Ode to Percussion

Darth Beaver

When all is unmeasured
In a tempo without reason
Lost is the measure
Lost is the beat

Then along comes a hero
Armed with two sticks
Gongs, toms, snares, and cymbals
Gone goes the chaos replaced by order
All at his bidding as he drums his same song
Righting the wrongs as he bears his burdens
Till all is ordered to his visions of temple

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When all is unmeasured
In a tempo without treason
Lost is the measure
Lost is the beat

Then along comes a an hero
Armed with two dicks
Gongs, toms, snares, and camels
Gone goes the chaos replaced by solder
All at his bidding as he cums his turbans
Till all is ordered to his visions of temple