Mr Chairman, Can We Buy Lionel Messi?
Please can we buy Lionel Messi
he'd fill every seat in the ground
we could pay for him in instalments
I hear they'll sell for a billion pound.
I bet he'd love to come to Coventry
we could tempt him with a free Jaguar car
build him his very own castle or mansion
only the best for the Argentinian superstar.
Just think of all the trophies we'd win
the Premiership, Champions league, the F.A.Cup
us fans can celebrate for weeks on end
instead of beer Champagne we would all sup.
Yippee! He says he's desperate to come
because Coventry are his favourite English team
but sadly my excitement wasn't meant to last
when I discovered I was having a crazy dream.
Still I know this is never ever going to happen
but they say dreams can often come true
so if that's the case I'll carry on dreaming
until Lionel Messi proudly wears Coventry's Sky Blue!
poem by Kevin Halls
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A poem for Football lovers
Football can make you cry
it can also bring you joy
I've played and watched it
as a man and a small boy.
Football has great players
like the one and only Messi
the Argentinian is a genius
I wished he played for Coventry.
Football is the favourite sport
no other game comes anywhere near
in the U.K.it's the number one pastime
just beating fishing and drinking beer.
Football though can be an addiction
it can be on your mind all of the day
your thinking about goals, shots, and saves,
and even talking about it to God when you pray.
So long may Football be played on our planet
even though it has trouble along the way
but just think if there was no Football at all
us fans would have nothing to do on a Saturday!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Much Ado About Nothing
If all these great writers
were still alive in these days
I believe they'd be Soccer fans
and write about it in books and plays.
Shakespeare predicts a Winter of Discontent
after watching Coventry City play
performances that are Much Ado About Nothing
and a Comedy of Errors home and away.
Dickens writes about fans Great Expectations
for their team wearing Sky Blue
but alas he forsees a season of Hard Times
if they don't start picking up a point or two.
Victor Hugo says fans are feeling Les Miserables
with shoulders drooped like the Hunchback of Notre-Dame
while Orwell says they'd rather watch Big Brother
or stay in and read his book Animal Farm.
But Shakespeare tells us fans not to fret
he's not really writing off our football team
in fact he predicts a top six finish
because he saw it in a Midsummer Nights Dream!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Football Fans
We're Glenavon loyal true
Football fans in royal blue,
Hear us see us clap our hands
Hear us see us in the stands.
Saturday on football day
It's Mourneview park for for us,
Saturday the games away
We pile onto the bus.
We fly our flags big banner's long
Shout our voice we sing our song.
We're the best fans ever seen
All our pride play on the green.
Our team manager he's the man
Our team manager has a plan
The plans for all the team in blue
To win the league and see it through.
poem by Gerald Follis Lurgan
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The Locals Are The Premiers
Above the Local oval for twelve months will fly the Premiership flag
The Locals are the Premiers they can afford to brag
Down at the Footy Club they are celebrating and singing the Club song
The fans are in a party mood they will sing all night long.
The Locals are the Premiers the champion team this year
Their fans are celebrating they will drink heaps of beer
Since the final siren was blown today the fans have sung long and loud
The Local team have won the day and have done themselves proud.
Lets hear it for the Premiers a mighty hip hooray
The local football fans are cheering in this their greatest day
For the winners joy and the losers heartache that's life as some would say
Life has it's good and bad times and it has always been this way.
The local football team are Premiers and their fans celebrate
Two decades since the last flag was won but it was a worth the wait
The town pubs are in a festive mood they will party on all night
And down at the Football Club Rooms the fans whoop in delight.
poem by Francis Duggan
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El-messiah'!
'El-messiah'!
And today the elohim of the football world is Messi;
Who plays for Barcelona.
'El-messiah'!
And they all want the jersey from Messi;
For, the world now sees him as the messiah in the football game.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Post Grand Final Day
For the winners many weeks of hip hip hooray
And the feeling of joy with their fans months does stay
But for one to win one must lose as some do say
And for the losers only sadness post Grand Final Day.
And since winning is what only does seem to count
Gallant in defeat to little does seem to amount
The joy in victory is always sweet
There is never any glory in defeat.
Those uninterested in sports say football is just a game
That who wins or who loses life goes on the same
But those who support football clubs never see it that way
They do get quite excited watching their team play.
To play in a Grand Final is many a boy's dream
And be a champion player in a Premiership Team
But on post Grand Final day only the winners celebrate
And for their victory their fans say 'twas well worth the wait.
poem by Francis Duggan
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This Is The Football Season
This is the football Season it is that time of year
When men in the pub talk football as they enjoy their beer
And look forward to September when one club will fly the winner's flag
The team that wins the Premiership gives their fans the right to brag.
Their wives nicknamed the footy widows their husbands at the football club
Or after work talking football with their mates down at the local pub
They take football so seriously 'tis their passion in life
The footy fan loves his football club as much as his children or his wife.
And if their team lose at the weekend they feel and look so sad
What's known as football addiction they seem to have it bad
They feel sad for their football team and the chance of four premiership points gone
But they cheer up and look forward to next weekend's game as the working week wears on.
This is the football Season football has gone to their head
And their football scarves and beanies they even wear to bed
About their team they feel so passionate as if to them it did belong
And 'tis with delight and pride in victory that they sing the club song.
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Another Football Season Ending
Another football season coming to an end
not even the play offs to look forward to
still that's becoming the norm
when you support my team in Sky Blue.
But my loyalty is always going to be there
and I'm proud to be a Coventry City fan
turning up to all of the home games
and as many away matches as I can.
We'll all be miserable throughout the summer
with no interest in Cricket or Wimbledon
too busy thinking about next season
than lying on a beach in the sun.
But I'll put myself through it all again
as I have done for so many years
hoping that next season is going to be great
but knowing it'll probably end up in tears!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Betty Breaks Football Fans Hearts
It was love at first sight
a match made in heaven
I couldn't have been happier
had my team scored seven.
I was at an away match
enjoying a half-time pie
when I heard singing
that brought a tear to my eye.
There was this beautiful woman
wearing the colours of my team
she was singing my favourite song
surely I thought this must be a dream?
But no this was really happening
and she was standing next to me
then all of sudden she stopped
and said 'Hello my name is Betty.'
Her voice had melted my heart
and my life changed that day
we pledged we'd be together forever
and never miss a game home or away.
But sadly it wasn't meant to last
and Betty fell in love with another man
she went to a match on her own
and ran away with a Liverpool fan.
But I'll always remember Betty
even though she broke my heart in two
but the last time I heard about her
she'd had flings with fans of Leeds and Crewe!
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Crazy (A Suitable Case For Treatment)
Can you help me
Help me get out of this place
Slow sedation
Ain't my style ain't my face
Givin? me a number
Nine, seven, eight
Gimme back my name
Crazy
But I don't think that I can see
You can hear them
Only talkin? at me
Livin? on the outside
Lookin? inside to be free
Feel so good for awhile
You don't know why
Cry while you lie
You are true...you are true...you are true
Save me
Is there nothing that I can use
Please believe me
Am I conforming to your views
Promise you anything
Watch me cryin? out to you
Gimme back my name
Let me make my statement
(lead)
Crazy.....crazy.....crazy.....crazy
Crazy.....a suitable case for treatment
Crazy,crazy......just a suitable case for treatment
Crazy,crazy
Crazy....crazy.....crazy......etc.
Written by: (mccafferty, agnew, charlton, sweet)
Produced by: john punter
Engineered by: callum macolm
Recorded at castle sound studios, pencaitland, scotland
song performed by by Nazareth
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The more wild and incredible your desire, the more willing and prompt God is in fulfilling it, if you will have it so.
quote by Coventry Patmore
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A Retrospect
I, trusting that the truly sweet
Would still be sweetly found the true,
Sang, darkling, taught by heavenly heat,
Songs which were wiser than I knew.
To the unintelligible dream
That melted like a gliding star,
I said: ‘We part to meet, fair Gleam!
You are eternal, for you are.’
To Love's strange riddle, fiery writ
In flesh and spirit of all create,
‘Mocker,’ I said, ‘of mortal wit,
Me you shall not mock. I can wait.’
poem by Coventry Patmore
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Where Is Love
(lionel bart)
Where is love?
Does it fall from skies above?
Is it underneath the willow tree
That Ive been dreaming of?
Where is she?
Who I close my eyes to see?
Will I ever know the sweet hello
Thats meant for only me?
Who can say where she may hide
Must I travel far and wide
til I am beside
That someone who
I can mean something to?
Where... where... is love?
Will I ever know the sweet hello
Thats meant for only me
(repeat 3rd stanza)
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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Bare assed Godiva
Rode the streets of Coventry
Wish I was a horse
Crazy
Can you help me
Help me get out of this place
Slow sedation
Aint my style aint my face
Givin?me a number
Nine, seven, eight
Gimme back my name
Crazy
But i dont think that i can see
You can hear them
Only talkin?at me
Livin?on the outside
Lookin?inside to be free
Feel so good for awhile
You dont know why
Cry while you lie
You are true...you are true...you are true
Save me
Is there nothing that i can use
Please believe me
Am i conforming to your views
Promise you anything
Watch me cryin?out to you
Gimme back my name
Let me make my statement
(lead)
Crazy.....crazy.....crazy.....crazy
Crazy.....a suitable case for treatment
Crazy,crazy......just a suitable case for treatment
Crazy,crazy
Crazy....crazy.....crazy......etc.
Written by: (mccafferty, agnew, charlton, sweet)
Produced by: john punter
Engineered by: callum macolm
Recorded at castle sound studios, pencaitland, scotland
song performed by by Nazareth
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The Gunslinger
He liked to walk around town
dressed up like his hero John Wayne
he would say 'Howdy pardners'
but us kids were told he was insane.
On his head he wore a big Cowboy hat
a toy pistol hung down by his side
'I'm the fastest gun in the West, he'd say
so you Injuns better run away and hide.'
My Mum said he wasn't the full ticket
meaning he was simple and not very bright
but I thought he was a proper Cowboy
who was on his way to a real gunfight.
'Where you tied up your Horse? '
some people would sarcastically say
but the Cowboy would calmly reply,
' I came here on the Iron Horse today.'
So he wasn't a real Cowboy just an eccentric
who was no more a Gunslinger than me
but he never meant anybody any harm
he was just a pretend Cowboy from Coventry!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Dreaming A Dream
Dreaming of a dream
A dream were skies are blue oceans are clear and life scared
Dreaming of dream
were a dream of peace and love rule and hate is a myth
Dreaming of a dream
having food for all, and all not thirst
Dreaming of a dream
Dreaming of a dream
were skin color is just that, us all just one
Dreaming a dream
no pain, war the only true crime
Dreaming a dream
were the rich give, and the poor have a chance
Dreaming a dream
Dreaming a dream
were we can look on a future of happiness'
Dreaming a dream
were the children are the future
Dream a dream
were lives are fullfilled, and getting old is not a bad thing
Dreaming a dream
World wonderess, happy, clean, perfect
Dreaming a dream
poem by Vincent Armone
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To him that waits all things reveal themselves, provided that he has the courage not to deny, in the darkness, what he has seen in the light.
quote by Coventry Patmore
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The Revelation
An idle poet, here and there,
Looks around him; but, for all the rest,
The world, unfathomably fair,
Is duller than a witling's jest.
Love wakes men, once a lifetime each;
They lift their heavy lids, and look;
And, lo, what one sweet page can teach,
They read with joy, then shut the book.
And some give thanks, and some blaspheme
And most forget; but, either way,
That and the Child's unheeded dream
Is all the light of all their day.
poem by Coventry Patmore
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The Kiss
'I saw you take his kiss!' ''Tis true.'
'O, modesty!' ' 'Twas strictly kept:
He thought me asleep; at least I knew
He thought I thought he thought I slept.'
poem by Coventry Patmore
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