Well it sounds all true - not the end of the beginning but the beginning of the end.
A long long time ago, I can still remember how that football used to make me smile.
And I knew if I made my choice - I could join the Fever voice, and maybe I’d be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver - with every paper I delivered - bad news on the doorstep- I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried when I read of Kalezic’s swallowed pride, but something touched me deep inside.
The day the Phoenix died.
So bye bye to the Kiwi pie,
Drove my Holden to the caketin but the caketin was dry,
And Fever boys were drinking Garage and Wine singing This will be the day that I die.
This will be the day that I die.
(Verses to b e added by the original YF)
I met a girl who sang the blues, and I asked her for some happy news -she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the Pub at four, where I’d watched the Phoenix years before, but the man there said the Phoenix wouldn’t play.
In the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the Fever dreamed, but not a word was spoken.
The tvs all were broken.
And the three men I admired the most, Weemac, Dura and the Caretaker Coach -
They took a plane to Central Coast - the day - the Phoenix died.
So bye bye...