Transitions
By: Lady of Lorien
I've played woodwind for 4 years In specific, the clarinet Now I must switch to brass You think I want to? Want to bet?
My friend and I are switching From the clarinet We now must play this alto horn And it causes me to fret
I must change my whole musical view To play this alto horn This instrument is strange to me, With its 3 valves, old and worn
They say we must learn it For the marching band No one can hear two lone clarinets On the field or in the stands
There are only two more woodwinds In the band to compensate Two lonely saxes sit and play What will be their fate?
All through band camp we would play Blowing with all our might Trying to get a louder sound While doing the marching right
Even in the band block Placed far back in the rear We tried very desperately To get our sound to someone's ear
We didn't have to switch At least not this soon I was tired of feeling useless Whenever we played a tune
I couldn't even hear myself The others so loudly played "I will not sit and not be heard!" And my mind will not be swayed
The saxes are soon to switch So they will not be alone I just found out the other day They are learning the baritone
The situation I do not like Though I have no other choice No one cares about my vote Nobody hears my voice
"Clarinets suck! They are so weak!" These comments I cannot stand We have power, in a different way Just wait until concert band!
We always have the melody And play it loud and true It is then they will see our might Who is weak now? I think it's you!
By: Lady of Lorien
I've played woodwind for 4 years In specific, the clarinet Now I must switch to brass You think I want to? Want to bet?
My friend and I are switching From the clarinet We now must play this alto horn And it causes me to fret
I must change my whole musical view To play this alto horn This instrument is strange to me, With its 3 valves, old and worn
They say we must learn it For the marching band No one can hear two lone clarinets On the field or in the stands
There are only two more woodwinds In the band to compensate Two lonely saxes sit and play What will be their fate?
All through band camp we would play Blowing with all our might Trying to get a louder sound While doing the marching right
Even in the band block Placed far back in the rear We tried very desperately To get our sound to someone's ear
We didn't have to switch At least not this soon I was tired of feeling useless Whenever we played a tune
I couldn't even hear myself The others so loudly played "I will not sit and not be heard!" And my mind will not be swayed
The saxes are soon to switch So they will not be alone I just found out the other day They are learning the baritone
The situation I do not like Though I have no other choice No one cares about my vote Nobody hears my voice
"Clarinets suck! They are so weak!" These comments I cannot stand We have power, in a different way Just wait until concert band!
We always have the melody And play it loud and true It is then they will see our might Who is weak now? I think it's you!
