Bleed Black and Red

By Charlie Thomson

(These rap lyrics have been penned by Charlie Thompson,  a member of a renowned hip-hop crew called The Winnie Coopers and Essendon fan. It was written last week before Saturday’s triumph.)

 

To our boys who play this grand old game
it’s a shame it used to be glory and fame
but now it’s a story and passing the blame
and the players and the club have to clear their name

 

What we need is some education not sensation
and find truth amidst these accusations
I do know it’s a media farce
and Mark Richutto can kiss my arse

 

The windy hill breeze chills me to the marrow
When the people on trial should be journalists like Caro
Write a headline, not what we need to know
And pull strings like Gepetto and Demetriou

 

If we’re stripped of the points there’ll be tears
Cause for Dons’ fans, it’s been a long thirteen years
We’ve just the coaching staff right
After repairing the mess left by Matthew Knights

 

Stay true, listen to the facts
My blood’s not blue, I bleed red and black
Separate the fans from the fakes
I stand by my club, whatever it takes

 

Stay true listen to the facts
My blood’s not blue, I bleed red and black
Separate the fans from the fakes
I stand by Hird, whatever he takes

 

 

 

Comments

  1. daniel flesch says:

    Nice attempt , Charlie , but the line about journalists like Caro should be the ones on trial is rubbish . There are also plenty of people who would argue Mattew Knighjts was sabotaged from the start. While you’ve written in fun i urge you to think carefully before slagging off people who are doing their jobs as best they can. Cheers.

  2. Pamela Sherpa says:

    Love it Charlie.
    The brilliant thing about all the drama this year is that the adversity has inspired and toughened us up. When the dust settles the club will be fortified by the whole affair.

  3. OMG it’s found to be true
    They’ve sniffed every thing including glue
    Where do we hide who do we sack
    It’s getting real hard to be Red & Black

  4. Malcolm Ashwood says:

    The wrap above has got iy spot on surely there are intelligent Footy and Essendon Supporters out there disgusted at what Hird and his cronies have done to our Great Game Hurry up and take your Punishment !

  5. Sean Gorman says:

    Nothing to rhyme with peptide??

    perhaps this may help :

    http://www.vevo.com/watch/robin-thicke/blurred-lines-unrated-version/USUV71300526

  6. Basso Divor says:

    I received the below song parody as an email this morning. Unfortunately there is no credit given to the author:

    My Essendon Lie – By James Hird

    (Sung To the tune of American Pie)

    [Intro]

    A long, long time ago

    I can still remember how Shane Charters used to make me smile

    And I knew if I had my chance

    That I could make my players dance

    And maybe they’d be stronger for a while

    But 2013 made me shiver

    With every paper that was delivered

    Barratt on my doorstep

    I couldn’t take one more step

    I can’t remember if I cried

    When I read about how they proved I lied

    But something touched me deep inside

    The day my fiction, died

    [Chorus]

    So bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie

    Took my Bombers to the top, and built up our pride

    And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide

    Singin’ “No-one will ever know that we lied

    No-one will ever know that we lied”

    [Verse 1]

    Did you write the book of push & shove

    And do you have faith in Demetriou above

    If the AFL tells you so?

    Now do you believe in 9604,

    And how drugs save your football soul

    And can you teach me how to inject real slow?

    Well, you know that I was in love with Dank

    Since I saw him injectin’ out the back

    We both beefed up our tans

    To show off to all our fans

    I was a lonely rookie coachin’ buck

    With a Brownlow medal and a million bucks

    But I knew I was out of luck

    The day they found I lied

    [Chorus]

    I started singin’ bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie

    Took my Bombers to the top, but then our hamstrings died

    And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide

    Singin’ “Hope they never find out we lied

    Hope they never find out we lied”

    [Verse 2]

    Now for ten games we’ve been out on our own

    With hidden texts on my mobile phone

    But that’s not how it used to be

    When the rumours came that we weren’t clean

    When in truth we were as high as James Dean

    “But the drugs came from Dank, not me”

    And while me, the king, was counting cash

    ASADA found my hidden stash

    The courtroom was adjourned

    Until the ASADA verdict was returned

    And while Sam Newman read a book from FARC

    The media stakeout in the park

    And we injected in the dark

    The day our dreams died

    [Chorus]

    We were singin’ bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie

    Took my Bombers to the top, but no-one knew why

    And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide

    Singin’ “Do you think that the media has spied?

    Do you think that the media has spied?”

    [Verse 3]

    Helter skelter in a winter swelter

    The wheels fell off in another belter

    Eighth place now and falling fast

    Another player lying on the grass

    A hamstring sprung trying a short pass

    Another player on the sidelines in a cast

    Now the premiership air is sweet perfume

    While Meatloaf sings an awful tune

    We’d all love the September dance

    Oh, but we’ll never get the chance

    ‘Cause if the players try to take the field

    Will ASADA refuse to yield?

    Will we ever really know what was revealed

    The day my dream died?

    [Chorus]

    We were singin’ bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie

    Took my Bombers to the top, but then David Evans cried

    And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide

    Singin’ “ASADA’s looking and I’d better go hide

    ASADA’s looking and I’d better go hide.”

    Oh, and there we were all in one place

    An entire season lost in space

    With no chance left to start again

    So come on, Jobe be nimble, Jobe be quick

    Watson sat “On the Couch” real quick

    (‘Cause Roosy is the Demon’s only friend)

    Oh, and as I watched him on the stage

    My hands were clenched in fists of rage

    No angel born in Hell

    Could break that Roosy spell

    And as the ratings climbed high into the night

    To light the sacrificial rite

    I saw Roosy laughing with delight

    That’s when, they knew, I lied

    He was singin’ bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie

    Took my Bombers to the top, but our success was a lie

    And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide

    Singin’ “Now our premiership dreams are fried

    Now our premiership dreams are fried ”

    I asked my girl who hates the Blues

    And I asked her for some happy news

    But she just smiled and turned away

    I went down to the AFL store

    Where they all loved me years before

    But the man there said that finals, we wouldn’t play

    And in Bay 13, the Bombers screamed

    The Magpies cried and the Hawks all dreamed

    But not a word was spoken

    The servers all were broken

    And the three men I admire most

    The Demetriou, The Dank and the Charters Ghost

    They caught the last train for the coast

    The day they’d found I’d lied

    And they were singin’ bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie

    Took my Bombers to the top, but then our hamstrings died

    And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide

    Singin’ “I can’t believe they found out we lied

    About ever having seen a peptide”

    [Chorus]

    They were singin’ bye-bye, to my Essendon Lie

    Took my Bombers to the top, but then our hamstrings died

    And my good old boys injectin’ another peptide

    Singin’ “I can’t believe they found out we lied”

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