Fielding Amsterdam

Fielding Amsterdam (to the tune of 'Vincent' by Don McLean)

Fielding Amsterdam
Paint the city blue again
Agents out in sun or rain
Are joined together for a common goal
Blockers in the West
Island portals far and near
Rows of anchors to be cleared
To win the cycle, sometimes just to troll

Now I understand
What it really means to me
All the endless time and energy
What has it done for me?
I learned a lot and had the chance to grow
There's still a lot to know

Fielding Amsterdam
All the secret agent meets
Countless keys in endless sheets
The fun of making yet another plan
The cheers you always get
Sharing sitreps for the world to see
Feeling awful when an ops was leaked
Crushed and broken, then revived again

For they could not stop us
To make everything blue
The islands finally overturned
And all illuminators earned
We kept on fielding like resistance do
And I can tell you agents
My fielding never stops
As long as I can count on you

Leaving Amsterdam
It hurts to leave this town of ours
Most keys have been recycled now
I'll miss them, they are friends I won't forget
But there are new friends to be met
The world is hanging by a thread
I'll try to save it once again
to cover it with blankets china blue

Now I think I know
What it really means to me
All that boarderline insanity
How it allows me to be free
I hate to leave you, but I gotta go
On to another show..