Red and Black – they are our colours.
In the run-up to the Spring Classics, where 10 Baroudeurs will attempt the Paris-Roubaix Challenge on April 6, and with all the dark-hard winter riding we have shared, why not have a good cheery song to whistle to?!
‘Red and Black – The London Baroudeurs Version’ is inspired by the novel of Victor Hugo and it’s musical, Les Miserables, as well as the Theatrical Nonsense of a certain London Baroudeur (original score by Michel Schonberg, and lyrics by Alain Boubil) Video to song from 1.16 to 3.25http://youtu.be/iyjzBFzEW-I
Red and Black – The London Baroudeurs Version
It is time for us all to decide who we are,
Do we fight for the right to a ride at the Roubaix now?
Have you asked of yourself what’s the price you might pay?
Is it simply a game for middle-aged men in lycra to play?
The colours of the world are changing day by day.
Red – the blood of shaven legs!
Black – the dark of winter past!
Red – the col about to dawn!
Black- the tyres that spin at last!
Had you been there today, you might know how it feels
To be struck to the bone in a moment of breathless delight
Had you been there today, you might also have known,
And what was right seems wrong
And what was wrong seems right
Red – I feel my soul fly high!
Black – my Mur if she’s not there!
Red – the colour of thighs on fire!
Black – the colour of le Prix!
Disco, you’re no longer a child!
I do not doubt you mean it well
But now there is a higher call
Who cares about your padded shorts?
We strive towards a groupe de tête
Our Domestique lives don’t count at all
Red – the blood of barouding men!
Black – the doping of ages past!
Red – the lungs about to burst!
Black- the colours of les Baroudeurs!
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