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.