The Weeping Drum

Ta pime yaah ta pime yaah bam Rata tata rata tata bam Ta pime yaah ta pimi yaah bam Tears drip from the face of the weeping drum. The drum the drum the drum Screaming and shouting Crackling and rackling Dispelling a mighty woeful sound. Ica mama ica mama rata tata rata tata bam. Thousand of them pouring in the street Following the sorrowful and painful drum beat amba picka amba picka amaba pika bam Girt up your waist and run Ban your belly and come Weeping and wailing flooding the street Mournful singers and dancers entertaining in grief While traditional women light thousand of candles To feed the souls and expel the dark forces of the devil. Ah namba ramba tata ramba tata bam Emotions run high, increasing tension in the sky Filling hearts with burden too heavy to bear Causing them to rent their garment in despair. lingo bam bam lingo bam bam lingo bam bam lingo bam The sound grew louder and louder Waking everyone out of their agonizing slumber And forcing them to congregate in village, cities and towns. They beat the drums all night, and marched around the city wall Blowing horns, chanting despondent words that it might fall. Beat the drum brother man Round up the youths to join the band Sound the drum a little louder March into the devils territory And trample Lucifer under your feet. Beat the drum brother man Beat the drum and sing a victory song Ta pime yaah ta pime yaah bam Rata tata rata tata bam Beat the drums brother man Beat the drum for Mr. Steve and drag him into the circle Ica mama ica, mama rata tata rata tata bam. Expel the tormenting spirit of that relentless destructive devil. Rata tata rata tata bam. ©2014 Christine Phillips