| From the Bassist |
| Posted on Usenet - repeat, I did not write this, kudos to whomever did |
| The lord is my drummer I shall not rush He maketh me lay out in tasteful passages He leadeth me beside cool meter changes He restoreth my "one" He leadeth me in the right repeats For his name sake Yea though I tread through the trickiest road maps I will fear no train wrecks For you are with it Your ride and Your snare they comfort me You setteth up a solo for me In the pressence of thine guitarists You anointeth my lines with drive My groove overflows Surely good feel and swing will follow me All the tunes of all sets And I shall dwell in the pocket The whole gig long |