The Forgotten Years

[Ghost of Punt Road]

To paraphrase the Great Bald Bard:



Few of the sins of the coaches, are visited upon the sons
Hearts have been hard, our hands have been clenched in a fist too long
Our players will never be premiers, their race is all but run.
These are the years between

These are the years that were fought and fought and not won
Contracts torn at the edges, old signatures stained with tears
Seasons with Krakouer and Tivvers , these should be forgotten years
Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics
How many dreams remain? this is a feeling too strong to contain

The ’16 a game’ years, the ‘run-and-carry’ years, the ‘cherry-ripe’ years, the fallen years
These should be forgotten years
The spoon years, the ninth years, the desperate and divided years
We will not remember, these should be forgotten years

Our bottom-line was pillaged, our club was in flames
This is the Casey we suffered, this is a feeling too strong to contain
Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics
Signatures stained with tears, whose left as members?
We’ve got to drink not to remember

The hardest...
Forsaking aching breaking years, the time and tested heartbreak years
We should forget the Wallace years
The blinded years, the binded years, the desperate and divided years
These should be forgotten years

 

[Brodders17]

you say that now. you'll run for the board using your popularity. you'll get on the board tho are suddenly you'll go quiet. you'll have nothing to say on pettifer and polak where once you were very vocal. yes you might reform with your band for a special event, but the words will ring hollow then.

 

[TigerForce]

To paraphrase the Great Bald Bard:



Few of the sins of the coaches, are visited upon the sons
Hearts have been hard, our hands have been clenched in a fist too long
Our players will never be premiers, their race is all but run.
These are the years between

These are the years that were fought and fought and not won
Contracts torn at the edges, old signatures stained with tears
Seasons with Krakouer and Tivvers , these should be forgotten years
Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics
How many dreams remain? this is a feeling too strong to contain

The ’16 a game’ years, the ‘run-and-carry’ years, the ‘cherry-ripe’ years, the fallen years
These should be forgotten years
The spoon years, the ninth years, the desperate and divided years
We will not remember, these should be forgotten years

Our bottom-line was pillaged, our club was in flames
This is the Casey we suffered, this is a feeling too strong to contain
Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics
Signatures stained with tears, whose left as members?
We’ve got to drink not to remember

The hardest...
Forsaking aching breaking years, the time and tested heartbreak years
We should forget the Wallace years
The blinded years, the binded years, the desperate and divided years
These should be forgotten years

Well done Ghost. It's a great song from a great band.

Maybe another Oils song relating to our club should be Power & the Passion ;D