Twelve in the Noise – This Song Belongs to the 12th Man
I offer Twelve in the Noise to Seattle’s 12th Man, a song about football, sound, and collective energy, freely shared ahead of the Super Bowl.
Twelve in the noise is the first song I’m offering publicly on the web. Not as a polished product designed to perform, but as a gesture. A sincere contribution, deeply rooted in what football has represented in my life for as long as I can remember.
As the playoffs arrive and the stakes rise, Seattle has become my anchor. Not by design, but through repetition, through history, through moments that stay with you long after the final whistle. By following the Seahawks when the games truly matter, I’ve come to know their story in depth, not as a distant observer, but through seasons that left a mark and became part of my own memory.
My connection to Seattle goes beyond football. During a visit to the Pacific Northwest, the city revealed itself to me as a place shaped by rhythm. The rain, the water, the density, the music, the way people move together. Seattle didn’t just welcome me. It spoke to me. That sense of collective presence stayed with me long after I left.
During my time in Seattle, the Experience Music Project was hosting a major exhibition dedicated to Nirvana. That visit took on an almost spiritual significance for me. By returning to the roots of grunge and the alternative scene that shaped my adolescence, this stop became a quiet farewell to a youth deeply tied to the era when Seattle dominated the North American musical imagination.
Musically, Twelve in the Noise grows directly from that feeling. The grunge textures echo the city’s musical roots, born from rain, tension, and rawness. The West Coast rap influence reflects the energy of the NFL itself, a league driven by rhythm, confidence, and collective momentum. But the true spark came from understanding the role of sound in Seattle on game day.
The drumline, the crowd, the constant pulse. Noise not as chaos, but as structure. As intention. As force.
That’s when the meaning of the 12th Man became clear to me. Not a marketing slogan. Not a hollow metaphor. But a lived reality. A crowd that consciously chooses to become part of the game by lending its breath, its rhythm, and its volume to the team on the field. A collective that understands its own power.
This song is built like a game, and like a shared memory. The verses carry history, tension, and accumulated expectations. The chorus doesn’t comment. It acts. As the song progresses, the noise thickens, organizes itself, and turns into momentum, until the 12th Man fully takes shape. Not as an individual, but as a conscious crowd.
Twelve in the Noise may sound abstract at first. But in Seattle, it means something very concrete. Being in the noise means stepping into it, not standing back. Accepting that sound, when shared, coordinated, and assumed, can influence the course of the game.
This is a football song, yes. But above all, it’s a song about the collective. About how people come together through sound, presence, and shared energy, even if only for a moment. Even for the length of a game.
So, I’m offering Twelve in the Noise freely to Seahawks fans. Download it. Play it. Share it. Let it live in living rooms, in bars, before kickoff, before the Super Bowl. Let it move through the places where the 12th Man already exists.
I hope the Seahawks community will take this song and truly make it its own. Not just by listening, but by transforming it. By turning it into fan-made videos, YouTube slideshows, playoff montages, and visual tributes that carry the sound of the 12th Man forward.
If this mission speaks to you, feel free to write to me directly at carl.boileau@gmail.com. I’ll gladly send you the song in MP3 format, so you can use it freely and help it travel wherever Seahawks fans gather before the Super Bowl.
This song doesn’t belong to me alone.
It belongs to the noise.
And to those who know how to make it move.
From the crowd to the field.
We move it with sound.
The strength of the team is each individual member. The strength of each member is the team
— Phil Jackson
Twelve in the Noise
Rain on Elliott Bay, ferries cut the gray, Neon in the puddles, Seattle stays. Ten years in the echo, ten years in the voice, We didn’t disappear. (We learned the noise). From Pike Place shadows to the cranes by the Sound, We learned how to stand where the rain hits the ground. Yesler still wet, I-5 moving slow, We don’t shine in the sun, we vibrate below. Space Needle blinking like a pulse in the fog, Coffee after midnight, boots deep in the slog. This city don’t whisper, don’t beg, don’t explain, We speak through pressure, through volume and rain. This ain’t a crowd that just fills up a seat, This is breath synchronized, concrete and heat. Every step to the stadium sharpens the poise, You don’t stand beside us. (You become the noise). We rise in decibels, the Twelve come alive, Lumen Field shaking, feel the numbers collide. Concrete trembles when we multiply our voice, This is where we exist. (Twelve in the noise). We rise in decibels, no fear, no doubt, Loudest place on earth when the Twelve let it out. From the Sound to the field, hear the city rejoice, We don’t watch from afar. We move it with noise. One yard line frozen in the back of our sight, A stolen second carved into the night. We lost that game, yeah, maybe fate had a role, But one choice in plain sight still haunts the soul. They called it genius, they called it control, Patriots in white, playing destiny’s role. Felt like the Devil tipped the final roll, That pick was witchcraft, etched in the soul. Unfinished business, pressure on hold, A debt still breathing, never getting old. Ten years later, same scar, new choice, Every silent season fed the noise. They come from the East with their rings and their tone, Patriots talking like history’s owned. But memory here doesn’t fade or get lost, It waits in the crowd, counting the cost. We rise in decibels, the Twelve come alive, Snap counts shatter when the pressure arrives. Opposing cadence dissolves in the Seattle noise, You don’t hear the call when the Twelve deploys. This season was carried through doubt and rain, Brick by brick belief, absorbed the strain. Sam Darnold stood tall when they laughed his name, Redemption in motion, rewriting the frame. JSN carving space like rain through wire, Routes so clean set the future on fire. Shaheed back deep, whole field held tight, A gift from the Saints, speed sent by the light. Kenneth Walker downhill, K9 grind, Three TDs heavy, left the Niners behind. Our defense stood first, no star to applaud, Just jaws locked shut, number one squad. Cooper Kupp steady, veteran calm, Haunted the Rams, closed that palm. One more run, one last ring in sight, If this is the ending, let it end right. This is where the ghosts return in the sound, Same old Patriots names when the echoes come round. Butler Brady Belichick Names we drown in Seattle sound. Curse the pick. Curse the silence. Curse the night we lost control. Not a curse, a debt. Written in sound. And tonight the noise responds, The crowd takes the ground. Russell Wilson echoes when the rain hits loud, Beast Mode footsteps still shake the ground. Legion of Boom taught us how fear deploys, In the breath before impact, before the noise. Different era now, different crew, But the sound is the same and the hunger too. We’re not chasing ghosts, we’re making the choice, To set the record straight. Twelve in the noise. We rise in decibels, the Twelve come alive, (Let it rise) Lumen Field shaking, watch the numbers collide. (Decibels) Concrete trembles when we multiply, (Twelve strong) Every yard gets pushed by the sound we provide. We rise in decibels, no fear, no doubt, (Let it out) Loudest place on earth when the Twelve let it out. (Rain City) From the Sound to the field, hear the city rejoice, (Seattle) We don’t just watch history. (We move it) We force the choice. Why we fight (For the history) Why we fight (For the revenge) Why we fight (To beat the Patriots) Why we fight (For West Coast pride) Why we fight (Bring the sun back) Seattle Step by step Side by side We are the crowd We are the sound We are the Twelve On the field Right now Right now Let’s do this! College Navy, ready for war, No room for a captain patch anymore. The C won’t fit, so hear the truth, The Twelve wears it, loud in the booth. (Who are we) Seahawks (Who are we) The Twelve (Who are we) Seattle (It’s time) Super Bowl Go Hawks Go Go Hawks Go Patriots Hear the noise Go Hawks Go Go Hawks Go This is our time Right now Go Seahawks Go Seahawks To the Super Bowl Go Seahawks Go Seahawks Let’s win it all Go Seahawks Let’s win the Super Bowl
