For some reason, people often choose to ignore clear science, especially when it is politicized. We saw this during the pandemic, and it had tragic consequences. My text and music is meant to present a person who embraces science over politically-charged rhetoric.
Text by Nicolas Bizub
Before I moved down to science town, My thoughts were always orange. Like that vomitous shade from last week’s spaghetti Or the snot my nose made In that pot we call neti Orange as a spilt Fanta Dried and sticky with flies Or construction-sign banter Spewing detours and lies And when I dreamt of science town… My thoughts were sunsets and sorbet And monarch butterflies on a new day They were puffin feet and penguin beaks And a rising sun with golden streaks The peach reflection on a watery bay But then I remembered my faucet leaks… And hey, something reeks Before I got down to science town, My thoughts were always orange. Like that vomitous shade from last week’s spaghetti Or the snot my nose made In that pot we call neti Like Dorito fingerprints On my newest white dress Or “spray-tanned eloquence” Devoid of all finesse But then I got down to science town… My thoughts were tulips and Autumn leaves Tiger lilies in a summer breeze They are sweet like nectarines And luscious warm campfire scenes Like a morning sun or a harvest moon And now that I’m in science town, Now I’ve finally gotten down, I’ve decided I’ll stay. Because hey, the scent is sweet and my faucet doesn’t leak.