guns to bear I was always there, right on the job They used to tell me I was building a dream With peace and glory ahead Why should I be standing in line
don't care Forcing circles into squares You can spend precious time Marching in your perfect line But I don't hear that drum I'm looking for something
where we go off the map Out past the power lines Up that little side road without a sign Hidden from the mainstream The keepers of the ancient future Keepers of the drum
a bird Chicken heads on the prowl, who you trying fuck now Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down I need my drums bass
Can't you hear those cavalry drums Hijacking your equilibrium Midnight hags in the mausoleum Where the pixilated doctors moan Carnivores in the Cowloon
sitting here tryna find a way to forget somehow 'Cause I'm feeling like you cut me too deep Gotta blame myself 'cause I told you lay it on the line
but nobody hears me Is we all gon' fall in misery? It's so serious, it bring tears to me Ears to the street, like a drum to the beat Creepin' up my
Holloway Jr. - bass D. J. Clark - drums. Recorded Atlanta, GA. Oct. 16, 1951 Original issue Victor 20-4582/E1VB3773 Man on the line Play the game,
hit the ground runnin' for the county line 'Cause the band was crankin' up about that time We never missed a beat of that rock 'n roll drum It was paradise
But only if you cross that line Don't cross that line Hopin' that you don't cross that line Don't cross that line Baby, don't cross that line When
but nobody can help you now Let me see you try to live without me Now where's your heart beat Flat line on the EKG Flat line on the EKG
to my life and doubt got subtracted Wanna skip ya mind from crying better learn something, son You be beatin' on my couches, why don't you try hit the drums
out when we stopped talking Found myself in the corner drinking but the problem just won't go I distract myself with music but my ear drums just refused
to solve again Dude that broke in my crib - it wasn't involvin him Four in the mornin, my phone ringin I'm thinkin, "Who da fuck is this," on the other line
Life is timeless, days are long when you're young You used to fall in love with everyone Any guitar and any bass drum Life is a drink and you get drunk
Stand Under The Clouds Tryna Catch You If I Can And If That Goes As Planned Then Safely You Should Land We Will Hold Hands And Dance To The Beat Drums
ima Save it Evil Scientist Come & See What i Created A Fresh New Style , A Fresh New Look i Throw The Fishin Line , Now i Gotcha Hooked You Know This
inside, your light has died But all you need is a kiss of life Rub that line out of the sky I can feel the night crawl A broken drum and tambourine Rub that line