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The pounding of the drum at the end of the percussion line resonates through the air. The powerful vibrations tickle my skin when standing too close, The steady bam, bam, bam echoes through the quiet room.
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum I bang away on my blue and chrome bass drum, Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Whilst I fill in the gaps With shimmering alloys of brass
Nothing in the world quite pleases the ear, Like the sweet, mesmeric music that we hear. The way it leaves the spirit lightened and the soul satisfied, Or even touches the heart enough to bring tears to the eye.