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epicsurvivorThis is good. N2L has started our list of Palestinian Peace favorites…
including that Swampwoman fave….”Sleep in Heavenly pieces…
N2L’s faves…..All we are sayinnnnnng…is give explosives a channnnce.
Oh it’s 1-2-3 what are we fighting for…don’t ask me I don’t give a d**n…next stop the promised land.
And my personal favorites… “Oh Little Hudna of GazaStrip …”
And, “Joy to the Cult…the bomb-vest’s here.”
Please feel free to revise and extend the list in the comments section
Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin a suicide vest
Iran has a new one they’d like us to test
Death to all of the Jews!
Death to Americans too.
“I’m dreaming of 72 white raisins”
Oh, okay then!
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend,
do it in the name of Heaven, you can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing, come the judgement day.
On the bloody morning after, not one Pali rides away.
Excuse me? WHITE raisins? You got some thing against raisins of color?
Heh.
Shouldn’t that be “go ahead and kill your neighbor, go ahead and kill your friend. Do it in the name of Allah, he will justify it in the end.”
Are you saying I’m a raisinist?
SwampMan is having a most righteous rant now about feeding bologna sandwiches for Christmas dinner.
/The kids have been calling and requesting their favorite foods. He says if they want their favorite foods, maybe they should make them themselves. At their house. SwampMan does not do Christmas well.
#7 Nuke
If the grape fits!
Maybe if the grape fits, stomp it.
Infidels roasting on an open fire,
Burnt flesh nipping at your nose.
Jihadi songs being sung by the fire
And folks dressed up just like old Mo
Ooookay. I’m going to go have a lil’ word with SwampMan.
bologna sounds good to me
Infidels
Infidels
Beheading all the way.
Oh what fun
it is to kill
An infidel every day
Heh. I like that one, Nuke! (Happily humming about things roasting on an open fire as she goes off to have a little talk with SwampMan about holiday cheer, peace on earth, goodwill, etc. Particularly when he is grumbling about shopping for a present for the son-in-law when all that is needed is to take him on an unfortunate fishing trip.)
I saw Mama kissing Santa Claus….so we slit her throat for dishonoring the family.
This land is not your land, this land is my land
From Eilat, to Shamir
From the Golan Heights, to the Mediterannean waters
This land was made not for you and but for me
I’ve roamed and rambled and I’ve followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made not for you and but for me
In the squares of the city – In the shadow of the Temple Mount
Near the relief office – I see my people
And some are grumblin’ and some are wonderin’
If this land’s still made not for you and but for me.
Well I’ve got a hammer
And I’ve got a bell
And I’ve got a song to sing
All over this land
It’s the hammer of death
It’s the bell of destruction
It’s the song about hate between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land
Oh, just calm down with ol’SwampMan.
Just get a Family Survival Kit for the holidays.
You have to have white raisins in case any of them have arthritis.
“You get some gin and get some white raisins — and only white raisins — and soak them in the gin for two weeks,” she said. “Then eat nine of the raisins a day.”
Well, RW….I know that the ghosts of broken bones past come out to haunt me when the weather is cold and damp.
Where they goin’, I don’t think that would be a problem.
Christmas at Nuke’s looks like fun! We should all go there.
/Was that thud the sound of Miz Nuke hittin’ the floor?
ROFL. I just watched the family survival kit, N2L. I didn’t notice any handcuffs, gags or tazers, though. Must have been an oversight on their part.
30 round mags
30 round mags
30 round mags we load!
Fixing our red laser dots on their heads
Flares making the night ski light!
Oh what fun it is to ride on a special ops night flight!
Ooooh, oooooh, I saw that film clip of al Zawahiri today on Fox. Is that red dot on his forehead one of your laser dots? Or just a big ol’ zit?
Dashing through the sand
In smelly donkey carts
O’er the fields we’ll land
In assorted body parts
Bells on the donkeys ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
Jihadi songs tonight.
Ohhhhhhhhhh…jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a smelly donkey cart
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a smelly donkey cart
A day or two ago
I thought I’d take a ride
And soon Miss Firdoos
Was seated by my side
The donkey was lean and lank
Misfortune seemed his lot
We got into a drifted bank
And then we detonated ourselves
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a smelly donkey cart
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a smelly donkey cart
Goodbye to my Achmed, goodbye to my Fatima,
Goodbye to my dear friends Bahir and Abida;
You won’t have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be “explodee”.
17 virgins
17 virgins
17 virgins, oh yes!
Oh what a shock
when I woke up with a pitch fork up my ass!
Ouch! He gonna need some industrial-strength Preparation H.
She wore an itsy-bitsy
Teenie-Weenie
Solid Black Burqaa
That’s what she wore
When the pizza parlor blew up
An itsy-bitsy
Teenie-weenie
Solid Black Burqaa
That’s what she wore when
When you turned into mist
Yous guys have some real talent. I’m impressed.
Heh. How about:
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
jingle while he farts
Oh what fun it is to ride
those smelly donkey carts.
SUVs–no methane emitted during use.
Mick, I resent that T-word.
/Talent? We don’ need no steenkin’ talent.
If I weren’t waiting on that step-light bird in the oven, I would do the Edwin Starr song “War,” in the proper context, of course.
Aw shucks!
It ain’t talent, it’s just a warped sense of humor, coupled with a target so bountiful in pun material.
It’s been fun, but I gots to work now. Later, y’all.
My grandma got blown up by a ramadandingdong!
jingle bell-jingle bell- rocks
throwing and blowing-up bushels of fun
what a bright time, it’s the right time
to throw rocks the night away
jingle bell time is a swell time
to go gliding in a Vehicle-borne Improvised Explosive Device
giddy-up VIED, pick up some speed
jingle around the clock
mix and a-mingle in the crowded market place
that’s the jingle bell
that’s the jingle bell
that’s the jingle bell rocks
That’s good No2Libs, real good.
(Silver Bells)
IEDs, IEDs,
It’s Fatwa time in the city
Henh…good one, Mick.
I’d like to teach the world to detonate
In perfect harmony
I’d like to hold it in my arms and keep it bloody
I’d like to see the world for once
All standing hand in hand
And hear them echo through the hills “Ah, martyrdom throughout the land”
I’d like to teach the world to detonate
In perfect harmony
How many roads must a jihadi walk down
Before they call him a shaheed?
How many seas must a shaheeda sail
Before she sleeps in Jannah?
How many times must the RPG’s fly
Before they’re all used up?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the smoke
The answer is blowin in the thick, black smoke.
too true N2L! … now I’ve crdited you with search for a Palestinian peace song on Free Republic. Thread just rolling so do look in!
thread on FR: http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-bloggers/1756944/posts
You are on a roll No2! Vimto!, thanks for the link, good stuff there.
“This is more fun for Jihadists than throwing rocks at Jews on their way to a religious service!
Henh…don’t have an account there. I’ll just stick to nuke’s original thread, but feel free to export any of the ones I’ve posted.
Remember, it’s Palestinian peace protest songs, like the ones tha vimto heard at the book store, which is the inspiration in this exercise in hilarity.
The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my martyred brother
So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain’t heavy, he’s my martyred brother
If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with gladness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the madness
Of love for one another
It’s a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we’re on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain’t heavy, he’s my martyred brother
He’s my brother
He ain’t heavy, he’s my martyred brother…
Speak out, you got to speak out against the madness,
You got to speak your mind,
If you dare.
But, don’t no don’t now try to get yourself exploded
If you do you had better cut your beard.
`Cause it appears to
be a long,
Appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long,
Time, such a long long long long time before the
return of the caliphate.
It’s been a long time comin’
It’s goin’ to be a long time gone.
But you know,
The darkest hour is always
Always just before the kaboom.
And it appears to be a long, appears to be a long,
Appears to be a long
Time before the return of the caliphate.
Another Palestine favorite:
Jews’ nuts roasting on an open fire…
A Jihadist cutting off a nose…
Or this Palistinian childrens’ favorite:
All I want for fatwa is an RPG, an RPG, and RPG…
All I want for fatwa is an RPG! and an Israeli school bus in range!
Ev’rybody’s talking about
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism,
Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, That-ism, Islam rules
All we are saying is death to the Jooooos,
All we are saying is death to the Jooooos.
The sick thing is that a great majority of Palistinians would love to sing along!
Another favorite…
Do you see what I see?
Do you see what I see?
A Jew, a jew, a beheaded jew!
Nothing is better than Swamp Woman’s No. 1 post. Round young virgin…
“I’m dreaming of a Shite Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know Where Jews’ blood glistens And children listen to hear suicide bombers blow.”
Mike, you gotta get some therapy man, you just gotta.
I’ll import a couple tomorrow to keep this thread going till Chrsitams ….
The original ‘peaqce songs’ I heard were in some other language so I’ve got no idea what they were but I knew they were peace songs because they looked very, very sincere and didn’t like me singing Kumbaya in counterpoint to them. Also they had no sense of humor. All adds up eh?
HEY! I like Mick’s songs! How about sump’in country?
Grammaw got runned over by a dozer
Throwin’ rocks at Jews on Christmas eve
You may think there’s no such thing as Jihad
But as for me and Grampaw, we believe.
On the first day of Jihad, my true love gave to meeeeeeeeee
A cartridge in a palm tree.
(Y’all take it from here.)
awwww, that’s a good’un
Swamp Woman wins! Swamp Woman wins!
I was waiting (tapping foot impatiently) for you to come up with the 2nd day of jihad verse, Mick!
Two turret Humvees
Three French “peace keepers”
Four killing birds
Five old donkeys!
ROFL, I love the 3 “French peacekeepers”! And the “5 old dooooooooonkeys!” just rolls off the tongue.
On the 6th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
6 Imams praying
5 Old donkeys!
4 Killing birds
3 French “Peace Keepers”
2 turret humvees
and a cartridge in a palm tree.
Keep going SwampWoman! This could be a classic in the making.
And visit my site please. I’m close to hitting 30,000 I could do it today.
3 French Peacekeepers – that takes the cake! Wonderful.
How about a change on 2. Two turd covered doves.