TOM TOM – J. Lowe/Lowe Life Music
A voice came down from a high-rise mountain, old and clear and strong,
And its words were new but grey with wisdom, wrapped in an ancient song.
Words as old as the northern hills, as new as the morning sun,
As clear as a bell with a velvet mouth, and these are the words it rang.
CHORUS
Bow down to the idol electric, cower in terror at the tick-box
Now you know what only the gods know,
But you’ll never do better than the tom-tom, no you’ll never do better than the drum.
I laughed like a lover ‘cos it made no sense and I tapped my feet in time,
But the more it rang the more I understood with every line.
An angry woman cried what can it mean and a frightened man hid his head,
But some just smiled and danced to the tune and joined in every word.
And the world was wrapped in waves and wires and the old and the young tuned in,
But all the while there were those who sang to the beat of an ancient skin.