The Coodabeen Champions | Billy Boils

And here we are.

Back to  where we started from.

We came together at the start of the home and away,

We are now at its end.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust were ye made and so ye shall be like a phoenix rising from the ashes to ashes, dust to dust, rooster to a feather duster, duster closer walk with thee, walk it like you talk it, shout it from the top, from the top to bottom, Gary Sidebottom, side of the road bottom, bottom of the stupid You Yangs in the dust clutching at ashes to ashes like a drowning man clutching at dust in a stream of  consciousness.

I know you know where I’m coming from because we’ve been on this journey together, so I know where you’re coming from. and if you’re  not , you haven’t come as far as I thought you would which is  here, where we are.

Where we started from. simple.

But I’m tired of simplifying things just in case the League is listening.

League, are you listening?

Is your ear to the ground?

The ground that you go to when you go to ground when I’m around

Being deafened by your silence?

I thought empty vessels were supposed to make the most noise, but if an empty vessel is a ghost ship then League you are strapped to the mast to save yourself from the final sirens song.

A song with no words. Words which you haven’t bothered to learn.

Because to learn is to listen.

Listen, league, is your ear to the ground or your head in the sand?

Do you hear what I hear, said the drummer boy to the mighty king?

Come on Andrew! I thought we were friends.

I’m tired of the sound of silence. Pipe up.

Let us hear the pipes of pan-drew.

I’ve boiled hot and hard for the whole season and dared to ask of you questions lesser men could only pose in front of the mirror in the dark.

I ask not for myself, but for everyman, the cop on the beat, the kid in the park, the old man with his teeth in a glass, the troubled teen too proud to take a handout, the mogul in the throes of a mid life crisis, the confused and cringing staff in your office. Talk is cheap and I’ll lend you an ear. commnicate. all that’s missing is u.

I’m Billy, and I’m boiling.