Tape Loop Parade

M-m-march

M-m-march To the b-b-beat

The

drum came down the high street

And every puddle shook The kerbs began to sway with it Nobody

stopped to look M-m-march,

the

stones are breathing M-m-march,

the gutters hum

March to the b-b-beat

March to the b-b-beat

Feet in the street

Feet in the street Everything moves when the drum comes through

March to the b-b-beat (beat,

beat,

beat)

We opened up an old trunk Of songs from far away

A hundred borrowed marches Nobody had to pay

Pick one, fold it,

pass it on

The whole town knows the tune

March to the b-b-beat March to the b-b-beat

Feet in the street

Feet in the street Everything moves when the drum comes through

March to the b-b-beat

One banner had a name sewn on

Too heavy for the rest

We cut it into plain cloth So anyone could dress

Your own colour, your own step

The same drum underneath

You don't have to lead the parade.

You just have to keep time with it.

Say what you played,

and what you didn't.

Leave the street no quieter than you found it.

(s-s-step... s-s-step...)

Before the band went home that night

We chalked the route in white

So the next ones through the square Would find the rhythm right

March to

the b-b-beat

March to the b-b-beat Feet in the street

Feet

in the street Everything moves when the

drum comes through March to

the b-b-beat

M-m-march Down the street

and gone M-m-march The drum keeps going on To the b-b-beat (beat...

beat... beat...)