That Sheff Wed song the other week stuck in my head:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rdNWQ_YTBu0Carlos had a dream
To build our football team
We had no players so we had to sign them on loan
We play from the back
With Joao in attack
We're Sheffield Wednesday, we're on our way back.
As much as I don't like copying songs, most clubs are at it these days (Wed weren't the first with this tune) so was thinking an adapted version, having a pop at the running of our club could catch on:
Something like:
Roland had a dream
To play with a football team
Shinny seats and f*****g sofas won't work
We need more playeeeers
An experienced manaageeeer,
Roland and Katrien, you're killing our club.......
Or should I not give up the day job?
Just be nice to have a song that is not just a clap along and has a pop at the current situation.
As OooAhh would say though....have we got the personality??
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That's all we hear.....
Show them the way to go home
We tired and and we want our club back
We had a decent club a couple of years ago
Now we've got a sofa instead.
Where ever we may roam
The Valley is our home
Where ever go we'll sing this song
Show them the way to go home.
Old spivs, yes, they rob I,
Sold I to the Belgian twit,
Minutes after he took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of Chris Powell the Almighty.
We now forward in this generation
Dull and shitely.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have,
Is Roland's wrongs,
Is Roland's wrongs.
Emancipate yourself from Belgium slavery,
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Have no fear for PowerPoint presentations,
'Cause the one who delivers them to us is blind.
How long till they sell youngsters for profits,
While we stand aside and look?
Some say it's just a part of it,
But I'm searching for my prayer book.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have,
Is Roland's wrongs,
Is Roland's wrongs,
Shaaaaba
"This is My
CountryCharlton" - The ImpressionsWe thought they'd never end
A bit of house
And only 14 chips.
A dodgy sofa,
A Belgium loafer
Empty seats
And only 2 per cent.
Choice one if you want RD out
You make it feel senseless
Like a damp Belgium waffle
Like the clubs no direction
Like we've lost all our pride
But you won't take my Charlton
Or the history around us
Well stand up against you
So get out of our club
Choice two if you just want them to change their ways...
You fill up my senses
Like anger and fury
Like an interim head coach
Like the inept Katrien
But we'll keep on protesting
Till you realise we're special
Our history's important
And you bring back Chris Powell ?
For Chris Powell you can add in "our Yann" or "our Curbs" or " Luzon!" ... I don't recommend the latter.
A group of football teams
He even gave us the next Sir Alex Fergie
We're weak at the back
Not much in attack
We're Charlton Athletic, we want our club back
He owned 6 football teams.
We had no players so we got some from the Belgians,
The first was alright,
The rest were all shiiiiiiite,
We all know, but Roland thinks he's right.
Or how about "Flyer me to the moon"
iiiiiiii Wonder if one day they will fck off and leave
Cause all the they do is chat shit, lie and deceive
Like a puppet on a stringggggggggggg
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Im Not fully in the 'out out' camp but my hopes and expectations for the club have changed
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?
Then join in the fight
That will give you the right to be free!
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!
Will you give all you can give
So that our banner may advance
Some will fall and some will live
Will you stand up and take your chance?
The blood of the martyrs
Will water the meadows of Charlton!
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes
Tune.
Also - you just posted a video from the film. That's almost flag worthy. :-)
For after everyone gives up:
There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and on
Empty Chairs at the Valley
No CAFC's dead and gone
Hear they talked of revolution
Here it was they wore their scarves
Ere they sang about tomorrow
But tomorrow never came
From the sofa in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
And I can hear them now
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On this lonely piece of turf at dawn
Oh my friends my friends forgive me
That cafc is dead and gone
There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and on
Phantom faces at the window
Of the lounge where lady T played
Empty Chairs at The Valley
Now my friends will meet no more
Oh my friends my friends don't ask me
who the fuck karel fraeye was
Empty Chairs at The Valley
Where my friends will sing no more
God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there
Chris is young
He's afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring Chris home
Bring Chris home
Bring Chris home.
He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son.
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old
And will be gone.
Bring him peace
Bring him joy
He is young
He is only a boy
You can take
You can give
Let him be
Let him live
If I die, let me die
Let him live
Bring Chris home
Bring Chris home
Bring Chris home.
Ok I know - move on!
Black the colour of campaign...
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One Day More
Another day another new head coach
This never ending road down to league one
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Sarrs, in your multitudes
there to be counted
all the dud signings
will flop at Charltoooon...
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At the end of the day she's a liar
That's all you can say for ms meire
It's a struggle it's a war
There's no communication that she's giving
One more day, watching her fail, what is it for
One day nearer to league one
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Look down, look down
Towards the bottom three