Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Music that moves…


I'm not musical. I don't even particularly like listening to much 
music. So this week we were asked to write about a piece of
music that means something to us. The first thing that sprung to mind
was my son's band- Deadwing. 

This is a tribute to how much their music moves me....


Music that moves…

All this banging hurts my head,
Rhythmic thumping I’ve come to dread.
Oh, what possessed me to give in?
Now I’m never free from this din.
                    
He begged and pleaded,
Said he needed
A set of drums.

My son, the drummer drums,
With his fingers on his tum.

While sitting at the kitchen table,
With both hands he is able
To beat out a rhythm he hears inside.
I really should be filled with pride.

If only the singing didn’t sound like a yell
With lyrics from the pit of hell.

My son the drummer drums,
With his fingers on his tum.

Oh, what is this dreadful noise?
Here comes the first born of my boys.

My son, he plays bass,
Those in the know, say he’s ace

Hearing them practice is more than I can stand
Night after night- now they’ve formed a rock band
With singing and wailing so very loud
And lots of pretty girls in the crowd.

My son, he plays bass,
Those in the know, say he’s ace

Oh, their music moves me so,
I should be a supportive mother, I know.
I wish it would move them too, I groan,
For it is time they both left home! 

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