer’s blood is incensed at the depth of sound

The rhythm

Exact presence that no fantasy can represent
Purveyor of the old secret
Alive with the blood that boils again
Is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart
Lacerations echo in the mouths open, erotic sky
where dance together the lost trenches of rhythm
and an imploring immobility

The rhythm

Artist: Magna Canta