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The Last Drums by Steve Collins
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The Last Drums
We've got to find the right beat
mijo, mija, my brothers, my friends, homeboys and girls;
now place your hand onto your own bosoms,
and feel the rhythms of your own hearts;
This is where the sound of the drum comes from!
This is life dancing and free!
And as long as these drums still beat,
there's a chance for you and me,
to come together...
The last drums were not in Africa.
Drums still beat today.
Now place your hand onto your bosom,
and let this beat carry you away.
Maybe we could beat our drums together,
this is how the greatest bands play,
and perhaps our combined melodies
will save us from this day
of militias filled with hate,
and rising wars on the break,
and ghetto brothas and sistas, filled with anger,
swearing we'll no longer wait!
Now place your hand onto your bosom,
and as long as a pulse is still alive,
we have a chance to come together,
and get our beats realigned!
We've got to find the right beat!
Now won't you stand to your feet!
N' place your hand upon your heart,
and pledge 'legience to love and peace!
Let's beat our drums together!
That's how the greatest bands play!
And I know our drums' combined beats,
will save the day!
The last drums were not in Africa!
No! Drums still beat today!
Now, place your hand onto your heart,
and let this carry you away!
This is where the sound of the drum comes from!
This is life dancing and free!
And as long as these drums still beat,
there's a chance that you and me,
can come together...
before the last drums.
Steve Collins
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