Propagandhi - Dear Coach's Corner Lyrics






Dear Ron MacLean,
Dear Coach's Corner,
I'm writing in order...

For someone to explain
To my niece the distinction
Between these mandatory pre-game group rites of submission...

And the rallies at Nuremberg,
Specifically the function
The ritual serves in conjunction...

With what everybody knows
Is in the end a kid's game.
I'm just appealing to your sense of fair play...

When I say she's puzzled by
This incessant pressure for her to not defy
Collective will and yellow-ribboned lapels,
As the soldiers inexplicably repel...

Down from the arena rafters.
If it not so insane,
They'll be grounds for screaming laughter.

Dear Ron MacLean,
I wouldn't bother with these questions
If I didn't sense some spiritual connection.

We may not be the same,
But it's not like we're from different planets.
We both love this game so much we can hardly fucking stand it.

Alberta-born and Prairie-raised,
Ain't a sheet of ice north of Fargo I ain't played.
Penhold to the Gatineau,
Every fond memory of childhood that I know...

Is somehow connected
To the culture of
This game; I just can't let it go.

I guess it comes down to
What kind of world you want to live in.
If diversity is disagreement,
Disagreement is treason.

Well, you'll be surprised if we find ourselves reaping...

A strange and bitter fruit
That sad old man beside you
Keeps feeding to young minds as virtue.

It takes a village to raise a child,
A flag to raze the children,
Till they're nothing more than ballasts for fulfilling...

A madman's dream
Of a paradise.
Complexity,
Reduced to black and white.

How do I
Protect her from
This cult of death?





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  1. B.... S....

    Lol Cherry was fired for xenophobic remarks. Good riddance, ya fuckin' relic ass mook!

  2. C.... S....

    Get fucked, Don, you racist shitbag

    C.... S....

    Yeah a racist for supporting the troops. We got a real smart one here

  3. J.... F....

    Lol you wrote a song about being butt hurt about don cherry?

    J.... F....

    Nah, research might help you understand what it's about though.

  4. s.... ....

    ha.. ahead of its time

  5. e.... ....

    Looks like they finally got the letter.

  6. x.... ....

    don shouldve been done 5 years ago. this song is 5 years old. these guys were smarter than all of us.

    x.... ....

    This song is actually 10 years old

  7. P.... ....

    Don Cherry should have been edited out of Canada years ago.

  8. d.... d....

    2005 called it wants its shitty emo pop music back.

    d.... d....

    Go listen to your pop country and top 40 bullshit then

  9. J.... B....

    🦀🦀🦀CHERRY IS GONE🦀🦀🦀

  10. L.... B....

    Wow. WOw. wow.

  11. S.... S....

    He just got fired on remembrance day. Life imitating art!

    S.... S....

    Good. As a Canadian, he's a fucking moron.

    S.... S....

    About time they took out the trash.

  12. J.... S....

    I know why you're here. Good riddance. We have enough Don Cherry's in our lives, we don't need one on TV.

  13. J.... K....

    This song is more accurate than at the time it was written. Enjoy retirement, Cherry!

  14. f.... ....

    Welp Don Cherry got fired lol.

    f.... ....

    lmao I came to this video right after hearing the news.


    I for one credit Propagandhi for everything

    f.... ....

    I immediately thought I need to listen to this song.

    f.... ....

    Been sharing this to everyone's butt hurt Facebook post hahaha

  15. T.... C....

    If John Wayne and Liberace had a child it would be Don Cherry.

  16. J.... R....

    thaaaaaats not

  17. W.... K....

    Dear Ron MacLean. Dear Coach’s Corner. I’m writing in order for someone to explain to my niece the distinction between these mandatory pre-game group rites of submission and the rallies at Nuremburg. Specifically the function the ritual serves in conjunction with what everybody knows is in the end a kid’s game. I’m just appealing to your sense of fair play when I say she’s puzzled by the incessant pressure for her to not defy the collective will, and yellow ribboned lapels, as the soldiers inexplicably rappel down from the arena rafters (which, if not so insane, would be grounds for screaming laughter). Dear Ron MacLean, I wouldn’t bother with these questions if I didn’t sense some spiritual connection. We may not be the same but it’s not like we’re from different planets: we both love this game so much we can hardly fucking stand it. Alberta-born and prairie-raised. Seems like there ain’t a sheet of ice north of Fargo I ain’t played. From Penhold to the Gatineau, every fond memory of childhood that I know is somehow connected to the culture of this game. I can’t just let it go. But I guess it comes down to what kind of world you want to live in, and if diversity is disagreement, and disagreement is treason, well don’t be surprised if we find ourselves reaping a strange and bitter fruit that sad old man beside you keeps feeding to young minds as virtue. It takes a village to raise a child but just a flag to raze the children until they’re nothing more than ballast for fulfilling a madman’s dream of a paradise where complexity is reduced to black and white. How do I protect her from this cult of death?

  18. D.... V....

    Dear Ron MacLean,
    Dear Coach's Corner,
    I'm writing in order...

    For someone to explain
    To my niece the distinction
    Between these mandatory pre-game group rites of submission...

    And the rallies at Nuremberg,
    Specifically the function
    The ritual serves in conjunction...

    With what everybody knows
    Is in the end a kid's game.
    I'm just appealing to your sense of fair play...

    When I say she's puzzled by
    This incessant pressure for her to not defy
    Collective will and yellow-ribboned lapels,
    As the soldiers inexplicably repel...

    Down from the arena rafters.
    If it not so insane,
    They'll be grounds for screaming laughter.

    Dear Ron MacLean,
    I wouldn't bother with these questions
    If I didn't sense some spiritual connection.

    We may not be the same,
    But it's not like we're from different planets.
    We both love this game so much we can hardly fucking stand it.

    Alberta-born and Prairie-raised,
    Ain't a sheet of ice north of Fargo I ain't played.
    Penhold to the Gatineau,
    Every fond memory of childhood that I know...

    Is somehow connected
    To the culture of
    This game; I just can't let it go.

    I guess it comes down to
    What kind of world you want to live in.
    If diversity is disagreement,
    Disagreement is treason.

    Well, you'll be surprised if we find ourselves reaping...

    A strange and bitter fruit
    That sad old man beside you
    Keeps feeding to young minds as virtue.

    It takes a village to raise a child,
    A flag to raze the children,
    Till they're nothing more than ballasts for fulfilling...

    A madman's dream
    Of a paradise.
    Complexity,
    Reduced to black and white.

    How do I
    Protect her from
    This cult of death?

  19. M.... ....

    This was hard to find for years.

  20. a.... ....

    jorrrrdddd where r u?

  21. l.... ....

    my buddie's favorite. He's a 48 year old Rushy (Rush freak). I got him into Propagandhi cause of this awesome song!

    l.... ....

    longliveavalon
    Badass.

  22. D.... ....

    Rohan sent me!