Eric Steffensen
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3/20/2009 4:17:39 AM
The World is My Imaginary Drumset
On pots and on pans,
on ceilings, floors, guitars, boxes and walls
With chopsticks and hands
I intently craft my rhythm for the world
And I'll blow your mind
Making beats from everything I find
But I don't need anything
I'll drum on me, on my body
Until I bleed or make you scream
I'll drum on me
There's a pop in the speaker
When I up the volume on my stereo
Resulting from pounding
While drumming along to the radio
It blows my mind
Obsessively I'm drumming all the time
And I don't need anything
I'll drum on me, on my body
Until I bleed or make you scream
I'll drum on me
Until the end of time
I'll be fighting with the rhythm in my mind
On cymbals and tom-toms
With snare and kick I surely cannot play
The dumb look on my face
Says I'll figure out how to another day
Does it blow your mind
I cannot play real drums to save my life?
But I don't need your sympathy
'cause I can drum on anything
And I won't bleed or make you scream
I'll drum on me
Copyright 2009 Eric Steffensen
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