Drums, Drums, Drums
Drums beat into the night,
Drums beat on the field,
Drums beat the funeral on.
Drums, Drums, Drums.
Drums set the pace,
Drums set the tempo,
Drums set the mood.
Drums, Drums, Drums.
Drums play the night,
Drums play the field,
Drums play the funeral on.
Drums, Drums, Drums.
Drums carry the pace,
Drums carry the tempo,
Drums carry the mood.
Drums, Drums, Drums.
Drums serenade the march,
Drums laugh the funeral,
Drums, the rhythmic cadence of life.
Drums.
Drums.
Drums.
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Musicforlife
I am a Music Education and Geology double major. I play saxophone and piano as primary instruments, and can also play a little flute, clarinet, trombone, and banjo. I am also dyslexic, and a little digraphic.
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