Attendance at Monties v Eton Manor

[BOROMAN]

Echo said it was 183....... must be an error surley?

[Brewerytown]

Heard its been confirmed, and dont call me shirley.

[Jenko]

We have already discussed this on another post. God you Rumfordians. Thats the problem with your geriatric support....dementia.

[smallsy]

thats the second big attendance they have had on a monday. remember stansted for their first home game???

 

i would imagine the attendance had something to do with eton manor being back in london????????

[Brewerytown]

Sorry, who are you again

[coupwotcoup]

Originally Posted By: Jenko

We have already discussed this on another post. God you Rumfordians. Thats the problem with your geriatric support....dementia.

...but a) we have support and we have a club... have a nice day....

[smallsy]

thanks for coming jenko haha

[MCP]

actually jenko does have a point about our older supporters forgetting things

[Jenko]

Originally Posted By: coupwotcoup

Originally Posted By: Jenko

We have already discussed this on another post. God you Rumfordians. Thats the problem with your geriatric support....dementia.

...but a) we have support and we have a club... have a nice day....

Thanks for the munch Zimmerman!

[smallsy]

well its quiet enough fck me!!!!!! i need some banter to get the long service

[coupwotcoup]

Make it all up as you go...you never normally have any problems...

[luckypinkpants]

 

" Thanks for the munch Zimmerman! "

 

Is that Robert Zimmerman?

[smallsy]

ok coup im nearly there now

[Jenko]

Originally Posted By: luckypinkpants

" Thanks for the munch Zimmerman! "

Is that Robert Zimmerman?

No Bob Dylan....

[coupwotcoup]

Originally Posted By: smallsy

ok coup im nearly there now

why, you knocking one out again??

[luckypinkpants]

Originally Posted By: Jenko

Originally Posted By: luckypinkpants

" Thanks for the munch Zimmerman! "

Is that Robert Zimmerman?

No Bob Dylan....

Didn't the 'dame' write a song about him or was it lou reed or both?

[coupwotcoup]

The Dame sure did...

 

Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman

I wrote a song for you

About a strange young man

called Dylan

With a voice like sand and glue

His words of truthful vengeance

They could pin us to the floor

Brought a few more people on

And put the fear in a whole lot more

 

Ah, Here she comes

Here she comes

Here she comes again

The same old painted lady

From the brow of a superbrain

She'll scratch this world to pieces

As she comes on like a friend

But a couple of songs

From your old scrapbook

Could send her home again

 

You gave your heart to every bedsit room

At least a picture on my wall

And you sat behind a million pair of eyes

And told them how they saw

Then we lost your train of thought

The paintings are all your own

While troubles are rising

We'd rather be scared

Together than alone

 

Ah, Here she comes...[etc.]

 

Now hear this Robert Zimmerman

Though I don't suppose we'll meet

Ask your good friend Dylan

If he'd gaze a while

down the old street

Tell him we've lost his poems

So they're writing on the walls

Give us back our unity

Give us back our family

You're every nation's refugee

Don't leave us with their sanity

 

Ah, Here she comes....[etc.]

 

[luckypinkpants]

All Hunky Dory thanks coup

[luckypinkpants]

Queen Bitch" (aka Lou Reed)

 

I'm up on the eleventh floor

And I'm watching the cruisers below

He's down on the street

And he's trying hard

to pull sister Flo

My heart's in the basement

My weekend's at an all time low

 

'Cause she's hoping to score

So I can't see her

letting him go

Walk out of her heart

Walk out of her mind

 

[CHORUS]

She's so swishy in her satin and tat

In her frock coat

and bipperty-bopperty hat

Oh God, I could do better than that

 

She's an old-time ambassador

Of sweet talking, night walking games

And she's known in the darkest clubs

For pushing ahead of the dames

If she says she can do it

Then she can do it,

she don't make false claims

But she's a Queen,

and such are queens

That your laughter

is sucked in their brains

Now she's leading him on

And she'll lay him right down

But it could have been me

Yes, it could have been me

Why didn't I say,

why didn't I say, no, no, no

 

[CHORUS]

 

So I lay down a while

And I gaze at my hotel wall

Oh the cot is so cold

It don't feel like no bed at all

Yeah I lay down a while

And I gaze at my hotel wall

But he's down on the street

So I throw both his bags down the hall

And I'm phoning a cab

'Cause my stomach feels small

There's a taste in my mouth

And it's no taste at all

 

It could have been me

Oh yeah, it could have been me

Why didn't I say,

Why didn't I say, no, no, no

[coupwotcoup]

You never let me down,