Drum, drum, drum, drum beats the Steel Drum.
Drum, drum, drum, drum beats the Steel Drum in the Carribean Sun.

Steel Drums beat out the rhthym,
Steel Drums strike up the beat,
Steel drums ring out loud in the Carribean heat.

Steel drums fast and strong,
Steel drums create a vibrant song.

Steel Drums beat out the rhthym,
Steel Drums strike up the beat
Steel drums ring out loud in the Carribean heat.

Steel drums beating loud,
Steel drums, skills the locals play proud.

Steel Drums beat out the rhthym,
Steel Drums strike up the beat
Steel drums ring out loud in the Carribean heat.

Steel drums vibrant rhthym,
Steel drums send you to heaven.

Steel Drums beat out the rhthym
Steel Drums strike up the beat
Steel drums ring out loud in the Carribean heat.

Steel drums make you sing
Steel drums let you know your feeling.

Steel Drums beat out the rhthym,
Steel Drums strike up the beat
Steel drums ring out loud in the Carribean heat.

Steel drums stir up the heat,
Steel drums make you feel alive in the Carribean heat.

Drum, drum, drum, drum beats the Steel Drum,
Drum, drum, drum, drum beats the Steel Drum in the Carribean Sun.

I think we see lightening as beautiful
because it's so dangerous
nature's strike
a flash of light
surge of energy

untouchable

I want to be like lightening
free to dance in the sky
to the rhthym of the rumble
thunder crashing symbols

arms open wide, long stride
spinning falling
beautiful
but far enough to be

untouched

man, I go into a studio

usb microphone, apple laptop, electric guitar, rhthm machine

charging cord and energy drink

fuss over the equipment, left in two arms

my room is room six today, boy, I have forever to sing

I sing alternative rock, rock songs, traditional songs

it feels very good, I even call my mother

what's you favorite song?

I wish I was billy joe, yeah because he plays so well

but I am a spearhead, I am a gypsy, I am nintendo
I am Nick caves' son

I am Bob Dylan's son

I am a crooner that writes the lyrics, I am a prince with the oozing blue ropes

I write a song, like this..

rotation and rhthym, call command

and let's float through the broadband.

wakened to harsh stereos,

gloating and gushing, the current still hits the silence long after the house songs have ended

this one will between your knuckles,

and sooth, you have an aching finger

now it is moosed with jello

have you found your raspberry center?

now JOLT

You are a dream

catcher

and be the scenic

oozing faster,

and olympic athletes

will note your

Center,

now where''s your head at?  Salamander

Could be country could be blue
What in the world could I say to you
So you can hear the tunes playing
In clouds rushing and raining
From the lines here so few?

May be jazz in the airs above
Or of the earth beneath our paths of love,
Life in the meadow never smelt so sweet
As this rhthym in the wind blown as je fais suite
Following your leading me to truelove.

Could you sing a tune in May or June
Like the larks in parks that we’ll walk in soon,
For the days of peril pale with purple blooms
Lest the world stops speaking our names
And everything sounds all the same?

Yon opus of the ominous storms slows
While wishes wait for mysteriums flow
Under the cover of darker dreams and schemes
Fallen away like the seasons gleam seem
Sullen as the dew without lights glow.