These lyrics have got to be about us haven't they?
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5yEFbwnv0lkI am the painter of the part that you don't see
The architect of all the beauty at your feet
The same one you choose to ignore
Who's in contact to the Olde Original
Can you hear me? Can you hear me through the wire?
Don't you know that, don't you know that I'm alive?
Can you respect the love I gave you all
For the Olde Original?
You scratch the surface of the moon to find a trace
I carved your bodies out of wood and gave the face
Someone who would question it all
And bring comfort to the Olde Original
O'er the rooftops and the plain
In the Sky there's only rain
All my children lost their way
Can you see me? Can you see me through the wire?
Don't you know that, don't you know you made me cry?
When you reject the love I gave you all
For the Olde Original
Look out Momma - the Olde Original
Comin' to getcha - the Olde Original.
It's obviously about Old Mac and Villa forming the league and what's happening now. See references to satellites andg Sky, and all our children - other clubs - losing their way. Nice positive note on which to end though. Nice tune too, kinda Mott the Hoople-ish.
Genius.