Bladder fiddle
The bladder fiddle (also known as bumbass or poispil) is a folk instrument used throughout Europe. The instrument was a simple large monochord made with a long stick, a thick gut string, and a pig's bladder. It is bowed with either a notched stick or a horsehair bow. It is known under different names; in Germany it was called the bumbass, in France the basse de Flandre, and in England a drone, "drone and string" or bladder fiddle. In Germany sometimes a bell or cymbal was added to the top for decoration or additional sound. In England it was used by traveling musicians.
The drum, made of an inflated animal bladder or taut animal hide, is secured to the centre of a long stick. A thick string is then attached to each end of the stick, securing the bladder. It is usually played standing upright by drawing the bow over the string.
A related instrument was preserved amongst the Pennsylvania Dutch (German immigrant to the rural Eastern United States), and is known as a boom-ba.
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by: FaithlessSo much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
We think we're heroes, we think we're kings
We plan all kinds of fabulous things
Oh, look how great we have become
Key in the door, the moment I've been longing for
Before my bag hit the floor
My adorable children rush up screaming for a kiss
And a story they're a gift to this world
My only claim to glory, I surely never knew sweeter days
Blows my mind like munitions, I'm amazed
So much heaven, so much hell, so much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul, one man's loss, another man's gold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
We're just children, we're just dust, we are small and we are lost
And we're nothing, nothing at all
One bomb, the whole block gone
Can't find me children and dust covers the sun
Everywhere is noise, panic and confusion
But to some another fun day in Babylon
I'm gonna bury my wife and dig up my gun
My life is done, so now I've got to kill someone
So much heaven, so much hell, so much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul, moments lost, moments go
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much more than I thought this world could ever hold
So much heaven, so much hell, so much love, so much pain
So much more than I thought this world could ever contain
So much war, so much soul, moments lost, moments go