The drummers, they go on,
Beating sound like blood around this city.
What should sleep runs riot,
Peace is banished like the quiet,
And I’m not sure that I like it
But those drummers keep on going
On and on into the night.
My blood is beating beating beating,
My eyes shining like a light.
Now I lay me down to sleep
But the drummers just won’t have it
And they keep their primal beat.
Run like blood, like sand, like water
Calling me; “come out, Eve’s daughter,
Come out and join the dance!”
Horizontal in the dark,
When I would be up and running
Spurred on by insistent drumming,
Match the rhythm of my heart.
I am Athena, Aphrodite
Only nobody can see me
I lay still, the drummers pass me
Beating on into the night.
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