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Pau - Old School Cool

Old School Cool (c) 2025 by the Entangled Pair

She's hot, yes, but she's also cool
she is a gem, she is a jewel
I think she's great (and I'm no fool)
she beats those drums like she's old school

she pounds those skins, sometimes it's funny
she hits them like they owe her money
and one thing more I'll tell you

Drummer

Randolph Peter Best
thought he was a better drummer than all the rest
but his new band wouldn’t put up with such malarky
and he was soon replaced by Richard Starkey


*For those who don't know-Richard Starkey is aka Ringo Starr*

Not Our Regular Drummer

Take a look who’s behind the kit,
he’s not our regular drummer;

Make no mistake he’s taken a life,
with that jackknife to a pounding heart;

So notorious, his beat’s ferocious.

He’s ransacked an alley and the bar,
on tour he remains midnight’s shadow;

Take a look you have seen him before,
in the corner of a club poster;

So ferocious, his beat’s notorious.

Bouncing

Ragtime Drummer- Come On and Hear

Back to the beat
Even as the strumming sweat
Can’t wait to investigate
What we deem we procrastinate
Melody fine, blowing my mind
What beat is time
Time to watch the beat
Ever sweet
Tha’ rat a rat rat tat come on man off of that
Gimmie some sugar sweet and flow, flour do, ra, mi fa so la de
Wing tips on the wool

It's Always the Drummer

He beats on the drum
The vibrations thrill
It makes me succumb
He goes for the kill

He sways as he plays
and beat after beat
puts me in a daze
He brings on the heat

My body's in time
to his every move
We are so in sync
This is a great groove

My eyes are transfixed
to him in the band
Drumsticks are flying
in capable hands

His eyes

Drummer Drama of Summer: TRI

The endless summer ended well.
An oddity of terms that's said?
It's what the seasons say, pray-tell.
Flipped coin of an Indian head.

An oddity of terms that's said?
It meant an Indian Summer,
your well's true, but it'll last longer.

It's what the seasons say, pray-tell.
If what's said, was said, nonetheless,
time goes forth, progress, not digress.

Flipped coin of an Indian head,
an

The Solitary Drummer

Nevermind what the outside says to you just
listen to your heart
My words speak to the part that sees the truth
& has known it from the start
Let lies rest in the dirt where they lay the dead
to be covered by sands of time
My words are food for the starving soul so please
consume these healthy rhymes
Bury my

Drummer Calls Out the Skulls

He is a professional, let him call out the skulls.
I wondered what this meant, but I trusted the gulls.
The drummer began, and the skulls came out of their hiding.
I was shocked at first, but soon recognized his abiding.

They love him, I said. They still have emotion.
The came from the meadows, the woods and the ocean.
These

Blue Eyed Cuban Drummer

But Cuba does not have blue-eyed men, they have brown. 
Well he is lively and fun a drummer who knows how to get down.
Are you sure he is from Cuba? Oh, yes, and he just came to town.
I went to watch him on the bongos, wearing my favorite purple gown.

You have such a sparkle, a

Ill Be the Drummer

Crying in silence, 
vacancy needing a beat; 
Something was missing; 

Failing to exist;
Melody that’s not breathing 
stuck inside your head; 

A note with no soul 
changing the sounds and volume  
the cymbol crashes; 

Influential tone,  
the tempo found it’s echo;
I’ll be the drummer; 

You were an unpolished song, 
I kind of completed you.

Taylor Hawkins

Taylor Hawkins: Foo-Fighters 

Yesterday my heart was broken
to news which I’d awoken
Such a tragedy and untimely loss  
And now a new road you cross
Your musical spirit and infectious laughter 
will live on with all of us forever after 

All shouting: Condolences to your family
Thoughts are with you, 
An iconic drummer
Rest In Beats!
1972-2022

Written 3/27/22

The Drummer Alcoholic

Steadily beats he a drum,
Heavily drinking stiff rum;
Zestfully tours he a slum,
Masculine tunes does hum.

Later, his fingers are numb,
Not excluded his half thumb;
Decides he then to sit his bum
For an unfinished chewing gum,
To him released by a chum,
When he couldn’t from him a plum…

Later, shall workout the sum 
Of how to get back to doting

Team Orange V Team Green 12 July Drummer March

Chatting with my mum last night
as we often do

I listened intently to her telling
me about one of her favorite 
day's out and memories when 
she herself was a child

And she inadvertently revealed
what she thought was a
girl's day out no men we're
allowed

What she did not realise was
in fact she was actually saying 
and reason no men

Tommy Tum - Nursery Rhyme

A little lad named Tommy Tum,
just wouldn’t listen to his Mum.
He’d loudly play with other boys,
and wouldn’t put away his toys.

Around the house he’d beat his drum,
Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum.
Oh, how he loved to pound his drum,
Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum.

His father warned with a mean face:
“I make the rules inside this place. 
If you don’t listen to

Everyone Loves a Dead Drummer

At age 55
I press my nose
To the bark of a tree
I place my tongue
To the underneath of an Oak leaf

I rent next to a lake
I like my back against a wall

Life grabs at one another

For me, it was at a party
Where she said she’d been re-married
Stopped writing
And was happy
Finally

She noted her gain of weight with

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