Listen to the drums (De Haan)

Highly skilled in a world of music,
pocket full of money and very well known
Rhythmic ideas, open as fluid,
people say: human metronome
In spite of all the music sessions,
the praise, esteem and fame I had.
The groove has been the constant passion,
the mind is growing freaking mad

Can’t you hear ’em, can’t you hear ’em, the voices in my head
I can’t clear ’em and I fear ’em, the messages they send
It’s roaring and exploring, my mind will turn to scrap
One morning without warning, I know I’m gonna snap

Played with Zappa, Waits and Clapton
David Crosby, Stills and Nash
It never Rains In California
joined the crew, All Things Must Pass

Can’t you hear ’em, can’t you hear ’em, the voices in my head
I can’t clear ’em and I fear ’em, the messages they send
It’s roaring and exploring, my mind will turn to scrap
One morning without warning, I know I’m gonna snap

Was the coda just an even claim
Never specifying Rita’s name

Givin’ in to the urge of freedom,
never gave up the booze and dope
Finally met my evil demon,
I just wasn’t fit to cope

Can’t you hear ’em, can’t you hear ’em, the voices in my head
I can’t clear ’em and I fear ’em, the messages they send
I knew it and pursued, with a hammer, and a knife
And I pulled it, got to do it, so I took my mother’s life

Diagnosed as schizophrenic
when convicted of this crime
Sixteen years becomes lifetime sentence
Still in prison doing time

Listen to the drums, rhythm of the brains
The heartbeat runs in lasting chains

Can’t you hear ’em, can’t you hear ’em, the voices in my head
I can’t clear ’em and I fear ’em, the messages they send
I knew it and pursued, with a hammer, and a knife
And I pulled it, got to do it, so I took my mother’s life