Syncopated City Revisited - London Elektricity

In my head a beating drum

Deep down inside the day will come

When I can sing these words to you

It’s the least that I can do

In my school the freaky one

My hands were sore, my fingers numb

From making rhythms on my desk

My heart was banging in my chest

So it came to pass my beats

Were broken by the other kids

They make stronger, make me deeper,

So my path is getting steeper

I love my syncopated city

This is my fascinating rhythm

I need my syncopated city

I love my mindless repetition

At the table, fingers tapping

Wish that I could stop this happening

In the morning, in the evening

While I’m working, while I’m sleeping

In the street with people watching

I can’t stop myself from jumping

If I smile and look convincing

Maybe they will think…

I’m dancing

I love my syncopated city

This is my fascinating rhythm

I need my syncopated city

I love my sense of dislocation

I love

I love

I love

If it wasn’t for music I would give it all away

I need the syncopation

I need the modulation

I need the real soul music

I need that unexpected twist and turn.