Heartland

I was listening to FALAA the other day and was struck by how apposite many of the lyrics are in the context of the current World Cup.
Having enjoyed the recent kitchen lyrics thread, I thought I'd start a similar one.

A couple of mediocre examples to start you off :

England : it's passing strange...passing slowly
Columbia : possession ... Taking over
Etc etc

Over to you ...

When You Don't See Mee : Romelu Lukaku -Belgium

A quick incision, cut him down on television - Luis Suarez

I see the Empire down - Spain.

Count the changes, count the cost - my fantasy World Cup team

Lay me down a long white line - The referee's vanishing spray paint

Bury Me Deep - England

The Profit's High - Ghana

The profit's high but the Costa Rica

Lucretia My deflection pass the ball to me...

Possession

It's made me laugh so much I can't remember any more lyrics!

Robson wrote:When You Don't See Mee : Romelu Lukaku -Belgium

after the final Lukaku will say: some day everything you need is gonna fall out of the sky

but that is not a lyric I assume

Killing time - Costa Rica

England fades away, in your eyes

Ninety-four degrees - The temperature out there.

Pista wrote:Ninety-four degrees - The temperature out there.

Two o clock in the morning - Ivory Coast v Japan (yawn)

Arjen Robben, shine like thunder
Arjen Robben, cry like rain
Arjen Robben, hear the calling
And Arjen Robben is falling down

czuczu wrote:Arjen Robben, shine like thunder
Arjen Robben, cry like rain
Arjen Robben, hear the calling
And Arjen Robben is falling down

that was a classic stage diving.

czuczu wrote:Arjen Robben, shine like thunder
Arjen Robben, cry like rain
Arjen Robben, hear the calling
And Arjen Robben is falling down

And the referi

and then

so, in the same vain, it fits also: I hear a dive Robben and Mexico down.

Here's the story
No time to lose (like the present)
Now I've lost my friends
Now I've lost friends
It's not my party,
Never will be
Feeling out-of-place,
I'm not happy
A touch of the storm cloud...
Roughage in a comradeship and conversations
Conversations, everything's so run-of-the-mill
We stand still...

And time slips back,
And time slips back...
Back to the garden,
Time slips back
Back in the dark rooms
Time slips back
Back in the dark room
Back to the dark age
Put me on the rack
We stand still
Time slips back
Recount movements
Recount movements
Watch us grow
Watch us fall from grace
Watch us fall flat on our face
But you always fall on your feet
Tell me how you always
Fall on your feet
Tell me how
Tell me how
Tell me how
Oh tell me how

czuczu wrote: Roughage in a comradeship and conversations

Sorry for the off-topic post, but I've always heard this as
"what became of comradeship and conversations?"

Didn't even notice that - just copied/pasted.

There's every chance the squad is incorrect too..

In the temple of Wagner Love.....

Is he even in the squad? He may be retired - I don't know.