KikidadidaK
11 Jul 2007, 13:50
I read someone yesterday suggesting a song in the young mans honour. I happened to be listening to The Hard Road by Hilltop Hoods so got started on penning this tune.
It's a bit of a tongue twister in parts but does the job. Make sure you sing it with the song playing. Enjoy!:)
Let me know what you think...
The Clarke Road By Dave (KikidadidaK) 11-7-07
Going down the Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Don’t know where he’s been,
Going down the Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Don’t know where to begin.
Verse 1-
Growing up we needed a guy like, a young Harry Collier,
Cos we was going nowhere, like the Blues and Dees year,
Though the pies road, was never looking that bland,
That I’d looked for the answer in the Guinness mans land,
Never miss the crowd thrill, or his will, when he has the pill,
Kids with skills, still got bagged by some dills,
They’d have him in the back of the stalls, down to Willy,
Smack em, slap em down for a bagging him, showed em up,
When Shaw was out, what a way to begin,
Next weekend, goals flowed, star again,
And they never will forgive themselves,
For doubting he would be it all,
Went from knockin the thought, to lovin it all,
Slave to the young man, went from couple a fans,
To number fourty-three clan, now no stopping him,
Finish the one and only, Irish revolutionary.
Chorus
Going down the Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Don’t know where he’s been, and don’t know how good he’ll be its like,
Going down the Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Loving the games we’ve seen.
Verse 2 –
Spent my youth waiting for pies to win,
The only change that I wanted was 16 in finals for us to be in,
Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the road,
The more dud youngsters, leaves others larger the load,
This Irish kid got sent out, for us to find out,
Got doubt, sent back home to figure out,
Then tossing and turning, this life he was yearning,
The Irish mc never lost hope in dreaming,
We used to list broken stars they all would fail,
If we never had looked maybe he’d be playing for Sale,
And we’d only have ourselves to blame,
I thank the Scotty and Richo for teachin’ him the game,
But that’s their job right? Wishing we’d win a fight,
Never seeing daylight, hoping the next draft pick might,
And I’ve done too many years to miss our successes,
To have to tell my son he (Clarke) nearly never existed.
Chorus
Going down the Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Don’t know where he’s been, don’t know how good he’ll be it’s like,
Going down a Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Don’t know when he’ll be king, DJ Dave c’mon and break it down like,
Verse 3 –
And I speak bout kid moving alone, with no Blarney stone,
Cos all these guys were told he got Judd in his bones,
And he could have stayed in Ireland, the easy option,
But he chose to go the right way, the fans are watching,
So be on the look out, look up, f-baller with foot pick-up,
Tear a page from his book out, don’t miss out,
Your leaving us in no doubt, so keep a lookout,
For what he puts out, the brand new name for you to shout out.
Chorus
Going down a Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Don’t know where he’s been, and don’t know how good he’ll be its like,
Going down the Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Don’t know where he’ll end.
I’m walking round in clovers,
We’ve found a friend.
Martin
Martin
Martin etc.
Down the Clarke road.
It's a bit of a tongue twister in parts but does the job. Make sure you sing it with the song playing. Enjoy!:)
Let me know what you think...
The Clarke Road By Dave (KikidadidaK) 11-7-07
Going down the Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Don’t know where he’s been,
Going down the Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Don’t know where to begin.
Verse 1-
Growing up we needed a guy like, a young Harry Collier,
Cos we was going nowhere, like the Blues and Dees year,
Though the pies road, was never looking that bland,
That I’d looked for the answer in the Guinness mans land,
Never miss the crowd thrill, or his will, when he has the pill,
Kids with skills, still got bagged by some dills,
They’d have him in the back of the stalls, down to Willy,
Smack em, slap em down for a bagging him, showed em up,
When Shaw was out, what a way to begin,
Next weekend, goals flowed, star again,
And they never will forgive themselves,
For doubting he would be it all,
Went from knockin the thought, to lovin it all,
Slave to the young man, went from couple a fans,
To number fourty-three clan, now no stopping him,
Finish the one and only, Irish revolutionary.
Chorus
Going down the Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Don’t know where he’s been, and don’t know how good he’ll be its like,
Going down the Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Loving the games we’ve seen.
Verse 2 –
Spent my youth waiting for pies to win,
The only change that I wanted was 16 in finals for us to be in,
Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the road,
The more dud youngsters, leaves others larger the load,
This Irish kid got sent out, for us to find out,
Got doubt, sent back home to figure out,
Then tossing and turning, this life he was yearning,
The Irish mc never lost hope in dreaming,
We used to list broken stars they all would fail,
If we never had looked maybe he’d be playing for Sale,
And we’d only have ourselves to blame,
I thank the Scotty and Richo for teachin’ him the game,
But that’s their job right? Wishing we’d win a fight,
Never seeing daylight, hoping the next draft pick might,
And I’ve done too many years to miss our successes,
To have to tell my son he (Clarke) nearly never existed.
Chorus
Going down the Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Don’t know where he’s been, don’t know how good he’ll be it’s like,
Going down a Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Don’t know when he’ll be king, DJ Dave c’mon and break it down like,
Verse 3 –
And I speak bout kid moving alone, with no Blarney stone,
Cos all these guys were told he got Judd in his bones,
And he could have stayed in Ireland, the easy option,
But he chose to go the right way, the fans are watching,
So be on the look out, look up, f-baller with foot pick-up,
Tear a page from his book out, don’t miss out,
Your leaving us in no doubt, so keep a lookout,
For what he puts out, the brand new name for you to shout out.
Chorus
Going down a Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Don’t know where he’s been, and don’t know how good he’ll be its like,
Going down the Clarke road, down the Clarke road,
Don’t know where he’ll end.
I’m walking round in clovers,
We’ve found a friend.
Martin
Martin
Martin etc.
Down the Clarke road.