when I broke my ribs I could no longer
chop my wood, shoot my gun or beat my drum
Healing takes time and I need a way to thump
I need twang, thumps and ca-chings
I thought how can I be musical and do my thing
I can't beat on much of anything!
Movement makes my ribs scream!
Enter my new friend TAMBOURINE!
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
when I broke my ribs I could no longer
chop my wood, shoot my gun or beat my drum
Healing takes time and I need a way to thump
I need twang, thumps and ca-chings
I thought how can I be musical and do my thing
I can't beat on much of anything!
Movement makes my ribs scream!
Enter my new friend TAMBOURINE!
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