Any new songs this year?

[madreadingfan]

are we singing any new songs this year?
the only good one which i think wuld be good was what someone suggested a while ago it goes...

one hundred and six
one hundred and sixxx
we hold the record
one hundred and six

we can generate some noise with that!!
post your ideas...

[Bill Oddie's Beard]

To the tune of que sera:

Jim Kebe, Kebe
He's better than Emerse Fae,
He's harder than Reggie Kray,
Jim Kebe, Kebe.

[Toadie]

Kebe Love,
My Kebe Love,
You missed again,
Oh how you missed my love,
But all you do is play so bad
Break my heart and make me sad
Don't give the ball away
Any chance you could score today?

**and repeat**

[Streets]

We all dream of a team of oxf*rd Hunts.....

[Streets]

What was that Micheale Galye (sp?) song?

Shoot shoot, baby shoot shoot...

[madreadingfan]

if you feed the noel.... he will score
if you feed the noel... he will score

Repeat continuosly

[rfcjoe]

I like all of these suggestions but no one will feckin sing them!

[Samrfc01]

E-I-E-I-E-I-O-O-O-O
Up the football league we go
When we win promotion
This is what we sing
We are Reading
Super Reading
Stevie Coppells team!!!

I've missed this song

[brendywendy]

one hundred and six
one hundred and sixxx
we hold the record
one hundred and six

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To the tune of que sera:

Jim Kebe, Kebe
He's better than Emerse Fae,
He's harder than Reggie Kray,
Jim Kebe, Kebe

i like em

[floyd__streete]

We'll win the league
At home to Brum
We'll win the league at home to Brum
And we'll do it for Peter Mate'
We'll win the league at home to Brum

We'll win the league.....

[Bill Oddie's Beard]

We'll win the league
At home to Brum
We'll win the league at home to Brum
And we'll do it for Peter Mate'
We'll win the league at home to Brum

We'll win the league.....

I think this is the one.

[Negative_Jeff]

Not a new song but a revival of a long forgotten terrace ditty from the sixties, sung to the tune of
All The Nice Girls Love A Sailor;

Cheer the lads on with a singsong
For the team that`fine and strong
Cause there`s someTHING about the ReaDING
That spurs us all along
W`eve a notion for promotion
W`ere a team thats going far
How we love to see them fight
In their Hoops of Blue &White
Come on U`RZ
Come on U`RZ

As a finale, a loud rendition of U`RZzzz to the accompaniment of the throwing of biscuits!

[mini _dariusz]

blarmy blarmy blarmy

[RobRoyale]

are we singing any new songs this year?
the only good one which i think wuld be good was what someone suggested a while ago it goes...

one hundred and six
one hundred and sixxx
we hold the record
one hundred and six

we can generate some noise with that!!
post your ideas...

Would that be to the same tune as "he plays on the left.. he plays on the riiiiiiight" ???
If so - I love it!

[Scarface]

Coppell Out
Coppell Out
Coppell Out

[Sarah Star]

To the tune of que sera:

Jim Kebe, Kebe
He's better than Emerse Fae,
He's harder than Reggie Kray,
Jim Kebe, Kebe.

I like it!

Let's do it!

[AMBERS2000]

To the tune of yellow submarine

Hunty lives in Jems Karacan, Jems Karacan, Jems Karacan
Hunty lives in Jems karacan, Jems Karacan, Jems Karacan

or by the flying pickets

Every Super Reading Fan join the Karacan of love, Stand up Stand up, Stand up

[BallRoyal]

When opposing supporters sing we are not famous anymore, reply with, PREMIERSHIP WE HAD A LAUGH, WERE GOING BACK SO FARK ARF.

[Jack Celliers]

I. Eyewitness
Still waiting for my saviour, Coppell
Storms tear me limb from limb;
My fingers feel like seaweed...
I'm so far out I'm too far in.
I am a lonely man...my solitude is true
My eyes have borne stark witness
And now my knights are numbered too.
I've
Seen the smiles on dead hands--
The stars shine, but they're not for me.
I prophesy disaster and then I count the cost....
I shine but, shining, dying,
I know that I am almost lost.
On the table lies blank paper/my tower is built on stone/
I only have Stephen Hunt/I only have the bluntest home....
I've been the witness, and the seal of death
Lingers in the molten wax that is my head.
When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars sinking low
You'll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancient myths
Are solemnly directed straight at
You...
Ii. Pictures/Lighthouse
(Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.)
Iii. Eyewitness
No time now for contrition:
The time for that's long past.
The walls are thin as Elm Park
And if I talk I'll crack the glass.
So I only think on how it might have been,
Locked in silent monologue, in silent scream
Anyway, I'm much too tired to speak
And, as the waves crash on the bleak
Stones of the tower, I start to freak....
...and find that I am Michael Gilkes...
Iv. S.H.M.
'Unreal, unreal!' ghost nobbers scream
And fall in through the sky,
Not breaking through my seagull shrieks...
No breaks until I die:
The spectres scratch on window-slits--
Hollowed faces, mindless grins
Only intent on destroying what they've lost.
I craw the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall;
My pail has sailed into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn.
Mark White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask
Lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark
And parallel my isolated tower....
No paraffin for the
Flame
No harbour left to gain
V. The Presence of the Night/Kosmos Tours
'Alone, alone,' the ghosts all call,
Pinpoint me in the light.
The only life I feel at all
Is the presence of the night.
Would you cry if I died?
Would you cry if I died?
Would you catch the ball Marcus?
Would you catch my words?
I know that there's no time
I know that there's no rhyme...
False signs find me
I don't want to hate,
I just want to grow;
Why can't I let me
Live and be free?..but I die very slowly alone.
I know no more ways,
I am so afraid,
Myself won't let me
Just be myself and so I am completely alone....
The maelstrom of my memory
Is Steve Sidwell and it feeds on me
Now, staggering madly, over the brink I
Fall.
Vi. (Custard's) Last Stand
Lighthouses might house the key
But can I reach the door?
I want to walk on the sea
So that I may better find ashore...
But how can I ever keep my feet dry?
I scan the horizon
I must keep my eyes on all parts of me.
Looking back on the years
It seems that I have lost
The way:
Like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger
...now I am the stranger I stay in.
All of the grief I have seen
Leaves me chasing solitary peace;
But I hold experience in my head....
I'm too close to the light
I don't think I see right, for I blind me....
Vii. The Clot Thickens
WHERE is the God that guides my hand?
HOW can the hands of others reach me?
WHEN will I find what I grope for?
WHO is going to teach me?
I am me/me are we/we can't see
Any way out of here.
Crashing sea/atrophied history:
Chance has lost my Guinevere....
I don't want to be one wave in the water
But sea will drag me deep
One more haggard DROWNED MAN...
I can see the plastics coming, but I know I'm just a man;
Do I join or do I founder? Which can is the best I may?
Viii. Land's End (Sineline)/We Go Now
Oceans drifting sideways, I am pulled into the spell;
I feel you around me...I know you well.
Stars slice horizons where the lines stand much too stark;
I feel I am drowning...hands stretch in the dark.
Camps of panoply and majesty, what is Freedom of Choice?
Where do I stand in the pageantry...whose is my voice?
It doesn't feel so very bad now: I think the end is the start.
Begin to feel very glad now:
ALL ROYALS ARE A PART
ALL ROYALS ARE APART
ALL ROYALS ARE A PART.

[rg6royal]

Is this the way to Aston Villa, Man United, Middlesbrough, Wave goodbye to Coca Cola...The Premier league awaits for me.