A dozen drops fall from your face Shaking the rain in a quiet place Shining clean a fresh new day Wakes up the world in a fragrant bouquet Listen to
Fordítás: Jandek. John dobol.
A diamond necklace played the pawn Hand in hand some drummed along, oh To a handsome man and baton (Michael, Michael) A blind class aristocracy Back
you feel it I can feel it heah So can you feel the beat with the base drum Doing it doing in your feet hear the car drum Tapping in your ear yeah
like a soda watch the can fall off i can kill yall and yall boss shotguns handguns louder than a band drum you fuckin with the drum major let me play
same cup, They drink I'm doin' time, how long I don't know. William had 26, blew his brains out, now look at him. John had only one, watch the
will die now so millions can smile later This ain't the Rockford Files nigga, they stockpile data for satellites Where you discuss who's style is greater In this killing pool you playing
, who likes to party Like Slick Rick the Ruler, I'm cooler than a ice brick Got soul like those Afro picks, with the black fist And leave a crowd drippin' like John
m no joker But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep
a vet, say my name next to hall of fame Hurtin' third string players, first day in the game It's on, son, the killa bee swarm come Make the world shake with one continuous drum
The diamond necklace played the pawn Hand in hand some drummed along, oh To a handsome man and baton A blind class aristocracy Back through the opera
now You've been randomly selected to be searched Can I get any volunteers? You must remove your shoes We gon' get funky, on the drums, John Blackwell
and I play the drums. Paul: Eh, oh, I'm Paul and I play the, eh, eh, bass. George: I'm George and I play the guitar. John: I'm John and I, too, play
two?" What? "Oh man I love your group." it's not a group "Which one are you?" What are you talking man, I'm just one dude! "What instrument do you play Drums
Station was empty Trains were all gone I reached in my pocket Waited for dawn The clock played drums And I hummed the sax And the wind whistled down
Where we met aboard a ferry bound for five days of folk heaven Siobahn and John start jiggin, push and pulls from box and bow And Peter reaches for his drum
got a job in a band called Black 47 I was doin' nothin' special after 11 Oh we learned some tunes and wrote some songs And we bought ourselves a drum
that you taste this like a Swedish dish. It's the L-A-R-S, H-O double-R I-S... and I represent CV, and yes I must confess: I'm back 2003 and the snare drum