Syncopated City Revisited

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