Those drums! They drive me mad!
Don’t you hear them, see them!? Feel them…..Don’t you smell them!?
Those drums ah they hurt! They break my bones and bow my back…. Oh those drums!
They used to only play occasionally…they used to far…yes far away where I couldn’t be hurt where they couldn’t touch me.
Those drums yes oh yes those drums.
When I was a child those blue skies, those soft pastures….no drums touched me no, no they didn’t.
But then slowly oh so slowly that sound, that desperate, methodical sound crept into my heart! It had always been rooted in my mind! But now it marches through my heart!
I hear them now leading me, that doll drum that they send forth, that echoes in my mind! That locks my heart into that deep bass rhythm!
In everything I do they are there now! I thought I would escape them when I heard them coming. No said I! Not the drums in my heart, not the drums pounding in my brains!
When I work it’s not for me! It’s not for her or them! Its for those drums. Those drums make me do it not him, those drums make me do it not I. That rhythm, that captivating, fate binding, poverty soaked drums! They bend my back, without need, without my want! They just do….to that rhythm hey keep bellowing out every morn I go in, every punch I make on that time card those drums!
Those drums, oh my those drums. Hahaha oh how those composers, those instructors and professors play them so sweetly! They make soft little tunes on those drums, I almost fell asleep to them….Oh God I almost fell asleep to them!
Dum, de, tee,dum
She doesn’t pound those drums, oh no she doesn’t. Do they!? But she doesn’t, my brena, she muffles those sounds by those around her they pound those drums. Those rhythms that expect me to jump like this and jump when told! Ha! Those drums are almost ridiculous, almost not worth hearing but then you realize your ears are bleeding.
Why do I hear you know drums in every way I turn?
Oh now its these drums, those drums that play that man…sams the man….his tune, his rhythm, those war drums. The rhythm of the war drums! These drums I mock! These drums I know how to fight! These drums are what I was born to destroy…before they destroy me? These drums ask me to throw away my life, they try to break my bones, they try to reason with that sweet sickening rhythm of the war drums. See I know the secret to these black drums that white piano la la lalala laaa la la la. It clears the noise of the rhythm of the war drums.
Those Goddamn drums!
Dum,de,tee,dum,dool,de,dum,tee,doll,te,te,dom dollll. I wish I knew how to get rid of all these drums,to be able to play my fiddle. Dum,de,tee,dool,tee,te,te she has those drums playing too! De dum. Does she know the way? Dom dun,te dummm, dollll or is she just like me? Dom de till te dom I think dum de so.

