marching band
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The cheers, the applause, the cries
And I ask them to indulge in this moment
For it will fade
Like a distant memory
To the one who inspires me the most,
The one who consistently boasts,
You mean more than the world to me.
You taught me how to dance and be free;
The beginning of the year things started to change
soon it would be senior year, the ending of my marching days.
Four years of marching through Mother Nature's wrath
and hearing the lie of "one more time".
Standing at attention
Our eyes filled with pride
Air filled with suspension
Drum majors salute side by side.
The first step, all as one
Rolling steps, feet in timeThis art, this love of mine"Find your dot," run it back Endurance, something I can not lackTooting tunes, forward slidesMaking sure our lines align Marching band is what I love"Woodwinds cut holes in your gloves!"Put on
My marching band and I reached an unscalable wall.
We tried to climb over, but it's impossibly tall.
It's a million feet wide, and a billion yards up.
Band
Timeless, lovely
Curing, freeing, inspiring
The center of my universe
Family
Step on the field
Adrenaline rushes
The announcer begins
The crowd quickly hushes
The music begins
Perhaps a simple note
Left foot first
Listen back to percussion
Stay in line
It is a mental game until you learn how to
Let your mind rely on your bodies capabilities
Instead of letting your body rely on your minds perception
On that jacket
It doesn’t say your name
You wear the same thing as everyone else
Because you are one unit
Your uniform
The silent chant among the field
Counting the measures until you move
Slowly you raise your instrument
Your feet move at the tempo
This is what I'm a part of
Marching band
Very different from band
All of the sections
From drum line to color guard
We love
Being a part of something
Greater than we can ever be alone
We love
The rush we feel after playing
band is my life
hear me out
band is my life
there is no doubt
i march
i play
i cry
i love it
band is pain
but band is amazing
band teaches you to struggle
the crowd cheerng in the stands
football players counting
our uniforms are moist
tension grows between both schools
we will win
we play our school song
motivating our side
we will win
Sunkissed skin and tennie shoe tanlines. Skin slick with sweat the byproduct of marching drill and the autumn sun.
Step in time
Keep up my pace
Must hit my spot
Must march in place
Left foot comes up
Right goes down
Horn angle is straight
Parallel to the ground
Must face the front
Time spinning down
Lost in the middle round
The tears puddle for a pound
And they taste like salted sand
The loss feels like we’ve won
When the speeches are all done
Hah! Silence falls.Fall feels empty in my aching bones.
Hah!My wrists laughAs they hold nothing but memories never realized.
Hah!A smile spreadsAt the objective silliness of tradition.
I always knew at last this time would come
When lost is that from which my love derives.
No longer shall I hear the horn and drum
Which waving hand to quickest tempo drives.
Our Devotion to the ever changing world of technology, science, medicine, and math is an incredible thing to witness.
People everywhere are going to become doctors, scientists, architects, etc.
...But Where is the Arts?
Marching band is fierce and competitive
You get a sense of pride and victory when you win a competition
But also feel a sense of depression and of letting your band down
When you lose one
I'm tired of using the same cord for twelve measures. I can't wait for the bridge that will carry me to a new part of the music, but I'm scared of running into dreadful quarter notes along the way.
Stick to head
The rhythm of aggression
Left to right
Consciousness in suspension
Things go wrong
Take it all out on the pad
Flam tap tap
You drive all the neighbors mad
So today is the day.
It's finally time to say goodbye.
To all the hours,
The ages I've spent here.
This is the place where my friends became my family.
After all the initiations,
And the hours in the sun.
The beat of the metronome
Performances at the Dome
Moving across the field
Having trophies yield
Memorizing the sets
Winning the bets
Placing first in class
Hustling across the grass
We feel the golden rays of sun beating down on our faces,
As we look towards our leader while our own heart races.
Our feet hit the ground at the sound of the beat,
Arms, legs, and backs ache from the feel of the heat.
