Tell her I'll be waiting in the usual place
With the tired and weary, and there's no escape
To need a woman, you've got to know
How the strong get weak, and the rich get poor
Slave to love, oh, oh, slave to love
You're running with me but don't touch the ground
We're the restless-hearted, not the chained and bound
The sky is burning, a sea of flame
Though your world is changing, I will be the same
Slave to love . . .
Can you help me? Oh, can you help me?
The storm is breaking, or so it seems
We're too young to reason, but too grown up to dream
Now spring is turning your face to mine
I can hear your laughter, I can see your smile
~ Bryan Ferry
I have been a Roxy Music fan since forever. It's one of those bands whose songs I never, ever get tired of hearing. (How many of those bands can you name?) And even though he has done solo work, Bryan Ferry has the same effect on me. I usually cannot discern between Bryan Ferry solo and Bryan Ferry as part of Roxy Music. "Slave to Love" appears on Ferry's sixth solo effort, Boys and Girls, released in 1985. It's one of his most popular songs.
The video to the song is crazy-sexy-steamy-sultry, so consider yourself warned. But it's got a great twist at the end . . . wait for it. I'm not sure I entirely understand the story the video is trying to tell, but it doesn't matter. I just want to hear the song. Apple Music claims that the song is "a blend of the ethereal and the licentious that exemplifies Ferry's aesthetic philosophy." Sure, okay. I just like the song.
Why? Because it's graceful and moody. Because the orchestral backup is gorgeous. Because it makes me want to dance, a little rhumba-samba-bossanova-type escape. Because it's Bryan Ferry. About the album, Apple Music says,"Melancholy pervades the songs like a deep mist, as Ferry's wobbly croon ties the melodies together like a voice in the night." Well, I'm not sure about "wobbly croon," but I'll go with the "deep mist." (And I think maybe I'll apply for a writing position at Apple Music.)
But here's the thing. We're all slaves to love, aren't we? I mean, AREN'T WE? Damn, I hope so.
I can't escape
I'm a slave to love
And I love this song.
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