come comin' a join in this party The riddim of the music make me feelin' irie Hey now it doesn't matter where you comin' from a' Dancin to the riddim of the feelin' of the drumma
Whereas break beats have been the missing link Connecting the Diasporic community to its drum woven past Whereas the quantized drum has allowed the whirling
son, mom 'Cos Vietnam was sorta like a high school prom Prepared to take this destruction Governments got in construction Your life will be worth less
Baby's gone He walked out on you Seven years have come and gone All that time for you And now both our hearts must beat the drum To a different tune
Lounge And the crowd was growing thin It was me and two drunk salesman And a waitress named Corine He wasn't much to look at Drum machine and a
die here beside you in see-through obscurity governess, fancy less, we'll sound the alarm and drum up some simpleton for you to eat these apples from
ready to work it out? 'Cuz Salt-N-Pepa is ready to work it out So let the rhythm run, the rhythm run Now let the drums run, the drums run So let the
many cases The Greek weekend speech I speak From a lesson learned in Virginia I don't smile in the line of fire I go wildin' but it's on bass and drums
would be painless Can't be mad at the world 'cuz you and your girl ain't famous 'Cuz you both on bait, BBC and chain less Also your range less, therefore
'm the one you roll with when your ride is smart The change that came, the change that comes I change with chords and I kick it with drums Get blow with
Drums please, summer, summer, summertime Time to sit back and unwind Here it is, the groove slightly transformed Just a bit of a break from the norm
rock right now) say what now(I wanna rock right now) say what now(I wanna rock right now) say what now(I wanna rock right now) where the drummer at(I
stagger meets the high stride of the youth Searchin? for the truth They rebel and raise hell across alleyways And in classroom settings They get high off that drum
'78 I wake up handcuffed but I?m doing it my way Stop, listen, what's that sound? That's the sound of a revolution, the underground That's the sound of my heartbeat, war drums
know what I knew before But now I know I wanna win the war No one likes to take a test Sometimes you know more is less Put your weight against the door Kick drum
' of L.O.V.E Baby blue, B A B Y B L U E Have you spellin' you my name in yo sleep I beat that drum like the energizer bunny Keep goin' and goin', goin
the drummer and I'm gonna listen to the bass I listen to the rhythm, make you wanna be your best I listen to the drummer and I'm gonna listen to the bass
Here is the store house of Her Majesty Well guarded by sentry but looks are free Call this the ray-less and benighted age Witches by tallow candles shifted