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The Racecourse Reds and Blues

Chris Rogers

Tuesday, November 4th, 2003

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Horses don’t run any more,
But we’ve seen a few donkeys since then.
There’s lions and wolves at the door,
Bees making honey again.
Pirates are searching for treasure,
Pilgrims are saying their prayers,
Lilywhites chatter, they’re madder than hatters
And bluebirds greet swans on the stairs.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 My father should shoulder the blame,
For starting me off on this way.
It’s never been glory or fame
That brings me back day after day.
Obsession was born in the 60s,
Never was broken again,
A lifetime of pity began with York City,
A nothing-each draw in the rain.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 When robins fly high on the wings of a song,
Voices are raised, passion is strong.
We know in our hearts that it’s there we belong,
The Racecourse reds and blues,
Racecourse reds and blues.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But where would we be without dreams?
Sometimes they even come true.
When heroes take life as it seems
And make it exciting and new.
The Mickeys, the Dixies and Joeys,
The Arfons, the Psychos and Mays
Can make immortality out of reality
And brighten the darkest of days.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 When robins fly high on the wings of a song,
Voices are raised, passion is strong.
We know in our hearts that it’s there we belong,
The Racecourse reds and blues,
Racecourse reds and blues.

Notes

Written as a song lyric and came 2nd. in the Edinburgh Folk Club songwriting competition, 2000. If anyone wants to hear the song, please contact me by e-mail and I’ll send you a cd – you could also check out www.ngcb.u-net.com/chris.htm, if you like.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-racecourse-reds-and-blues/