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“If you rush it, then you’ll miss it when the one comes around.”
A Note From Aly:
This song is a love letter to my girlfriend of 5 years, though we’d been together for less than a year when I wrote it.
I remember recording Maryam’s verse in my undecorated apartment, my roommates clamoring in the kitchen a room over. I had saved up three years of streaming royalties to buy a used mic and audio interface and was still learning how to use them properly. Looking back, this song represents a turning point in my journey as a self-sufficient artist and creative.
Love’s Like Drumming is important to me for a number of reasons. The first and most superficial is that it’s my first song to hit a million streams — minting it is a way to celebrate that milestone. More importantly, it was one of the first songs that I fully produced, mixed, and mastered myself.
Additional Perks For The Collector:
⁃ Airdrop of my “Collector Key” NFT, which gives access to the NFT-Gated Collectors chat in my discord which will receive updates on the major unannounced project I’m working on as we get closer to its announcement and release
- Video chat with me, if you’d like
⁃ My endless gratitude and love
A Fun Fact:
The voice throughout the song is a voice-memo from my baby cousin, another reason I love it. Her voice sounds so different these days.
Credits:
Produced by: Lackhoney
Written by: Lackhoney, Mary
Mixed + Mastered by: Lackhoney
Lyrics:
Verse 1 [Lackhoney]
Loves like drumming, the chest bongo hit the pit pat,
And when the pat pit comes back, inspire some to get tats,
Of their baby’s faces,
That’s the saving grace to when your heart is failing,
Awesome feeling, awkward when the beat is not reciprocated,
But when it is,
I’m banging on your door like bass drums,
Dum duh duh,
When you coming out? Take your time I get ensnared waiting,
Kale facing, if that’s what you like
If not I’m never taking and you paying when I have trouble with my financials,
And when I pay it stress you out because it stress me,
Dad told me just spend the money,
You said that you got it,
Loves like drumming,
Cause I can hear you coming up on something in the life you live the passion that I hope you find is lasting,
And if it so happens that it leads you more far away from me,
And we split up like pairs of wings,
That might be bad but not the end,
And if it’s our peak, and even if I don’t see you all week,
I’ll stay here beating drums to remember the sound of your heart beat,
Chorus [Lackhoney]
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
Verse 2 [Lackhoney]
You know how rare it is to find a pattern perfectly syncopated,
type love to make you buy a new kit and renovate it
The type love to pipe up a coward,
For a couple hours,
Multiply by thousands,
Make me think the world is ours
Even though you don’t like Indian food like I’d like you to,
And even though I tend to say some things just to spite on you,
I fight the signs of splitting,
Cause your time is my prescription,
When I’m sick inside I look at God and you that’s my religion,
I abide decide no splitting in between us,
Imma sit-in ‘fore I dip and might just hide and tie a knot around your keys and slide and guide them to the ocean wide so you cant fly back home,
Decide that I’ll apply for the full time position so we kick it till the Hyde turns to Jekyll in these reflections,
You’re the ghost of angels sending messages of good intention,
And in times of trouble, fumbling tumbling down these avenues of my mind I find I scream out like Sampha and you respond,
If you were a song you’d be a singalong, and my favorite song,
Put the quarter in the jukebox at Waffle House and get it going,
The urges purge till all is pure, concerned with furs I’m not at all,
Loves like like drumming if you rush it and you push it till you gone,
Then you’ll miss it when the one comes around,
Chorus [Lackhoney]
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
Verse 2 [Mary]
My heart’s my favorite beat I might just hit it with some reverb,
Love’s my favorite action always knew it was a me-verb
Scream into the mic and hope to have my feelings be heard,
I wear my heart right on my sleeve and hide it within these words,
I’m on the run from the beat of your love,
My feet rattle the shackles ringing out for freedom,
Between the lines I write the raps to fit within your rhythm,
You got me scatting I just pray to God that you can hear em
Chorus [Lackhoney]
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,
My heart’s a drum, beat it down, sing a singalong,