Semi-Charmed Band Camp
(to the tune of "Semi-Charmed Life" by Third Eye Blind)
I'm packed and I'm holding
At Atten-hut
It's brass but
Looks golden
And I live for it
But I have to get through this week
Got to find motivation
I try for a C but that's too high for me
And it makes smile
'Spite the vibrating
Spreading through my mouth
In my lips
And my teeth
Keep on smiling
What we go through
One halt in the rhythm you divide to
And we play the song like the chorus to the verse
Chop another line like a coda with a curse
Come on when the drill box takes the stage
They give us the songs we play, I say
[chorus]
I want something else
To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of camp, baby, baby
I want something else
I'm not listening when you say
Mark time
My horn it was gold, it was cold but I put it up to my lips
And I wish I could get back there
Someplace
Back there home with a chair and the 'net
Now I'm stuck at school with the brass and I'm set
They won't stop
I cannot rest
We just go
With a tick-tock rhythm, water from a bottle
Then we rested
Took the yelling I was given
Then we marched again
And we marched again, I said
How do I get back there to
The place where I fell asleep so nicely
How do I get myself back to that place
And I said
I want something else
To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of camp, baby, baby
I want something else
I'm not listening when you say
Mark time
I believe in the lines beneath my shoes
The field gives a feeling, an exciting feeling
I believe in the trust that grows
And the four right chords can make me cry
When I play I feel like I could die and that would be all right, all right
[When the trumpets came in
They said it was smashing
In Exaltation it rips and it feels alive
But somehow my lips will survive those notes we were hitting
Above the staff
That's the climax, I must confess
And then we bodyslide as a test
Until we finish with a final jolting G
Now back to zero
To go again
But that's not what I want to do now
Feel myself, sweaty and sore
I'm tired, but I'm not going to sit, no, no
And I can't eat for my life
We've got to go and do it over
And nothing is all right, all right]
And I want something else
To get me through this camp, baby
I want something else
Not listening when you say
Mark Time
(to the tune of "Semi-Charmed Life" by Third Eye Blind)
I'm packed and I'm holding
At Atten-hut
It's brass but
Looks golden
And I live for it
But I have to get through this week
Got to find motivation
I try for a C but that's too high for me
And it makes smile
'Spite the vibrating
Spreading through my mouth
In my lips
And my teeth
Keep on smiling
What we go through
One halt in the rhythm you divide to
And we play the song like the chorus to the verse
Chop another line like a coda with a curse
Come on when the drill box takes the stage
They give us the songs we play, I say
[chorus]
I want something else
To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of camp, baby, baby
I want something else
I'm not listening when you say
Mark time
My horn it was gold, it was cold but I put it up to my lips
And I wish I could get back there
Someplace
Back there home with a chair and the 'net
Now I'm stuck at school with the brass and I'm set
They won't stop
I cannot rest
We just go
With a tick-tock rhythm, water from a bottle
Then we rested
Took the yelling I was given
Then we marched again
And we marched again, I said
How do I get back there to
The place where I fell asleep so nicely
How do I get myself back to that place
And I said
I want something else
To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of camp, baby, baby
I want something else
I'm not listening when you say
Mark time
I believe in the lines beneath my shoes
The field gives a feeling, an exciting feeling
I believe in the trust that grows
And the four right chords can make me cry
When I play I feel like I could die and that would be all right, all right
[When the trumpets came in
They said it was smashing
In Exaltation it rips and it feels alive
But somehow my lips will survive those notes we were hitting
Above the staff
That's the climax, I must confess
And then we bodyslide as a test
Until we finish with a final jolting G
Now back to zero
To go again
But that's not what I want to do now
Feel myself, sweaty and sore
I'm tired, but I'm not going to sit, no, no
And I can't eat for my life
We've got to go and do it over
And nothing is all right, all right]
And I want something else
To get me through this camp, baby
I want something else
Not listening when you say
Mark Time