My little song about my fear of last year's drumline. Parody of Blink182's "Aliens Exist."

Graduates Exist

Hey director, there's something in the drumroom

I hope it's not the seniors from last year

You always tell us stories

As if our band is boring

We all know that band is uncool here

What if people knew that this was real

I'd leave the drumroom door locked up all night

I know the new seniors would say

What you hear is all hearsay

I wish someone would tell me they were right

Been marching all this year

And there's something that's wrong here

And I know it must be late

Been playin' since last year

I'm not like you guys

I'm not like you

I am still the sophomore, yes you know me

Been a drummer, will be till I die

I got out of step

From fear of graduates

My section leader thinks I'm just telling lies

Been marching all this year

And there's something that's wrong here

And I know I must be weird

Been playin' since last year.

I'm not like you guys

I'm not like you

Dark and scary, ordinary, explanation

Graduation, nice to know ya, now you're gone though

Where's the seniors, only drummers

Been marching all this year

And there's something that's wrong here

And I know I must be weird

Been playin' since last year

I'm not like you guys

Twelfth graders tell lies

~*~

My song about how I can't march. Parody of Matchbox 20's "Mad Season."

Band Season

I feel stupid - but I know it won't last for long
I've been guessing - I coulda been guessin' wrong
I can't read music now
I kinda thought that I should know how
But that whole band season's got me down

I feel stupid but it's something that comes and goes
I haven't been playin'- I think it's funny how no one knows
I don't know about - the little notes that I leave out
When that whole band season comes around

So why do I gotta play there
when I can't even march in step?
I should play- but I don't know how
I need to know
do you think I can play?
you figured me out - I'm lost and I'm beatless
Walking, not marching- and I can't play my part
and I come undone- in this band season

I feel stupid - but I think I been catchin' on
I'm out of step- but I think I can march on
It seems harder now, cut time, double time, turn around
will that whole snare line knock me down

So are you gonna stand there
or are you gonna help me out
you need to help me read this now - I need you now

Now I'm marching - isn't that what you want
I'm tryin' to play the show on my own
but I can't
at times – I do believe I can march
so someone tell me why, why, why
can't I, I, I play?
And I got out of step.

~*~

Yes, I know they suck. But it was funny at roughly 12 AM after large amounts of Dr. Pepper and sex talk. Ah, drumline. There's no place like it.

3,

LittleDrummerGirl

PS- Sorry about any formatting errors, such as the ones that appeared in my last fic. MICROSOFT IS SATAN!!!