Senior Rock Eisteddfod

The ‘06 Rock Eisteddfod

(May be read with rhythm and soul to the melody of Hill Top Hoods “The Hard Road”) 1. Rock Ed is over, the place is quiet, Yet I yearn for distraction, a Rod Laver Riot, When they rocked the house, they were sublime We seized the Day, made 2006 their time. From obscurity, mediocrity, Frivolity to Jocularity Back in the day, it was about popularity Bikes, Blokes, Footy Fellas, Cameo Males baring their chests Stereotypes rule, camouflaging their best, From “Men can’t dance”. What are we “Tools” What’s all that ‘bout precocious fools Burning with passion, I see Red How to woo women follow Jesus instead a dozen years of dance, like Krispy Kreme It was sweet in a box a champagne team Beat was our God, music our salvation Hapdog our artist, Nicole our inspiration. Chorus Going down the Hard Road Proud of where we’ve been You turned my mourning to dancing Rhythm and soul flows in my genes 2. Hippies became a Marley Army, Dreaded, drummed and driven. Angels proved it’s raining men, glistened and tapped in heaven. Reach out, bleach out, wham bam boy band Hip Hop first stop, Last Supper, helping hand Senior boys escape to be men, Nickelback is saving me Notes flow tattooed trebled torso artistically embalming what the audience see Our youth sing the truth of cultural relevance Music is the solution to sustain our innocence Our T-shirt brandish no brands, just the Gospel of Jesus De La touches hearts, rhythm and soul is our ethos. 3. Our lads are mentors, the young are watching You can’t stop the music – the disease is catching eurovision is our parody, post modern is our genre Rap, ballet, swing, rock pop to ponder To emulate the secondary whose eyes are on the prize Of connoisseurs of choreography, a sought after reprise A dysfunctional family is how we are compared From beautiful to bizarre our memories are shared Come cast, come crew, chill around a piano No predictable finale is what we’re after Boys rock, boys rule 5, 6, 7, 8 No jocks, cool school, 3rd in the State 12 years so soon, finish on a high Our dance troupe reigns, but is this goodbye?