Songwriter: John Capek Derek Pellicci
Producer: John Boylan
The music from the radio, glowing in the dark
Echoed round his head, before it settled in his heart
The words were not important if the melody was right
That radio could burn, burn, burn, all through the night
The people are gonna rise up to their feet
When they hear the rhythm king
They're gonna get so caught up in the beat
They'll forget about everything
He can take them places where their hеarts have never been
No onе else can swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah
Like the rhythm king
High above Manhattan, in a satin finished room
He searches through an unmade bed, and finds a perfect fool
He can redesign the present, but he cannot hide his fears
The mirror won't disguise the lines, from all the wasted years
The people are gonna rise up to their feet
When they hear the rhythm king
They're gonna get so caught up in the beat
They'll forget about everything
He can take them places where their hearts have never been
No one else can swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah
Like the rhythm king
So many listen, come to hear the thunder roar
Now that he's the meantime, they keep calling out for more
He plays away his feelings, then he moves to overdrive
The crowd are his disciples, and he needs them to survive
They're keeping him alive
The people are gonna rise up to their feet
When they hear the rhythm king
They're gonna get so caught up in the beat
They'll forget about everything
He can take them places where their hearts have never been
No one else can swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah
Like the rhythm king
Echoed round his head, before it settled in his heart
The words were not important if the melody was right
That radio could burn, burn, burn, all through the night
The people are gonna rise up to their feet
When they hear the rhythm king
They're gonna get so caught up in the beat
They'll forget about everything
He can take them places where their hеarts have never been
No onе else can swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah
Like the rhythm king
High above Manhattan, in a satin finished room
He searches through an unmade bed, and finds a perfect fool
He can redesign the present, but he cannot hide his fears
The mirror won't disguise the lines, from all the wasted years
The people are gonna rise up to their feet
When they hear the rhythm king
They're gonna get so caught up in the beat
They'll forget about everything
He can take them places where their hearts have never been
No one else can swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah
Like the rhythm king
So many listen, come to hear the thunder roar
Now that he's the meantime, they keep calling out for more
He plays away his feelings, then he moves to overdrive
The crowd are his disciples, and he needs them to survive
They're keeping him alive
The people are gonna rise up to their feet
When they hear the rhythm king
They're gonna get so caught up in the beat
They'll forget about everything
He can take them places where their hearts have never been
No one else can swing like the rhythm king, oh yeah
Like the rhythm king
more tracks from the album
From the album
- Monsoon (1988)
Little River Band popular songs
- Reminiscing
- Lady
- Cool Change
- Lonesome Loser
- Man on the Run
- Look in Your Eyes
- Cuts Like a Diamond
- What If You’re Wrong
- One Day
- Baby Come Back
- Statue of Liberty
- Forever Blue
- Every Time I Turn Around
- So Many Paths
- Through Her Eyes
- The Drifter
- Days On The Road
- Middle Man
- Seine City
- Hard Life
- Witchery
- Reappear
- Guiding Light
- Soul Searching