CLEARED FOR TAKEOFF Orange Rebellion [Intro — pulsing synth bass, distorted guitar swells] Tower, this is Benny. Got a little company coming. [Drums explode] Let ’em come! [Verse 1] Rain on the windshield, lights on the hill, Whole town buzzing, can’t sit still. Orange jacket on the passenger seat, Turn onto Monroe, feel the heat. Reser’s lit at the edge of town, Hear that roar with the windows down. Benny’s grinning, ready to roll— Good luck keeping this under control! [Pre-Chorus — rising vocals, climbing guitar] Strap in tight, Let the engines scream. There’s a whole damn town Running on this dream! [Chorus — huge, soaring, stacked harmonies] CLEARED FOR TAKEOFF! Orange burning through the clouds! ALL THAT THUNDER! That’s the sound of our hometown! Go Beavs! Go Beavs! Let ’em hear us coming now! You can clear the sky, You can shake the ground— BUT YOU CAN’T KEEP THE BEAVERS DOWN! [Verse 2 — driving bass, clipped guitar] Baker brought the trophy back, Then hit the court for another crack. Heisman winner to the Final Four— That’s one hell of a double, boys! Forty-one to nine in the desert heat, Chad and T.J. running free. Irish came for a victory toast— Orange took the whole damn show! [Pre-Chorus] No backing off, No turning around. Push that needle— Let it shake this town! [Chorus] CLEARED FOR TAKEOFF! Orange burning through the clouds! ALL THAT THUNDER! That’s the sound of our hometown! Go Beavs! Go Beavs! Let ’em hear us coming now! You can clear the sky, You can shake the ground— BUT YOU CAN’T KEEP THE BEAVERS DOWN! [Verse 3 — tight delivery, short guitar answers] Three in Omaha, count ’em out, Oh-six, oh-seven, eighteen—shout! One more strike? Better make it stick. Beavs got a habit of ruining scripts. Payton picks your pocket clean, Jade takes flight like you’ve never seen. Fosbury clears it his own way— We’ve been breaking the mold for days! [Breakdown — synth bass and pounding drums] Ten walked out. Two held fast. Funny who’s still here When the checks get cashed. Ducks flew east for a richer crowd— How’s that long flight working out? Beavs and Cougs with the hangar keys— Turns out we’re pretty hard to beat! [Bridge — half-time, building] Pauling had a restless mind, Two Nobels, never stayed inside the lines. Jensen’s leather, silicon spark— Corvallis made its own damn mark. From the workbench to the stadium lights, Somebody here’s working late tonight. You thought this town would disappear? Look up, baby— WE’RE STILL HERE! [Guitar solo — fast melodic runs, big bends, synth counterline] [Build — kick drum and crowd] Boise! Fresno! Bring that heat! San Diego! On your feet! Rams and Aggies! Bobcats too! Zags on the hardwood! Cougs, we see you! [Full band crashes in] PAC-TWELVE— WE’VE GOT WORK TO DO! [Final Chorus — soaring lead, huge backing vocals] CLEARED FOR TAKEOFF! Orange burning through the clouds! ALL THAT THUNDER! That’s the sound of our hometown! Go Beavs! Go Beavs! Let ’em hear us coming now! From Gill to Reser, Turn that whole thing loud— NO, YOU CAN’T KEEP THE BEAVERS DOWN! [Outro — main riff, shouted responses] OR-uh-gun! STATE! Give ’em something! THEY CAN’T SHAKE! Orange and black— Still coming around! YOU CAN’T KEEP THE BEAVERS DOWN! [Spoken — instruments cut] Tower… You might wanna move your coffee. [Final guitar crash]
