Hype

(I have never had any luck writing about marching music. Here's a draft of a pre-show hype rap/speech. I dunno.)

I want to tell you a story
it's about the color blue
yeah, I may have written it
but you know what? so did all of you
blue isn't just a feeling
it's more than just a hue
you know the sky's not just a ceiling
and we're more than just a crew

I know there are times your minds are reeling under the
piling files of time you're stealing
to keep your eyes peeled yet your brains from peelin
yet your lips are sealed, this is art we're dealing
I say we make the stands shatter and shake
under the weight of our greatness
if you do it right they will lift you up and you will
leave that room weightless
Hell, I'll warn the floor boards now they're in store for a
war on their foundation
We are made of the Rocky Mountains, and we're the only ones in the nation
carved out of stone and bone and love
can exchange their doubt for exaltation

I demand that they not just applaud us
I demand that they god damn adore us
that we shake them til their brains go porous,
then pour out their eyes while they still scream for us.
nobody ever made it feeling cautious
I dare you to hit them so hard they fall to the ground, unconscious
When they wake up, they better want to die
if they never see the Blue Knights again
You have to make them want to
cry if we're not the ones who fucking win

There is no man, no person, no thing
who has ever received this much love from me
because week after week and day after day
you guys keep me from going insane.
Yeah, there's a world out there and it's happenin
but right now all that matters is us.
There is no key in the entire world that I would
rather hold than this one.

So here is the truth, believe me I hate it too:
we have a lot to show but
we more to prove.

Now, you don't have to promise me anything
but I will always promise every one of you
that there is no color that I will ever bleed
except for blue.

Does posting about PMS make me anti-feminist..?

Dear Midol,

I know you think it is funny to put your pills in bulletproof packaging. But I don't think you realize it's not very funny to test me like that, because I will pull out a gun.

love and other drugs.

Hear me out for a second
because I know it might sound crazy
but there's mice runnin a maze
on top of a cake made out of amazing.
And the icing's made of spices;
makes it taste just like daisies--
painted with purple paisleys,
first in circles then in wave-sies.

And there's either six jaguars with one giant eye each
or one giant flower with a lot of fuckin teeth
and I'm just starin at it hopin it doesn't eat me
but I write the story so its like me, doesn't eat meat.

this shit's crawlin on the ceiling tellin me
gravity is for jerks
but I been growin out my wings, see
and I know gravity still works

just trying to put my finger on the difference
between lsd and eucalyptus
koala bears texting each other "let's trip this"
and I don't know who the fox is
or who's the raven
but that shit all means something now
since we started ravin'

I hate it when people say that love is a sickness
like if we just eat more zinc it'll fix this
and I hate it when people say it's a gift
as if you could pack this up and ship it for Christmas
but its flyin round the sky--that's not just hydrogen
and lets the roses live in your skin
that's not just melanin
keeps the world spinnin and keeps it in key
makes my heart spin in circles 'round the strings on my sleeves

Love's just an ingredient kids, and drugs are not the answer.
But i tell you what, nay-sayers, my world is goddamned enchanted

act surprised

sure, i will take a bite of you, thanks,
a nibble with my morning toast.
only eat whole grain
but i don't mind real butter.
sometimes the grains
the ones that make you better for me
get all mixed up in your speech and take
bites out of me.
 i can taste the high fructose bullshit,
see it hear it beating through your chest
before you've even had a sip.

good thing i can read minds;
makes the snow-made-daylight nights
significantly more entertaining.
but i've said it before, i'd rather
have you read it to me.

About me.

so i'm sick of these suckers tellin'
me that I look like angelina
that I sound like regina
because fuck that might be true
but there ain't nobody here but me
and if you don't watch your back
I'll toss you a beat
 you can catch this melody

i got sick of bein' sick,
so I had to give the weed up
but the truth is that bein sober
always makes me a better singer
and the other truth is that drugs help
they make me want to write
'cause they make rainbows form in circles
'round your fingers, 'round your eyes.

and crazy people make pictures
out of the wings of butterflies,
but crazy people also tell me
that I can't read minds
I'll read yours like a picture book
if there are diamonds in those mines
 there isn't a question on this earth
whose answer I won't find.

all these people getting famous
when their words have already been used
all you are is a pair of pipes,
alone in your room, feeling blue
and I'm not sayin it didn't sound good
and I'm not sayin your words arent true
I'm just sick of seeing people sellin records
when they havent said a single thing new

I'm sick of thinking that the men here
are only here for the bitches
who sold their souls to Maybelline,
to the Abercrombie and Fitches.
And I'm sick of thinking that the bitches here
are only here for the dicks
that we spent a thousands years
fighting for this and it still
isn't gettin' fixed!

I'm sick of watching him stare
at her boobs when she spent the time on her hair.
I'm sick of puttin' on high-heeled shoes
when you motherfuckers don't notice or care
I'm sick of hearing excuses for all of the abuse
and it tortures me that the abusers now get to be my muse.

Ha. I keep on hearin' boys flow
'bout bewitchin' bitches with their dicks.
Here's what they don't know:
that mostly?
that shit makes me sick.

like defrosting chicken.

we should get up
already been up; already froze my tits off to get the mail
no you didn't, they're right here
nah these are my backup pair
.. and how come you never let me borrow 'em?
you can have the originals if you want
no i don't want those they're frozen
theyre fine. just leave em in the fridge over night.

the walls are transparent either way

living upstairs means you have
to walk past a bunch of people
to get back on the ground.
means you have to say things
the same old things
everyday. i despise everyday
i just want days.

    hellohowareyou
    ohyouknow, fine
    ki'mleavingnow
door crunch closed
forget to lock the door or maybe
you did and it doesn't matter anyway
because someone probably needs
to steal all that useless shit
before i make something dangerous with it.
or worse, if i ever make anything
that sounds good i don't
know what i'll do with myself.

today is a good day to jump off the roof.
i don't know why we don't do it more often
the crackle of kneecaps and broken footbones
better than speaking.

the shower is on. i'll run out now.
forget my eyes.
i become invisible
when i can't see