Heroes & Villains, the Aston Villa fanzine
Heroes & Villains => Heroes Discussion => Topic started by: saunders_heroes on April 25, 2011, 11:40:56 PM
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Big Beatles fan, but even I didn't know Lennon penned a poem that mentioned our club......
Deaf Ted, Danoota, (and me) By John Lennon
Deaf Ted, Danoota, (and me)
Thorg hilly grove and burly ive,
Big daleys grass and tree
We clobber ever gallup
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me.
Never shall we partly stray,
Fast stirrup all we three
Fight the battle mighty sword
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me.
With faithful frog beside us,
Big mighty club are we
The battle scab and frisky dyke
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me.
We fight the baddy baddies,
For colour, race and cree
For Negro, Jew and Bernie
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me.
Thorg Billy grows and Burnley ten,
And Aston Villa three
We clobber ever gallup
Deaf Ted, Danoota and me.
So if you hear a wonderous sight,
Am bluster or at sea,
Remember whom the mighty say
Deaf Ted, Danoota, and me-
(sometimes we bring our friend, Malcolm.)
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Don't miss our friend Malcolm at the end.
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For some reason I thought you'd made up a poem about that Ginger bigot that manages Celtic.
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I also did not know he wrote a poem with us in that's cool.
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Drugs are bad m'kay?
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Just like to make it clear that most of us thought this was bollocks back then*, and no amount of time or drugs has improved it one iota.
*and back then that took some doing.
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Just like to make it clear that most of us thought this was bollocks back then*, and no amount of time or drugs has improved it one iota.
Only Liam Gallagher would find that anything other than bollocks.
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For some reason I thought you'd made up a poem about that Ginger bigot that manages Celtic.
Police Doggerel Section Defuse Bad Poem Mailed to Celtic Boss
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Interesting, I never knew that. It's not like he used us for rhyming effect either, so a pleasanst suprise.
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Just like to make it clear that most of us thought this was bollocks back then*, and no amount of time or drugs has improved it one iota.
*and back then that took some doing.
Hippy teacher: "It is a literary nonsense book of enormous genius that demonstrates Lennon's sublime ability to create neologisms artfully crafted to applied inversion, tautology and profound phonetically derived effects..."
VD: "It's complete bollocks is what it is"
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For some reason I thought you'd made up a poem about that Ginger bigot that manages Celtic.
Police Doggerel Section Defuse Bad Poem Mailed to Celtic Boss
Which Fall album is that on?
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For some reason I thought you'd made up a poem about that Ginger bigot that manages Celtic.
What evidence do you have that Neil Lennon is a bigot?
The 40k fans shouting sectarian abuse at him on sunday are bigots but him??
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For some reason I thought you'd made up a poem about that Ginger bigot that manages Celtic.
What evidence do you have that Neil Lennon is a bigot?
The 40k fans shouting sectarian abuse at him on sunday are bigots but him??
Dunno. If 'Rangers Media' is to be believed (and I'm sure you'll agree it is undoubtably the most reliable and unbiased of sources), then he's made plenty of bigoted comments in the past. Either way, he's definitely ginger so I'm at least half right.
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For some reason I thought you'd made up a poem about that Ginger bigot that manages Celtic.
What evidence do you have that Neil Lennon is a bigot?
The 40k fans shouting sectarian abuse at him on sunday are bigots but him??
What evidence do you have that 40k fans are bigots and were shouting sectarian abuse at him. All 40k?
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Celtic v Rangers debates are probably the most predictable type on here, and can generally be summarised as "You're worse"; "No, you're worse". To save a bit of time I'll cut to the chase, you're both horrible, bigoted football clubs.
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Celtic v Rangers debates are probably the most predictable type on here, and can generally be summarised as "You're worse"; "No, you're worse". To save a bit of time I'll cut to the chase, you're both horrible, bigoted football clubs.
Bingo.
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Agreed although you must admit it was a little precious of the rangers fans to give constant abuse the whole game and then for a few to complain to the police when he cupped his ears at the end.
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I've long given up being surprised by the utter stupidity of fans from both teams to be honest.
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Agreed although you must admit it was a little precious of the rangers fans to give constant abuse the whole game and then for a few to complain to the police when he cupped his ears at the end.
Like Lennon never done anything before to make them hate him, the last managers at Celtic got abuse, took it and moved on, did you see Walter Smith at Parkhead go off and tease them?
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Celtic v Rangers debates are probably the most predictable type on here, and can generally be summarised as "You're worse"; "No, you're worse". To save a bit of time I'll cut to the chase, you're both horrible, bigoted football clubs.
Bingo.
Dr King and the KKK are as bad as each other.
Only one club banned people of the other religion from playing for them. Clue: Jock Stein, Danny McGrain, John Thompson and Kenny Dalglish are/were protestants.
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Agreed although you must admit it was a little precious of the rangers fans to give constant abuse the whole game and then for a few to complain to the police when he cupped his ears at the end.
Like Lennon never done anything before to make them hate him, the last managers at Celtic got abuse, took it and moved on, did you see Walter Smith at Parkhead go off and tease them?
Did the Celtic fans send Walter Smith bullets in the post?
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For some reason I thought you'd made up a poem about that Ginger bigot that manages Celtic.
I think the fact Neil Lennon played for years for Northern Ireland (a team supported almost exclusively by the Protestant community) until death threats by "supporters" lead him to quit is just one indication that he is not bigot.
The fact that he continued to play and now manage Celtic in the face of more bigoted abuse and intimidation should be admired. The more people there are brave enough to stand up to these people the better, irrespective of your views of Celtic, Rangers, Scottish football in general (which is s***).
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Scottish football in general is far from shit, when you consider the possibility. They just overachieved for a number of years, rasing expectations to unrealistic levels. Even now there is no league from a nation with a smaller population higher in UEFA's co-efficient table.
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On topic (sort of), I've got a rare demo by seventies Villa boot boy Ralph McTell.
One verse and chorus goes:
Have you seen the Holte End on a Sat'day afternoon
As they celebrate another Villa win?
Do you remember Andy Lochead scoring diving headers,
Have you seen Ray Graydon, flying down the wing?
So how can you follow Uni-i-ted,
Or Liverpool when they're doing fine?
Let me grab you by the throat
And drag you through the streets of Aston,
I'll show you something to make you change your mind.
After this version only sold a few hundred copies in Andy Cash records, Ralph had a rethink on the lyrics and the rest is history.
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My favourite Villa poem. Anonymous submision to the Wipers (Ypres) Times - a trenches fanzine from WW1:
The Burning Question
Three Tommies sat in a trench one day,
Discussing the war, in the usual way,
They talked of the mud, and they talked of the Hun,
Of what was to do, and what had been done,
They talked about rum, and – ’tis hard to believe –
They even found time to speak about leave.
But the point which they argued from post back to pillar,
Was whether Notts County could beat Aston Villa.
The night sped away, and zero drew nigh,
Equipment made ready, all lips getting dry,
And watches consulted with each passing minute
Till five more to go, then ‘twould find them all in it;
The word came along down the line to “get ready!”
The sergeants admonishing all to keep steady,
But out rang a voice getting shriller and shriller:
“I tell yer Notts County can beat Aston Villa!”
The Earth shook and swayed, and the barrage was on
As they leapt o’er the top with a rush and were gone
Away into Hunland, through mud and through wire,
Stabbing and dragging themselves through the mire,
No time to heed those who are falling en route
Till, stopped by a strong point, they lay down to shoot,
Then, through the din came a voice: “Say, Jack Miller!
I tell yer Notts County can beat Aston Villa!”
The strong point has gone, and forward they press
Towards their objective, in numbers grown less
They reach it at last, and prepare to resist
The counter-attack which will come through the mist
Of the rain falling steadily; dig and hang on,
The word for support back to H.Q. has gone,
The air, charge with moment, grows stiller and stiller –
“Notts County’s no earthly beside Aston Villa.”
Two “Blighties”, a struggle through mud to get back
To the old A.D.S. down a rough duck-board track,
A hasty field dressing, a ride in a car,
A wait in a C.C.S., then there they are:
Packed side by side in a clean Red Cross train,
Happy in hopes to see Blighty again,
Still, through the bandages, muffled, “Jack Miller,
I bet you Notts County can beat Aston Villa!”