Fight Song
Unitas Lyrics
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You're just a gutless wonder pouring a shallow heart out on someone else's floor Choreographed and scripted from careful study of those who came before.
You wanted to do the same thing better, but It's not better its just the same.
The thief can always count on the fool for that piggyback ride down the easiest road to fame.
Not to call everyone here a fool, but you play one of those boring predictable games.
The only thing duller then you is your audience and I'm getting older just sitting in the room.
Get up off that floor pretty boy. A catchy chorus won't save you from me.
I'll give you something to cry about.
In "Unitas Fight Song," Unitas is taking aim at those artists who are content with mediocre offerings and lack creativity. The opening lines of the song refer to the "middle of the road", a term used to describe art that is safe and unremarkable. The verse then transitions to the artist as a person, accusing them of lacking courage and pouring out a superficial heart on someone else's floor. The accusatory tone intensifies as the song progresses, and the artist is depicted as unoriginal and lacking inspiration, mimicking the work of others.
The climax comes in the final lines of the song, in which Unitas addresses the artist directly, urging them to "get up off that floor." He asserts that a catchy chorus will not save them from his criticism and that he will give them something to cry about. The final line of the song is a scathing indictment of the artist's work; Unitas declares that he wants the 45 minutes of his life that he spent listening to their music back.
Overall, "Unitas Fight Song" is a powerful critique of those artists who lack ambition and originality in their work. It is a call to arms for artists to strive for excellence and not to settle for mediocrity.
Line by Line Meaning
The middle of the road has had its stand we're raising the bar and showing you the door.
We're no longer satisfied with mediocre things. We're pushing ourselves to the limit and leaving the average behind.
You're just a gutless wonder pouring a shallow heart out on someone else's floor
You lack courage and are expressing superficial emotions without any genuine feeling or depth.
Choreographed and scripted from careful study of those who came before.
Your performance is overly rehearsed and uninspired, relying heavily on copying others who have already succeeded.
You wanted to do the same thing better, but It's not better it's just the same.
Your attempt to improve on what has already been done is unoriginal and fails to bring anything new to the table.
The thief can always count on the fool for that piggyback ride down the easiest road to fame.
Those who have no originality or talent can always rely on those willing to blindly follow and support them.
Not to call everyone here a fool but you play one of those boring predictable games.
I'm not saying everyone is a fool, but you are participating in the same uninspired and predictable cycle as those who lack creativity and originality.
The only thing duller than you is your audience and I'm getting older just sitting in the room.
Your lackluster performance is matched only by the unenthusiastic audience, and I am becoming more and more disappointed and disinterested as time goes on.
Get up off that floor pretty boy. A catchy chorus won't save you from me.
Don't think that a simple, catchy melody is enough to save you from my criticism and disapproval.
I'll give you something to cry about.
I am going to provide you with a harsh reality check that will make you regret your lack of effort and talent.
I want that 45 minutes of my life back right now
Your performance was such a waste of time that I would like to undo the experience of having to endure it.
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I love this song
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The official title of this song is "The Baltimore Colts" and it was written in 1947 for the first Colts franchise (All-America Football Conference) by Jo Lombardi and Benjamin Klasmer.