I Am Drumstein

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Rheostatics - Pop

I Am Drumstein

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Dave Bidini I'll push them around, black dots on a page. Relay that together Impossible tools, taught badly at school. The children would stay Was a humpbacked whale, was a leopard with spots. I knew I was rare In Popopolis, wingophone zubicus drums I am Drumstein Scenes of music, lush. Waxing words over belt lines Two hands on ten strings, three pigeons who sing. We stand here together By wing or by fin, this melody's skin. The rhythmatic weather Crane, lily, and witch. Brain man in the fridge. Yes, everything is real Cue the violins. Brings the cellos in. Pianos twirl for all the boys and girls. Hear the choir sing. Listen to the church bells chime. That guitar is drunk. The tympanies enraged. Wingaphones, we'll play them together. Zubicus, Albanian zither. Dot and Bug just stand there and listen. Drumstein providing, you're on God's mission

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  • Dave Bidini