Listen Up Pop Pickers

Right, here's what's in my ear piece this week.
Dark Horses and a tune called Radio.



This is by Howler and it's called This Ones Different.




The Vaccines are back with the nicest song i've heard in a while, catchy choon.
It's like me "No Hope".

Clap-Trap

Clap-Trap

Trappatoni doing it his way, damn the nation

An old man with an old plan, dull formation

His way or the highway, sure he’s misunderstood

Like it or lump it, we would if we could.

Six years since Duffer last took on his man

We yearn for the days of Kev O’Callaghan

Cap grabber Given, hurt or run of the mill?

Robbie’s retired to the Hollywood Hills

First four halves, we conceded early on

Rained on us consistently, no one shone,

Ward used to rampage down the wing in his prime

Transformed, dodgy full back, not the boys’ crime

Too many hacks hungry for sensation

Straw grabbing latest juicy revelation

Looking for a scapegoat like Dunphy long go

Roy’s hatred of losing provides the ammo

Deflected the focus from pitiful stuff

Haven’t real Irish fans suffered enough?

Trap has presided o’er the worst ever seen

And insulted our nation by using Paul Green

It's Great To Be Back

It's Great To Be Back

Been out of the game these last seven weeks.

For reasons quite boring and trite

The telly’s not bad with the Croats or Greeks

But you can’t beat the live Friday night

With the country all gripped in a fever

While Irish players huffed and they puffed

Explaining to daydream believers

As to whether it’s pumped or it’s stuffed

The Olé brigade sing a powerful ditty

While average players stand by

But I’d rather be shouting for City

Than some field in far off Athenry

It’s Derry this week with Jonah McCourt

Curragh Road with Lucas and dad

Joining my brethren in sacred support

To watch my dear City, how bad?

This Friday will be my first game in 7 weeks, I cannot wait.

I'm back

After a few months of study hibernation, i'm back.
College was hard first time round, it's harder 20 years later.
Anyway I heard this choon by Bleech and I thought it was good, it's called Adrenaline Junkie.

 

and then there's this by Beach House, it's called Myth

Piteous

Piteous

Due to this horrendous streak

I’m in confession every week

Trying hard not to seethe and fume

With my children in the room

My tongue is almost bitten through

Before me things I can’t construe

That Carroll lad stupidly falling

Cringe worthy and duly appalling

I’ve a simpler solution to stalling

Put the ball in the net before sprawling

Who were Pardews lot trying to fool?

Is the keeper Dan Simpson or Krul?

Cissés second would not be denied

As he stood three or four yards offside

With Linesman inactive, the crime

Though his eyesight improved over time

Time now to regroup and retrench

“King” Kenny, he emptied the bench

That could backfire I said

Pepe using and losing the head

Poor Perch he was shot by a sniper

As Pepe bit hard like a viper

Still wounded escaped second yellow

Hauling Suarez down, dastardly fellow

Always going to be lambs to the slaughter

When no one on the team could pass water

There’s so much to improve and discuss

Played like lads introduced on the bus

It’s now become such a drag

The search for the on-i-on bag

There’s only one fix to promote

A banquet of nice curried goat

Another pitiful display at Newcastle on Palm Sunday, I don't know what was harder to endure, the longest mass of the year with two restless children or 90 minutes of sheer hell from the Loadsamoney Arena.

Alan Pardew let the cat out of the bag afterwards by announcing that the secret of Papiss Cissés success is a diet of curried goat.

Liverpool were unlucky with key decisions that went against them but when it comes to the crunch they are just not good enough.

Music Update

Right, here's what I'm listening to at the moment.
A New York band called We Are Augustines, this is Chapel Song.



This is by the Wonder Villains they are from the North and this is called Ferrari.




Don't forget to purchase the new album by the Frank and Walters called Greenwich Mean Time.
Here's the recent single "Indie Love Song".



and also the new Wedding Present album Valentina is being released next week.

The Barn Door

The Barn Door

Just close your eyes, picture this if you can

Mad money each week, yet still only a man

You’re given the chance from just twelve yards away

It’s now four defeats in the last seven played

Fortress called Anfield is a thing of the past

Four wins in thirteen, faithful sit there aghast

Opposing teams keepers who a cold couldn’t catch

Coincidence they’re all getting man of the match?

Always conflict and drama surrounding the club

Would have been better handled by a few down the pub

Fire fighting not football the name of the game

Cantankerous Kenny adding fire to the flame

Why can’t they just put the ball in the net?

Creating the chances without being a threat

That barn door from training will just have to go

Relying on Bessie and her five string banjo

6 penalites missed already this season (not including shoot outs). Again last Saturday you had players fighting over the ball, this should be all sorted out in advance.

Dire home form resulting in no chance of Champions League qualification.

An appalling 8.5% success rate from chances created.

If only Torres had stayed, he'd have 40 goals.