This song is brilliant, but I haven’t been able to find a version of the lyrics with the names spelled correctly (yeah, so I’m a word geek). Here is my attempt at fixing that. (Vaudeville Smash, feel free to steal these back… or correct them.)
Zinedine Zidane – Vaudeville Smash feat. Les Murray
In 1972, under a scorching June sun, in the French coastal town of Marseille, two Algerian immigrants awaited the birth of their fifth child. Later that day, a star was born.
Cristiano Ronaldo, Wayne Rooney, Verón.
Suárez, van Basten, Gianluigi Buffon.
Xavi, Iniesta, Drogba, Hazard.
Tevez, Schweinsteiger, Steven Gerrard.
Vilija Matačiūnaitė wants this man to pay her some attention. Do you think she will succeed?
In tragic news for all long-time fans of the Eurovision Song Contest, the overall standard of lyric-writing appears to be improving. This year’s contest featured an increased number of entries that were written by people who appear to have some actual songwriting talent. The days of “years ago when I was younger, I kinda liked a girl I knew” may be numbered.
Thankfully, a number of writers who learned English in chatrooms are still having some success in the ol’ Song Contest. Here is my selection of the weirdest and worst lyrics from the entries in the 2014 Eurovision in Copenhagen… plus a few genuinely good lyrics at the end.
“Free your mind from the doubts that are tickling” – One Night’s Anger, Hersi (Albania)
“Aunque llueva y nos mojemos, no pararemos de bailar (Even if it rains and we get wet, we won’t stop dancing)” – Dancing in the Rain, Ruth Lorenzo (Spain)
Yes, it’s time again for the greatest festival of English-as-a-second-language songwriting, the Eurovision Song Contest. This year’s contest in Baku has given us the usual mix of songwriters who use languages that have wonderfully weird metaphors and songwriters who thought they could write in English but should have stuck to languages that have wonderfully weird metaphors.
Here is my pick of the worst and weirdest lyrics in the 2012 Eurovision Song Contest.
Watch out! Her plane may land on the unlit runway of your soul.
Atëron aeroplani im në pistë pa drita të shpirtit tënd (My plane is landing on the unlit runway of your soul) – Suus, Rona Nishliu (Albania)
Kotšıše no šumpote no, punije no šumpote, kotšıše no šumpote no, punije no šumpote, mılı-kıdı kapčija no šumpotonen pačılme, mılı-kıdı kapčija no šumpotone no (The cat is happy, the dog is happy, the cat is happy, the dog is happy, we are in a wonderful mood and very happy, we are in a wonderful mood, oh joy) – Party for everybody, Buranovskiye Babushki (Russia)
Ajinkya Rahane not playing one of the orthodox cricket shots I was talking about.
Twenty20 cricket throws up flash-in-the-pan cricketers fairly frequently. Every now and then, however, it brings to attention cricketers who might have more substance.
Ajinkya Rahane scored 98 from 66 balls for Rajasthan Royals against Kings XI Punjab last Friday night, mostly through the use of orthodox attacking cricket strokes. It was enough for me to look up his first class record.
At present, Rahane has played 50 first class matches, mostly for Mumbai, and scored 4862 runs at an average of 68.47. That’s right – 68.47. Forget that the Ranji Trophy probably spread a moderate talent pool too thinly; that is a ridiculously good average to sustain over 50 matches.
Rahane has already played for India in the shorter forms, but given the retirement of Dravid and the long-delayed declines of Tendulkar and Ganguly, I hope that Rahane gets his chance in the white clothes sooner rather than later.
I am liking fast bowling at the moment. Fast bowlers in Test cricket in 2012 generally do something with the ball and do it intentionally. The ability to keep the seam upright and swing the ball is almost mandatory for Test bowlers after 15 years of being out of fashion. And the most beautiful thing about this trend is that it has all but killed the legacy of the bounce bowlers.
Courtney Walsh - pure doggerel in motion
You know the ones: Courtney Walsh; Curtly Ambrose; Glenn McGrath; Shaun Pollock – not an ounce of real cricket skill between them. Sure, they were fit, they were accurate, they could even be scary. But where was the skill? Could they bend the ball at the last nanosecond like Hadlee? Could they cut the ball both ways like Lillee? Could they even keep the seam straight like Shayne O’Connor?
The Bangles - the world's most inquisitive band
after 22 years of hearing Eternal Flame on the radio and, more recently, on my wife’s stereo, I finally have some answers to your questions.
1. Yes, I can feel your heart beating. This is because after I closed my eyes and gave you my hand, you put it on top of your chest.
2. Yes, I understand. You feel very strongly about me but I have to keep my hand over your heart and not go the grope or I’m going to luck out again. Continue reading
The Eastern Suburbs team of 1975. You'll find them on the St George list.
Now that I’ve given St George the treatment, it’s only fair that I also profile some great Grand Finals involving the Eastern Suburbs, um, Sydney City, ah, Sydney Roosters.
29 August 1908 at Agricultural Society Ground: South Sydney 14 Eastern Suburbs 12 – The first ever final was weakened by players from both sides having already left for the tour to England.
30 August 1919 at Agricultural Society Ground: Balmain 13 Eastern Suburbs 4 – Not strictly a grand final as there were no finals in 1919, but the top two teams, Balmain and Easts, just happened to meet in the final round. Les Wall kicked 5 goals for the Tigers.