Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – Ocean waves, distant drums, soft kora] Before I understood the language… I understood the drums. They were speaking… Long before I arrived. ⸻ [Verse 1] 🎶 Atlantic water on the shoreline sand, Old stories written in the land. Footprints walking where kings once stood, Wood carved masks and mahogany wood. From Dakar down to Lagos lights, From Accra days to Bamako nights. Different roads but the rhythm the same… Every drum got a different name. 🎶 ⸻ [Hook – Choir] 🎶 Where the drums speak, people move, History living in the groove. Every language, every land… Feel the rhythm, understand. Where the drums speak, hearts open wide, Feel that spirit you can’t deny. If you listen, you will see… The drums speak history. 🎶 ⸻ [Verse 2] 🎶 Talking drum like a human voice, Every beat got a different choice. Highlife guitar make the people smile, Dance floor open all the while. Women laughing in bright headwraps, Streetlight shining on market paths. Food cooking, music loud… Whole world living in the crowd. 🎶 ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken] I been a lot of places in this world… But nowhere… Nowhere feels like this. Not because of the buildings. Not because of the money. Because of the people. Because of the music. Because of the spirit. ⸻ [Final Verse] 🎶 So if you ever stand by the sea, And hear them drums in the distance beat… Just know you hearing something deep… That rhythm older than you and me. 🎶 ⸻ [Final Hook – Choir + horns] 🎶 Where the drums speak, time stands still, Feel that heartbeat in the hill. From the past into today… The drums still got something to say. 🎶 ⸻ [Outro – Ocean + kora + drums fading] Yeah… You don’t just hear the drums here. You feel them. And once you feel them… You never forget them.
Tags
Afrobeat drums, talking drum, kora, horns, strings, Rhodes, bass guitar, shakers, choir vocals, percussion
Duration
3:39
Instrumental
No
Created
3/26/2026