Band

We Are The Show: Author Unknown

What it's like

Just when you thought you were gonna be knocked down,

You bounced right back and refused to go down.

With all those going for ya, where next from here?

Do you know where you'll end up next year?

Art In Motion

Starting with the flutes and piccolos, O MY!

Their high shrilled sounds reach far beyond the sky.

With all their good luck jewelry, shirts and braids,

Bailie's head was the one that got absolute praise.

Then, we come around to the beautiful sax,

Where everyone puts their playing to the max.

And they are lead by "Big Bad Rob"

Who always seems to fulfill his job.

The First Show

When the music starts and we stand proud and true
Please oh lord! Let the judges like what we do

May I stay in rhythm; let me not lose my count
for I dread they will see and point me out

This I well know is not so bad but,
buy the looks on my instructor could kill my dad

I ask not for myself but for the whole
let us march in straight lines, and not on our toes

May my hands be true even though they're black and blue
It's the price we must pay for the toss's that get away

Protect me oh lord! from you know who
They couldn't catch a cold you know this is true

When the show's almost over and the fans are on their feet
keep me smiling that same smile, even though I can not breath.

We practice each day since our great goal is All-State,
Sustained by hope and warm Gatorade,
"no, that was rag-ged!" "tubas play lou-der!"
Do it again, such a mess we've made.
Go forwards and backwards, two eights then three fours,
Get to our spots 'fore the music's done.
"straighten that front row! "
"hold your horns higher!"
Do it again, isn't this such fun?
We've marched and played 'cross this wide field for ho-urs.
From set to set under a hot sun.
"no! Its not right yet!"
"go back to set one!"
Do it twice more before we are done.

And the days click by like dominoes
One by one they tumble over
Countdown to begin the show.

The date is set, the time, the place
We organize another year
The calendars fill with practice dates.

The music haunts us day and night
Foot here, hand there, the flag in place
Practice, practice to make it right.

The music fills our hearts once more
Just like in practice all those times
We dance across the wooden floor.

The end result of hours strained
We burst with pride when we know it's good
And when it's not, we burn with shame.

The season moves on faithfully
And all too soon it has to end
When it's all over, where will we be?

To see another season go
But knowing we'll always treasure the time
When together, we were the show.

Adrenaline pumping hearts beating,
Fingers throbbing, music leading.
All a part of a sport called colorguard,
The taste of sweat, you know it gets hard,
But ask any teammate, they'll probably say,
That's ok I like it that way.

All teammates are friends, each helps the other,
But practice isn't a time to call for your mother.
Tough it out, the coach might yell,
but with that phrase the attitudes swell.

Then those famous words come a new,
Set it up once lets do a run through.
Your music ends and you're breathing quite a bit faster,
You did a good run and you think you're the master.

Time to load the truck, it's not that bad,
Every one helps, even the dads.
Now time to relax, getting on the bus,
Now wait your hair now there's a fuss.
The gel, the spray, it all goes on there,
And now you don't even want to touch your hair.

Put on your makeup so it'll look right,
Don't mess it up, we don't want to fight.
Put on the headphones and litsten to "your" song,
Listen, relax, it won't be very long.
The bus comes to a stop, everyone knows that they're there,
Someone wakes you up and you check your hair.

Get all your stuff people and get on out here,
Now it sets in, just a little bit of fear.
You get to your room and take of your shoes,
Take a deep breath, there's nothing to lose.

Warm up and stretch out, get that equipment flying,
Don't busy yourself yet, don't want to see you crying.
Get your equipment and get ready to go,
Line up in the hall to put on your show.

They pull all the equipment on to the floor,
You step a little bit closer and look through the door.
The crowd is huge, you don't think you'll make it,
Breath nice and slow, you know you can take it.
It's your turn to put on your show,
Walk with pride you know it will flow.
Is the guard ready? Ya you think so,
Northmont High School you may present your show.

Look up at the crowd, make sure they see you,
It's your last chance, don't let this thing beat you.
Vibrant flags fly fiercely over head,
Catch it right or your arm will red.

Crack that rifle, you know you can do it,
All right, nice job, I knew you knew it.
Here comes the end, don't break down just yet,
It will be awesome, this is what I bet.

The zip of the flag, the final snag,
It looks great, you got it in the bag.
With hands trembling, you get up and say,
Yes, see I told ya I like it this way.

Watery eyes, spontaneous combustion of tears,
Screaming, excitement initiated cheers.
Go ahead let it out, you gave it your all,
Don't hold back, admit it, you had a ball.

You showed all those people what you got in you,
Some pain, some love, need I continue?
Some strength, some friendship, some talent, and grace,
You spread it around all over that place.

This is what makes up a colorguard,
Some people try but don't make it because it's too hard.
All the stress and the anger, some people can't take it,
And somewhere inside they know they won't make it.

All of my teammates have this desire,
Something in their heart that lights a fire.
To do all they need to, to pull off a show,
But what I hate the most is to see them all go.

So just a little something to say to my girls,
To me, you mean the world.
I love you all and I want you to know,
I'm so proud of you guys and our guard show.

I really, down deep, don't want this season to end,
I'm gonna miss it all so much and all of my friends.
"Color Guard"

Flags . . .
Rifles . . .
Sabres . . .
Glitter and grace
Colors, bright and lively
Music over the loudspeakers blare
One by one each guard performs
People applaud each on loudly

Slap of the rifle strap after a solid quad
Roar of the crowd as a six is caught by the sabre line

One girl with a grin of happiness of doing something right
Another's face clouded by the regret of a mistake
Another in tears of pain

Fun
Joy
Entertainment

Tired
Hot
Excited
Leaving their all on the floor
The are praised
Commended for a job well done
No matter what the outcome

He roars loud enough to wake the dead
he struts around and says "I'm king"
While his pride works for his well being
Oh, such a mighty beast is he,
King of all that he can see.
When the lion roams the land,
he sees himself within the plan.
But, sees his family and how it lives,
Each member plays a role and gives.
See how they work within the plan,
The mighty beasts that roam the land.

Yup...he's our mighty Boss.
His family though, is quite grand,
They are the Carmel Marching Band.
Each one of them, big and small,
Know that they could win it all.
They sometimes get caught up in other things for a while,
Then comes along that push from Kyle.
The on top with the greatest view,
We find leading then was J. W.
Sometimes, some may be out for a cold or hepatitis,
But, the one more often caught disease was "Panty-itis!"
They all travel in a pack and walk with their TOES UP,
And then even welcomed in Mallorie, their new young pup.

There was a lot of life given to the pack,
Especially from Dave, but just enough to stay on track.
Seniors, Juniors, Sophomores and Freshman made up the four
divisions, In each, they carried in with them some strong visions.
They thought of things that would help the pack as a whole,
And to help each one to become a stronger individual.
The pack would always try to fight against the weather,
And even in the worse, they made it by working together.

But, the pack would never survive without Charlie and the guard,
For they had weapons, and to beat them would be hard.
And even though they wore too much make-up and curls,
They were a bunch of tough, hardworking girls!
Although we lost our dear friend Frizz for a while,
She came back to us with the same sweet smile.

With all the percussion looking just so fine,
Great rhythms could be heard from our pit and drumline.
And with "Mac Daddy" tapping and dupping at the lead,
"Metronome Mike" is the one who keeps the speed.
With the "farts, toots, and whistle" sounds from our pit,
IT gets the pack in to a laughing fit.

Split into 9 different instrumental sections,
May traditions became long-lasting resurrections.

The Clarinets would always do whatever it takes,
Even if it meant actually trying Janet's pancakes.
And with Jessie at the head, and no-one at the rear,
"Come on Guys!" was the shouting you would hear.

The Bass clarinets, even though they are small,
They are a part of us after all.

Around the circle we find the mellos,
They are a group of fine young fellows.
Everytime they travel, the load up on candy,
And they all owe thanks to Amanda, Sarah and Brandy.

Next, there's the awesome trumpet,
All those players like to PUMP IT!
In a nice long file they're always standin'
They get their support from mighty 'ol Brandon.

Also meet our wonderful Tones and Bones,
A team that has some of the greatest tones.
They are the coolest gang in the hood,
And their marching style is better than good.

The contras are the lowest of the lows,
They keep the band on their toes.
The newest contra was freshman Bob,
The other guys made him a part of their mob.

But really, the staff is the reason for our success,
Because they knew our accomplishments were limitless.
There were times when some would get mad or cranky,
But on bad days, no-one could outdo Mr. Kreke!
He was the guy at the back of the form,
who was a little out of the norm.
Then, the one who knew it when we missed a note
Huh, that was Mr. Pote.
I was told to watch out for his evil claws
But I wasn't afraid after seeing that HE wore bras!
But they put us together and made us a team,
And helped us to fulfill our dream

Now I conclude just to say,
Thanks to all, for giving us those memorable days.
So, in the end, the lion can rest,
Knowing that he did his very best!

When we first started camp we knew nothing at all,
But now we stand on the field straight and tall.
At first the drop spins were a bit off,
But now, oh boy, do we show them off.
And when we first stepped on that field we were so lost,
When we ran into band member, we sure paid the cost.
But we pulled through even though it was hard,
It has it?ewards afterward.
We owe our thanks to instructor,
And to our choreographer too
Without their support we would not have pulled through.
And without our strict captains this could not have been done,
They made it all seem so easy, and everything fun.
To the Freshman who have tried their very best,
Never asking for a break or a chance to rest.
The upper classmen have been so kind,
Even when some one drove them out of their mind.
Now the time has come to put our work to show,
On your mart, get set, it?ime to go.
Good luck to you all, I know you?do great.
Hurry up now, don?e late!