Something for everybody
There was this lone survivor who washed up on the shores of an
sandy shored, South Pacific Island.
He was nurtured and brought back to health...
When he awakened he was nestled in the fair chocolate arms of a
Yes I said chocolate...pay attention.
He could barely hear the soft shuffling of the surf breaking against
distant reef as the monotonous sounds of a drum beating and beating
hours of the day and night obscured his every waking moment.
He asked Shambibi, the cute one, (ie: nurturer) why the
Beating and beating and beating.
When drums stop......BIG EVIL COME!
It was an ideal life, little work, dancing and singing and eating, and
other South Pacific things...naked people of incredible loveliness,
with perfect manners, outstanding customs and immense kindness.
But the drums, the damned drums....
Again he asked why the drums were constantly beating.
He got the same answer again:
When drums stop....GREAT EVIL COME!
Reclining beneath the breadfruit tree he could see into the sun
Fish darting, strange and beautiful....brilliant colors but again the
on and on and on.
Come on, Shambibi why the drums?
When the drums stop....GREAT EVIL COME.
I know, I know, what evil?
When drums stop......BANJO SOLO.