The next verse in the thirty song challenge is …
A song that you can dance to
To which I immediately think:
We can dance if we want to; we can leave your friends behind.
Because your friends don’t dance, and if you don’t dance you’re no friend of mine.
Seriously. That’s what I think. I literally just think the lyrics to Safety Dance.
Because if you can dance, you can dance to any song you like. And as soon as I start to think that, the lyrics are pretty much underway.
Only one problem. I chose Safety Dance last time I did this thirty-song-thingamajig. So I need something else.
There’s the titular one. Except that my main memory of wanting to dance to it was people resolutely refusing to do so when I decided to add it to the list of songs being played at a party that everybody was dancing at. So fuck that. The people in residence in first year had no Bowie appreciation. The fuckers.
Which brings us to university. And dancing. And the song that would get even the most resolute non-dancer off their ass and on to the dance floor.