The Beat

You’ve indelibly stained the strings
Of my worn chest cavity.
Where once it held a beat for you;
Now there is silence in the city.
That drummer doesn’t play anymore
He’s shocked at the depravity.
The stage just sits there vacant,
His set abandoned getting dusty.

Now the audience is pissed,
The shouts are getting louder,
Mariah shoots through the rafters,
But the stool just sits…

I remember the beat was frantic,
How it pounded in my ears!
I remember the crowd was crazy,
How they screamed for years and years!
The vibrations beat my chest,
The beat rattles my bones.
The vibrations beat my chest,
That beat drives me home!

The blood sets in my veins;
Crystallized entirely.
Since the lowly drummer ran away,
Now the music doesn’t play.
Where the vibrations cleared a space,
The cancerous silence marks their face.
The mob won’t tolerate another day,
Without the hammered out bass…

Now the audience is pissed,
The shouts are getting louder,
Tess floods the covered floor,
But the stool just sits…

I remember the beat was frantic,
How it pounded in my ears!
I remember the crowd was crazy,
How they screamed for years and years!
The vibrations beat my chest,
The beat rattles my bones.
The vibrations beat my chest,
That beat drives me home!

But he walks that lonely road,
And this road will never end…
But he’s retired his drumsticks,
His shattered heart cannot mend…

Now the audience is pissed,
The shouts are getting louder,
Joe rises in the background,
But the stool just sits…

I remember the beat was frantic,
How it pounded in my ears!
I remember the crowd was crazy,
How they screamed for years and years!
The vibrations beat my chest,
The beat rattles my bones.
The vibrations beat my chest,
That beat drives me home!