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Irene Cara – Flashdance • What a Feeling

Introduction

“Flashdance • What a Feeling” by Irene Cara is an electrifying anthem that captures the exhilaration and empowerment of chasing one’s dreams. Released in 1983 as part of the soundtrack for the film “Flashdance,” the song became an instant classic and earned Cara an Academy Award for Best Original Song. Join us as we dive into the pulsating energy and inspirational lyrics of “Flashdance • What a Feeling,” and celebrate its enduring impact on music and pop culture.

Did You Know?

  • “Flashdance • What a Feeling” was co-written by Giorgio Moroder, Keith Forsey, and Irene Cara specifically for the film “Flashdance.”
  • The song topped the charts in multiple countries and became a worldwide phenomenon, earning critical acclaim and commercial success.
  • Irene Cara’s powerful vocals and the song’s infectious melody perfectly captured the spirit of determination and triumph depicted in the film.
  • “Flashdance • What a Feeling” remains a beloved anthem of self-expression and empowerment, inspiring countless individuals to pursue their passions and never give up on their dreams.

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Lyrics: Flashdance • What a Feeling

First when there’s nothing
But a slow glowing dream
That your fear seems to hide
Deep inside your mind

All alone, I have cried
Silent tears full of pride
In a world made of steel
Made of stone

Well, I hear the music
Close my eyes, feel the rhythm
Wrap around, take a hold of my heart

What a feeling
Being’s believing
I can have it all
Now I’m dancing for my life

Take your passion
And make it happen
Pictures come alive
You can dance right through your life

Now I hear the music
Close my eyes, I am rhythm
In a flash, it takes hold of my heart

What a feeling, being’s believing
I can have it all
Now I’m dancing for my life

Take your passion
And make it happen
Pictures come alive
Now I’m dancing through my life

What a feeling

What a feeling (I am music now)
Being’s believing (I am rhythm now)
Pictures come alive
You can dance right through your life

What a feeling (I can really have it all)
What a feeling
(Pictures come alive when I call)
I can have it all (I can really have it all)

Have it all (pictures come alive when I call)
(Call, call ,call, call, what a feeling)
I can have it all (being’s believing)
Being’s believing (take your passion)
(Make it happen) Make it happen
(What a feeling) What a feeling

 

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