The Microphones
Bass Drum Dream
Drumset in the sky, huge crashes
Pounding drums fill up the whole place
The bass drum, making the sound wave
With one giant head
Is similar to a secret part of my head
A ghost that's gone left in it's place
Instead a love for certain sounds:
Bass Drum Clouds
Lightning shoots out of my eyes to blow fuses
Not angry but singing my song
Conducting with cloud hands made of moisture
And electric shocks
Most of the sounds that come from my hands are
The thunder explosions
When I clap together, waking you up
But that spell's wearing off