Do they know what came first- the Rhythm or the Blues? Well I learned to walk before I learned to talk, so I guess I learned to stomp before I learned to shout.
So then the first instrument was a drum and not the voice?
Was it more from breathing or beating?
you got the drum all wrong, though. The beat is innocent its like a circle. it's pure. the blues shoes up when you try to make things go places that probably don't even exist.
Fire was peaceful before people started using it to burn each others' roofs down, and melt people's faces off, and roast sinners on sticks. Before it was just to cook dinner. And fire was so polite it even made sure to lick its lips without making any noise really. And it would always go to bed.
Water sounds peaceful but only if you haven't ever seen a person drown.
But does rhythm know blues? Rhythm just wants to go, it doesn't have eyes to know here or know there. Rhythm doesn't ask, "Where?"
Ask blues about directions; Blues always worries about where it's going and where it's been.
Ask the mallet about the timpani. They're not friends, though. Not since Timpani got mallet thrown in jail for domestic abuse.
Well ask the big bass drum; they said you gotta hit it so it's, "felt but not heard."
did you have a soul before you had shoes?
did I have a voice before I had shoes?
like a mallet to a big bass drum
"felt but not heard"
who knows the bass drum better than the snare
that rat a tat tat
the power at my fingertips
drips
what goes up must come down
like the faucet didn't get a grip
supple wrists
the balance in just a subtle twist
makes me thirst
tere ke te
like the cracking of a whip - - - !
dha dhin dhin dha
dha dhin dhin dha
na thin thin na
dha dhin dhin dha
So then the first instrument was a drum and not the voice?
Was it more from breathing or beating?
you got the drum all wrong, though. The beat is innocent its like a circle. it's pure. the blues shoes up when you try to make things go places that probably don't even exist.
Fire was peaceful before people started using it to burn each others' roofs down, and melt people's faces off, and roast sinners on sticks. Before it was just to cook dinner. And fire was so polite it even made sure to lick its lips without making any noise really. And it would always go to bed.
Water sounds peaceful but only if you haven't ever seen a person drown.
But does rhythm know blues? Rhythm just wants to go, it doesn't have eyes to know here or know there. Rhythm doesn't ask, "Where?"
Ask blues about directions; Blues always worries about where it's going and where it's been.
Ask the mallet about the timpani. They're not friends, though. Not since Timpani got mallet thrown in jail for domestic abuse.
Well ask the big bass drum; they said you gotta hit it so it's, "felt but not heard."
did you have a soul before you had shoes?
did I have a voice before I had shoes?
like a mallet to a big bass drum
"felt but not heard"
who knows the bass drum better than the snare
that rat a tat tat
the power at my fingertips
drips
what goes up must come down
like the faucet didn't get a grip
supple wrists
the balance in just a subtle twist
makes me thirst
tere ke te
like the cracking of a whip - - - !
dha dhin dhin dha
dha dhin dhin dha
na thin thin na
dha dhin dhin dha
