Under the Moon
Rookie: Last night, I had a dream. I found myself in a group called Marching Band. It was hard, we marched all day and night and I was tired. Out of the abyss marched a crowd; woodwinds. I asked if they had ever rested. They said
Band: We are forbidden to ever stop. In Marching Band we continue to press on. Only thing to do is march under the moon. We've tried everything real now like songs and drills and performance grades and added to it lines and rules and memorization. And there is no way out… (Backup: March away march away, march away march away) Only thing to do is march under the moon."
Individual: I gotta get out of here; it's like I'm being tied to the roof of a yellow school bus being packed in with instruments and uniforms, pushed over a cliff by a suicidal Mickey Mouse. I gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta find a way to march under the moon. Only thing to do is march under the moon.
Rookie: Then, a little drummer entered, his ways, we have learned, were thoughtless. And although he once had principles, he abandoned them to quit the marching band and start up his own failing rock band to show us.
Band: 'That's bull,' we said. 'Ever since that kid picked up a drumstick that band's been sucking. We're just glad he was evicted from the band and gave up. He's had trouble with that band and the drums ever since. Maybe it's a drummer thing. Cause who'd want to leave marching band anyway? Songs ain't so bad. The sax and the flute for instance, they're down on their luck, they come marching up the midfield line and we say that wasn't right, go do it again!'
Rookie: 'The way out is with time,' the band whispered to me, 'a march a day. Still tired?' they asked. Drained! 'Take a rest.' I lowered myself to the ground and curled my arms underneath my head and took the longest nap I have ever taken. 'Time to march!' they said, and as a harvest moon rose over the football field, we lined up and started marching, playing, and doing drills, I awoke singing (Backup: march away march away, march away march away) Only thing to do, only thing to do is march, only thing to do is march under the moon. Only thing to do is march under the moon, under the moon, under the moon.
Author's Notes: This one was particularly difficult because Cyberland is supposed to be bad, but marching band is good…I hope it turned out that way. The flute/sax line is a little harsh, but that's the way it is…striving for perfection. As this one speaker we had said, "Band kids aren't smarter, they think differently. In what other organization to you do things over and over and over again until it's perfect? Everyone has to win for the band to win." Oh, and the Mickey Mouse reference fits well with our band-we went to the Festival Disney competition and 2 of our groups (the band front and indoor percussion) achieved national ranking, so we got this Mickey Mouse statue that is like 2 feet tall.