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music of a drummer standing tall through the cloud of differences |
just something i wrote.... it might seem a little weird or silly or at least not very good, but what can i say, i try ;) btw its wrote from the perspective of the drummer in a rock band nervous creeps in your fingers they told you with a shun you can't be a star! your only five foot one the differences they pointed out they haunt you to this day the girl is into drums? they said nuhuh, no way nobodys there for you but yourself you started to think but hold on tight dear, before your cheeks turn pink look to the boys, they're there for you they know what you can be they're cheering for you in the crowd close your eyes and you will see your eyes start closed reevaluate your surroundings take a deep breath, and let your heart keep pounding open up your hesitation crumble it in bravery prepare for cares to meet the air as your body relinquishes in savory start off the rhythm with the legendary clicks one-two-three-four soon be one with the sticks wait for the guitar, the leader of the band then the strings start strumming its your turn to make a stand like a second sister or instinct by your word arms are flying round and round like an invisible bird the road of few many take standing by your side those crazy enough to stand by you in your band with little pride in those few moments to think with limbs all on their own the hours and hours spent practicing have really helpful shown think of your friends the ones held most dear? or of your boyfriend in the crowd front seat, so very near family loving every move you took to get this far but no, perhaps the drum lessons that once made you a star? never never you tell yourself how to think back to that self when you, a young lassie back at a piano, what a start were struggling with the keys to hold them on your part from the very very beginning never had you thought youd go through jr and high school how did you make this shot? loving drumsticks as a sister no, more as a twin making the way through school always would you win the boys think oh, shes a girl can she make it? not even a whirl but you stand up mighty tall unlike the girl they saw stronger, bolder, braver appreciation is your law now you've hit the solo your mind wanders back to beat flashing round you hear the crowd and they cant stay in their seat now you realize the end has come with your final hit the splash never done the boys of old standing cheering you on quite loyal they love you, don't you see? you showed them heat and toil Don't let that hold you down the love keeps coming, never done no matter your different any way, not even if your five foot one. people always dont see the drummer, but the drummer sees out. Such as myself, hopefully I'll be like the drummer in my poem one day. :) the guitarist is the most outgoing, the leader usually with the voice to sing, showing the others to the next phrase. the bassist is the backup kindof, the streamline that balances high pitch from low. the pianist or instrumentalist adds the flavor like in a meal to give different colors of sound. but the drummer....they have to keep the beat and hold the whole song together. so you out there that say drumming is easy, all you do is hit stuff.....i got a bit to say to you. Lol. Every drummer plays differently, with a different feel. I cant explain it. your one with the sticks and drums, yet you do four or more different things at one time. without the drummer there is no band! written 7-10-08 age 14 |