COUNTING KAW v1 0 Lyric Video Jingle Bales NOV 2025

"COUNTING KAW" v1 Jingle Bales 

We’ve been talkin’ loud in circles, ’round courthouse floors and classroom halls, Throwin’ stones of punctuation, makin’ mountains outta memin’ walls. Some folks furious, others curious, Some just tired of the endless brawl, But the prairie keeps on listenin’, Tallgrass stands above it all. If your heart hurts from the headlines, If your chest feels tied in twine — Hold your breath for just three Mississippis, And remember: Most storms ain’t worth the lightning in your mind. 🎙️ PRE-CHORUS — “Intent” (spoken-sung like Hamilton meets Cash) Before you raise your voice, before you push “POST”… Before you jump at syllables like ghosts… Ask yourself quick — not mean, not slick — “Is this anger? Or is this fear? Or is this somethin’ I just haven’t understood yet this year?” 🎙️ CHORUS — “KISS / Keep It Simple, SIMONN” (big harmonies, call & response) 🎶 Keep it simple, SIMONN — just ask. Ask what they meant, not what they masked. 'Cause a word out of context can cut like glass, And a wound in a child heals slow, heals last. Keep it simple, SIMONN — breathe deep. Don’t assume the worst of the folks you meet. We got difference, distance, days we weep, But we rise when we choose curiosity over heat. 🎶 🎙️ BRIDGE — “Prima Facia / Prairie Facia” (strings come in, like a courtroom gospel) Prima facia ain’t the same as proof, A headline ain’t a whole damn truth. Public comments can sting, silence can too — but the boldest thing we’ll ever do is pause before we swing the sword, and choose a question instead of a war. 🎙️ COUNTER-CHORUS — “Opposites & Alternatives” (ensemble layering like Rent or Les Mis) If A’s offended and B’s defensive, and C’s been readin’ posts too sensitive — Then D says “danger,” and E screams “fool,” F goes viral from a middle school — Let G remind them all again: “Opposites can still be friends.” And H can heal what I misheard, if we choose to ask about the word. 🎙️ RECITATIVE — “Royal Scribe” (solo, spotlight, Johnny Kaw’s baritone) I am the scribe of these plains, the one who remembers your names. I know your hurts, your shames, your storms, your dawns. You are not the words they wrote you as. You are not the posts they pinned. You are the breath between anger and understanding — the pause where forgiveness begins. Ink runs smoother when it’s honest, Signatures stronger when they’re kind. What’s tall caps or lower case when your intention is aligned? 🎙️ FINAL CHORUS — “Counting Kaw” (anthemic, drums like distant thunder) 🎶 One Mississippi, Two Mississippi, Three — Hold the word before you speak. Ask what they meant, ask what they feel, ask what’s the wound they’re tryin’ to heal. Count on kindness, Count on grace, Count on truth before the chase. And if your doubts come crawlin’ raw — Just breathe again. You’re counting Kaw. 🎶 🎙️ OUTRO — “Thanksgiving Reprise” (soft, reflective, piano + harmonics) On Turkey Day, we break the bread, we lay the grudges down instead, We choose the path that heals the thread between “enemy,” and “neighbor,” and “friend.” For war of words can scorch the wheat — but truth in love grows twice as sweet. The prairie echoes what we saw: We rise by learning to

count Kaw.