Fire-men
I feel something
Something is rushing straight to me
Not the runner, nor the falling rock-climber
But a round flying object－ yes, a football
I have no enough time to run away, I’ll be hit
But it stops－ thanks to the iron net before me
I, angrily, try to see from the holes of net
About six men, wearing blue clothes of football
Printed with Congshan Fire Brigade
They are practicing shooting
By shooting a small metal plate
Tied tightly on the net
Every time when they kick the ball, they shout
Two words－ but I cannot hear them clearly
One by one, when they hit the target
They cheer, and again kick, hit and shout
As the triumph over the mountain-fire
Caused by a cigarette butt last year
Year in year out, they fight against fire
Honorably, even when they play football
The courage, the braveness, the fire
Flying with the ball, hitting the plate
Yes they win! Finally I hear what they shout
As what is written on that plate: NO SOMKING
poem by Kavin Fang
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In The Local Football Oval
In the floodlight lit football oval each weeknight after tea
I hear the young men shouting as they train diligently
As their coach puts them through their training drills their exuberance I hear
They sprint about in the chill night air in the coldest time of year.
Some of the young players under twenty they have their dreams of fame
That they yet may become famous in Australia's only indigenous game
To play in an Australian Football League Grand final would be a dream come true
A dream that's dreamt by many and realized by only a few.
In the well lit football oval they kick ball and sprint around
And in their endeavour to become match fit they cover miles of ground
And they perform push ups and pull ups and natural muscle in this way they gain
For one cannot expect sporting success if for success you do not train.
In the local football oval where dreams are born and die
The shoutings of the young men echoes to the starry sky
In the chill evening air of late Autumn you hear them cheer and shout
As they race through the oval and chase the ball about.
I hear them every evening from six thirty till after eight
In the local football oval five hundred metres from my front gate
The town's young budding football stars not quite yet in their prime
And they dream of sporting greatness that will withstand the test of time.
poem by Francis Duggan
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EURO-The Football Spirit
What's a ball without a kick
That's almost how we try and trick
Like mountaineers with cold food
We are always down with a football shoot
Craving for the last minute bounce
We end up blowing the goalie down
Football's what we need
Football's what we breathe
That's what we crave for and
That's what we live for
It's the time, it's the year
Only 42 days and we'll clear
the EURO waves and kick it start
with some rocking glory
to end it up with the EURO trophy.
poem by Taanya Khanna
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Football
I'm a football baby,
Rollin' round the field.
I've been passed and fumbled,
Till I don't know what I feel.
Everybody's the same,
They're all footballs too.
Setting up the big play
And trying to score.
I'm a football baby
In a football game
I'm a football baby
Run--kick
Life's a football game,
As every chump and champ knows.
We don't touch, we collide,
Till we're worn out inside.
We're kicking each other,
Right where it hurts,
Setting up the big play,
And trying to score.
I'm a football baby,
In a football game
I'm a football baby,
I'm a football baby,
In a football game
I'm a football baby,
Block--pass
I'm a football baby,
In a football game
I'm a football baby,
Run---kick---hit---goal .
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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I'm A Fan
It’s football season again
I hope my team does well this year
Football season again
I’m a fan
It’s football season again
Spread that ball across the field
Football season again
I’m a fan
Through the cold and the rain
I’ll be there at the game
A voice screaming to be heard
I’ll cry sometimes, sometimes I’ll smile
As my voice echoes through the crowd
I’m a fan, I’m a fan, I’m a fan
It’s football season again
I hope my team does well this year
Football season again
I’m a fan
It’s football season again
Tackle hard and play it fair
Football season again
I’m a fan
And at the end of the year
We’ll be dressed in the gear
As they turn to salute the crowd
And we’ll stand with pride
‘Cause they’re our side
And we’ll sing their praises loud
We’re the fans, We’re the fans, We’re the fans
Copyright Colin Coplin 2004 / 2010
poem by Colin Coplin
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Another Football Season
Another Football Season has just commenced having said so just the same
A lot of hype and excitement about a field game
For many from their life problems a relief of sorts
Suppose that's why the establishments created sports.
Some things do seem to change little from year to year
Of football fans discussing football one often does hear
They talk of their Club as if the Club they did own
'Tis from people like them that Football Clubs are grown.
They talk of team ratings and player stats and of last weekend's best on ground
And of who their team are due to play in the next round
And the forward with a goal for the taking who kicked a behind
Next week with the seconds a place he may not find.
Another Football Season commencing the barracker's wife
She does feel neglected but then such is life
He knows about Football and the words of the Club song
And his heart to the Club it does surely belong.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Football Fan
They love their football team
their loyalty is never in doubt
they rarely ever miss a match
from the stands they scream and shout.
Even when the teams playing poor
and their favourite player is off key
that will never stop them from going
as the ground is where they want to be.
Football is always on their minds
they think about it night and day
non football fans think they must be crazy
watching men kicking a ball home and away.
Relationships can become strained and tense
as football takes the leading role
partners can become irritable and even jealous
when the fan talks for hours about a wonder goal.
The fan even dreams of football in their sleep
shouting out and butting the pillow with their head
they jump up and down as if they've scored a goal
and kick their partner out of the bed.
Yes the football fan is a breed apart
slightly eccentric and a thick skinned soul
when all that matters to them in life
is seeing their favourite player score a winning goal!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Solve Et Coagula
Fire, fire
I dissolve and solidify,
Destroy to recreate,
Disassemble to assemble something pure,
Our rubic sol-ve-et-co-ag-u-la
Kill to be born again, cycled a thousand times
Fire, planetary alchemy,
Fire, the time is here now
Fire, four corners to rise
Fire rise!
Fire, theres always loss within,
Fire, the cleansing its time
Fire, shooting arrows to the sky
Fire
I construct a new institution
Not out of bricks, iron, cement, concrete
Or steel
Our rubic sol-ve-et-co-ag-u-la
Distill to purify,
Weve done it a thousand times
Fire, planetary alchemy,
Fire, the time is here now
Fire, four corners to rise
Fire rise!
Fire, theres always loss within,
Fire, the cleansing its time
Fire, shooting arrows to the sky
Fire
Burn, bleed all the lives of life, ascend to
The sky
Burn, all the martyrs
Fire, planetary alchemy,
Fire, the time is here now
Fire, four corners to rise
Fire rise!
Fire, theres always loss within,
Fire, the cleansing its time
Fire, shooting arrows to the sky
Fire
song performed by by Mudvayne
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Shout It Out
Why are you so frightened - were getting in the mood
Body breaking volume - we are loud and rude
Laser piercing lighting - megasonic sound
The first day of your lesson - upheaval in the ground
Were forging straight ahead now - its not a dream
Never ever lose the power - were as hard as steel
Dont you feel the fire - the burning in your soul
Just come and join the fantasy - it will make you free
So cut the crap out - its for you
Feel so damn proud - of this rocking crew
Well break the world down - tear up all the rules
Reality is clear now - the future is for you
So shout it out - just let it out
So shout it out - as loud as you can
So shout it out - just let it out
So shout it out - as loud as we all can
Nows the final showdown - its time to be released
Our weapons are so deadly - were armed up to the teeth
Electrostatic soundwaves - you cannot hide
Gonna execute our metal shock - straight between the eyes
Bridge
Chorus
Shout - shout - shout - shout
Shout - shout - shout - shout
Chorus
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Football - The most beautiful game
After stepping into the field
there is no way out
even before you start the game
you hear the fans shout
The players then sings their anthem
its football......
the most beautiful game.....
And when the whistle blows
the crowd starts their roar
in the 90 tensed minutes
the players got to score
Football is friendly only in name
because friendliness is not meant for football....
the most beautiful game....
So when the hard tackles go in
and injured fellow goes out
the crowd becomes furious
and starts to shout
Even after breaking one's leg
there seems to be no shame
because its football....
the most beautiful game....
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.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Saintly Sin
There was a man dressed shabbily
in church in the same old pew.
He sat there piously and pretended to pray
but knew what he would do.
He waited patiently for the collection plate
to pass him in the pew.
He made the effort to stop the plate
and this is what he'd do.
He'd place a penny in the plate
and take two quarters out.
And as he left he'd smiled a lot
and you would hear him shout
Hallelujah Lord.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Shout
Shout shout
Im shoutin about the world outside
Im shoutin because you just cant hide
Im shoutin from the plain honest truth
Im shoutin theres so much we could do
Shout Im shoutin shoutin shoutin
Im shoutin because its hard to believe
Im shoutin its so easy to see
Im shoutin were waitin for a reply
Im shoutin for the very last time
Shout well baby this ones for you
Shout for everything that you do
Shout until the battle is won
Shout well live to fight on and on
And when you add it all together
And when you roll it in a ball
And when you watch another pyramid
As its about to fall
Remember you were there
Remember if you care
All those who held their ground
When it all came down
Said shout shout
Shout it out
song performed by by Devo
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Club Football
Roaring and shouting dominating the air
Boys rushing down the street
Every attention towards a centre alone
Discussion and arguments consuming the scene
As if programmed, silence appeared at kick off
Its champions league again!
Gentlemen seated glued to the TV
Some standing for late coming
Others outside for insufficient fund
Everybody watching with tension
Hoisting as the time amplifies
That’s the drill for the game
Just as the mind thirst for entertainment
It quest for their club to win through
Tipping it for the cup
Believing in them even with flops
And preparing for the shout
Only at a goal
As sign of real fan
They jolly to celebrate victory for their club
Losers stand by theirs
Ready to die for it
But what is worth dying for if not football?
And if football, club football….
poem by sholadoye Dada
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Shout
[Intro]
Hear you shout
Dutty then a tell them once again yow!
Sly them a tell them once again hey yow!
Sean Paul and we a tell them once again
Taxi haffi set the new trend
Yow!
[Verse 1]
Kick up the bass up and make I bun up the place up
Make i pick up the pace up and make them wine up them waist up
We them want fi erase up but we style them embrace up
But them cant stop the music so great up weh we create up
Me say year onto year me haffi a tell them straight up
Man a no punk
Man a no fool
Definite we sent no bait up
Unu fi listen to the lyrics pon de riddim weh we state up
If you love how we sound let me see you hand then wave up
[Chorus]
Cho
Me want fi hear you shout shout shout
From you love the lyrics coming out me mouth mouth mouth
No doubt we got the street respect
And you know say that it never counterfeit yet
Vibes weh you get
[x2]
[Verse 2]
We block it and rock it and make them just cant forgot it
When we chat it we lock it and now we see them a follow back it
Then want fi copycat it but we a top a top it
Them no want fi see we clock it neither fi see we chop it
Them use it and fuse that a de history of we music
When we fan them a choose it should never let them abuse it
Them a try fi confuse it like them want fi lose it
But all weh them a gwaan we still deh ya boost it
Just turn up the treble and the bass make it play
Party non-stop from a night till day
And no matter weh the hypocrite and critic them a say
Reggae music deh ya fi stay
Weh me go so then
[Chorus]
Cho
Me want fi hear you shout shout shout
From you love the lyrics coming out me mouth mouth mouth
No doubt we got the street respect
And you know say that it never counterfeit yet
Vibes weh you get
[X2]
[Repeat all]
song performed by by Sean Paul
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Shout (Street Respect)
[Intro]
Hear you shout
Dutty then a tell them once again yow!
Sly them a tell them once again hey yow!
Sean Paul and we a tell them once again
Taxi haffi set the new trend
Yow!
[Verse 1]
Kick up the bass up and make I bun up the place up
Make i pick up the pace up and make them wine up them waist up
We them want fi erase up but we style them embrace up
But them cant stop the music so great up weh we create up
Me say year onto year me haffi a tell them straight up
Man a no punk
Man a no fool
Definite we sent no bait up
Unu fi listen to the lyrics pon de riddim weh we state up
If you love how we sound let me see you hand then wave up
[Chorus]
Cho
Me want fi hear you shout shout shout
From you love the lyrics coming out me mouth mouth mouth
No doubt we got the street respect
And you know say that it never counterfeit yet
Vibes weh you get
[x2]
[Verse 2]
We block it and rock it and make them just cant forgot it
When we chat it we lock it and now we see them a follow back it
Then want fi copycat it but we a top a top it
Them no want fi see we clock it neither fi see we chop it
Them use it and fuse that a de history of we music
When we fan them a choose it should never let them abuse it
Them a try fi confuse it like them want fi lose it
But all weh them a gwaan we still deh ya boost it
Just turn up the treble and the bass make it play
Party non-stop from a night till day
And no matter weh the hypocrite and critic them a say
Reggae music deh ya fi stay
Weh me go so then
[Chorus]
Cho
Me want fi hear you shout shout shout
From you love the lyrics coming out me mouth mouth mouth
No doubt we got the street respect
And you know say that it never counterfeit yet
Vibes weh you get
[X2]
[Repeat all]
song performed by by Sean Paul
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Football Is Round
A shooting ball is swooshing;
People in globe are watching.
On a sudden
Hails of cheers, vales of tears.
At losers' silence, winners're proud
Football is round.
In the humming of vuvuzel
Behind yellow and red card
All pass in the eyes of eagle
Nothing is impossible.
Football is round
For entertaining goal.
poem by Louisa Dai
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Shout It Out Loud
Well, the nights begun and you want some fun
Do you think youre gonna find it (think youre gonna find it)
You got to treat yourself like number one
Do you need to be reminded (need to be reminded)
It doesnt matter what you do or say
Just forget the things that youve been told
We cant do it any other way
Everybodys got to rock and roll, whoo, oh, oh
Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud
Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud
If you dont feel good, theres a way you could
Dont sit there broken hearted (sit there broken hearted)
Call all your friends in the neighborhood
And get the party started (get the party started)
Dont let em tell you that theres too much noise
Theyre too old to really understand
Youll still get rowdy with the girls and boys
cause its time for you to take a stand, yeah, yeah
Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud
Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud
Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud
Youve got to have a party
Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud
Turn it up louder
Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud
Everybody shout it now
Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud
Oh yeah
Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud
Hear it gettin louder
Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud
And everybody shout it now
Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud
song performed by by Kiss
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Kick the Ball
Kick the ball and score a goal! !
For that's all about football;
Because the goals are much important than,
Those who played the best match!
And like the 'Women Football World Cup' as seen on our screens,
For 2011 took the game to Germany.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fire In The Basement
(blackmore/glover/turner/lord/paice) 4.43
I came round to your front door, your back door was locked
Pushed your button, rang your bell, you didnt hear me knock
I saw your window open wide, so I crawled inside
I ran to the top floor, but you were on the ground
I was on my way up and you were going down
Fire in the basement
Burn me up, scream and shout
Theres fire in the basement
Only you can put it out
This strange sensation that Im going through
Sweet infatuation when I get next to you
I know what it takes to be a man, you understand
cause when the sparks start flying youll never be the same
You know Ill hate to leave you girl but Im so glad I came
Fire in the basement
Burn me up, scream and shout
Fire in the basement
Only you can put it out
Smoky eyes burning bright
Innocence lost, satisfy my appetite
Surrender to the flame, whats your name
Lets get down to business, how can you refuse
Give this boy a helping hand, come on light my fuse
song performed by by Deep Purple
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My Nan wants a game!
My Nan just loves her football
she goes to games every week
but she wants to play as well
saying she's strong and in her peak.
But Nan your in your eighties
and your about six stone wet
you have got two dodgy knees
so how can you put a ball in the net.
Your eyes aren't as sharp these days
and you can't walk without your stick
your out of puff walking up your stairs
so a football you'd struggle to kick.
But she's bought herself a pair of boots
and a nice new shiny football kit
all she needs is a team to play for
as her doctor says she's ready and fit.
So keep an eye out for a white haired lady
the oldest footballer playing the game
she'll be easy to spot on the pitch
as she'll be the one with the Zimmer frame!
poem by Kevin Halls
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