No fun to stay at the YMCA

Brilliant, once again, Robert.

Are the Village People lobbying for a "right of return," now?

LOL!

Actually Robert, I believe the lyrics to that song go as follows:

Young man, there's no need to feel down.
I said, young man, there's a cause to be found.
I said, young man, to mohammad you're bound
There's no need to be unhappy.

Young man, there's a place you can go.
I said, young man, where you can learn to cause woe.
You can stay there, and I'm sure they will find
Many ways to twist your mind.

It's fun to stay at the y-m-i-a.
It's fun to stay at the y-m-i-a.

They have everything for you to enjoy,
bombs, guns, and other cool toys ...

It's fun to stay at the y-m-i-a.
It's fun to stay at the y-m-i-a.

You can make yourself mean, you can have a good kneel,
You can do whatever you feel ...

Young man, are you listening to me?
I said, young man, what can they make you to be?
A jihadist!, young man, they can make real your dreams.
But you got to know this one thing!

No man flies a plane by himself.
I said, young man, put your life on the shelf,
And just go there, to the y.m.i.a.
I'm sure they can help you to pray.

It's fun to stay at the y-m-i-a.
It's fun to stay at the y-m-i-a.

You can make bombs that make lots of noise,
You can kill innocent girls and boys ...

It's fun to stay at the y-m-i-a.
It's fun to stay at the y-m-i-a.

You can call Howard Dean, you can have a good kneel,
You can learn some islamic zeal ...

Young man, I was once in your shoes.
I said, I was an arab and hated the Jews.
I felt no imam cared if I were alive.
I had just one, but wanted 72 wives...

That's when someone came up to me,
And said, young man, take a walk up the street.
There's a place there called the y.m.c.a.
We changed the C to an I and chased them way.

It's fun to stay at the y-m-i-a.
It's fun to stay at the y-m-i-a.

They have everything to teach you the way,
Kill and destroy mohammad did say ...

Y-m-i-a ... you'll find it at the y-m-i-a.

Young man, young man, there's no need to feel down.
Young man, young man, blow yourself off the ground.

Y-m-i-a ... you'll find it at the y-m-i-a.

Young man, young man, there's no need to feel down.
Young man, young man, make a big booming sound.

Y-m-i-a ... just go to the y-m-i-a.

Young man, young man, are you listening to me?
Hamas is in town, so you better be.

http://www.islam-watch.blogspot.com/

I guess Hamas does not know what the word
"recreation " stands for.

I guess Hamas has no time for " recreation ". Got to go and do some " blowing up ".

Okay, Robert, you've gone and done it. Or made me do it. Over the next few months I now expect that you will set articles at JihadWatch to the lyrics (slightly modified as necessary) to each of the following songs:

"Who Put the Overalls in Mrs. Murphy's Chowder?"
"Where Did Robinson Crusoe Go With Friday on Saturday Night?"
"You're Not the Only Oyster in the Stew"
"When It's Sleepy Time Down South"
"Sam You Made the Pants Too Long"
"I'm Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover"
"Eleven Cent Cotton and Forty Cent Meat"
"Bei Mir Bist Du Schon"
"I Can't Get Started With You"
"And Her Mother Came Too"

I am sure others will have their own old favorites to suggest -- in the Suggestion Box Below.

I am sure others will have their own old favorites to suggest -- in the Suggestion Box Below. - Hugh

Just one request:

- "Whip It" by Devo, with Robert and Hugh in the red plastic helmets from the original video

Rock the Casbah, by the Clash.

Preference will be given to songs, and therefore to lyrics, from the period 1910-1945.

If you insist:

"All the Things You Are"
"I Could Have Danced All Night"
"It Could Happen To You"
"I Should Care"
"Let's Call the Whole Thing Off"
"Gee, Baby, Ain't I Been Good To You"
"The Way You Look Tonight"
"Them There Eyes"

That should keep anyone off the streets for a while.

The YMCA should have followed the Muslim example and changed their name. Something like "The Anaheim, Azusa, West Bank, Gaza Strip, Car Bomb and Timing Association" or "The Jerusalem Hunting, Fishing, and Jew Killing Club" would have concealed their real identity and they would fit right in.

geesh songs before 1945,most of my aunts and uncles who would remember those songs are gone, but will look into some neat Zeplin.. how about Stairway to Heaven! that some place the moderate and unmoderated muslim need not apply!

Hugh wrote: “Preference will be given to songs, and therefore to lyrics, from the period 1910-1945.” I’m old, but not that old.

Islamatized Beatles' songs:
"I Want to Hold Your Bomb"
"She Was Just Seven"
"P.S. I Hate You"
and
"Strawberry Mine Fields Forever"

I had a different version of the song:

Young man,
Lookin’ for a career?
I said, young man.
I got one for you here.
I said, young man,
A career to revere.
It can make you happy.

Young man,
Mo ElBee is your man.
I said, young man,
He’s up there with Annan.
He’ll uncover
Ahmahdinejad’s plan
To blow all the Jews up.

It’s fun to work at the
I A E A.
It’s fund to work at the
I A E A.
They got everything
To find WMDs
And bring balkers to their knees.

It’s fun to work at the
I A E A.
It’s fund to work at the
I A E A.
You don’t need to be smart.
Or even open your eyes
To get a genu-wine Nobel Prize.

Young man, are you genteel and polite?
I said young man, then the fit will be right.
We tread lightly, so as not to give fright
About cat-a-stroph-ic outcomes.

It’s fun to work at the
I A E A.
It’s fund to work at the
I A E A.
You get lots of applause.
And the job is a ball,
You don’t need to do much at all…

Seems to be a theme here and here.

"'from the period 1910-1945.' I’m old, but not that old."
-- from a posting above

Must one have been born in 1590 to see, or read "Hamlet"? Wouldn't you frequent a grocery store that, if it had any music on the sound system (designed to make the average customer spend an average of 17% more than he would without that music playing) would choose to play songs such as those I listed above? And if you were forced to work in some city office building, the kind that had Muzak on the elevator, wouldn't you be in a better mood all day long if, as to rise to the 48th or possibly even the 49th floor, as you pretend to be concentrating on thoughts of third-quarter earnings, or that motion you need to file by the end of tomorrow, or whether generally accepted accounting principles will be shot to hell if you do what you are thinking of doing, you hear on the sound-system "Give Me a Little Kiss, Wontcha Huh" or "I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire (I Just Want To Start a Flame in Your Heart)" or "If Mamma's Not Happy, Nobody's Happy" or perhaps Ethel Waters circa 1928, praising the amazing qualities of "My Handy Man."

Try to think of something that, and for free, could do as much for our collective emotional wellbeing, here in the United States, than radio stations all over the country, at least one in every major market, dedicated only to such songs? If you live in England, think of turning on the wireless and hearing Jack Buchanan, Elsie Randolph, Gertrude Lawrence, and Al Bowlly with Lew Stone and His Orchestra. that played such songs around the clock? If you are in France, then Mistinguett and Jean Sablon. Can you think of something else that would do as much good?

Of course you can't.

It's a shame they're targeting that YMCA, although whenever I cruise over to the "We-Bank" from my pad in the the Strip I work out at the Bally's Martyr Center just across the wadi over on Hajj Amin St. Last time I was there with my favourite concubine Huda(she LOVES the bucking-camel machines) we saw an older sister in full but tasteful hijab pull a hamstring on the elliptical runner.

That got me thinking: just what is the Arabic for "hamstring"- and are they consedered "najis things"?

Hugh - There is a radio network in the US called "The Music of Your Life" They play the real oldies from the 40s on up to the 60s. Good stuff.

Pelayo,

"I want to hold your bomb"? LOL

How about Alan Parson's Project's:

"Oh, oh, ohhh, I don't care, what ya' do, I wouldn't want to be like you." Or

Alice Cooper's, "Only women bleed", or

"Everybody must get stoned", or

Firefall's, "That's a strange way to tell me you love me".

And if you were forced to work in some city office building, the kind that had Muzak on the elevator, wouldn't you be in a better mood all day long if, as to rise to the 48th or possibly even the 49th floor, as you pretend to be concentrating on thoughts of third-quarter earnings... - Hugh

I was recently in a restaurant that was playing all manner of jazz classics as "background music," which it probably was, to the rest of the customers. But when it's songs one knows intimately, especially when one happens to own the very recording(s) that are being played, it's really strange: You know it's meant to be background/atmosphere music, but it's like tuning out a friend. You can't.

"They play the real oldies from the 40s on up to the 60s.."
-- from a posting above

"Real oldies" that date "from the (19)40s up to the (19)60s"? "Real oldies" are from the 1840s, and from the 1860s.

If it ain't subject to hexachordal solmization, it ain't music. (Or at least not an "oldie.")

Back to the Topic, song-smiths...Since the pattern is set and Muslim governments are showing us what they think of proselytising...I think it's time Western Governments start closing down Mosques.

What do you think Hugh?

I have Shinoliite’s feeling often. I hear something in the background, or someone says a word or a phase that fires some sleeping neurons and I slip head first into an emotional residue of days gone by. It’s like you say, a friend remembered, a tasty treat of the mind, soul candy. It’s a wonderful feeling.

The YMCA as well as several other groups are mentioned in the
Islamic Terrorist Group Hamass charter..

The muslims view ANYTHING other than a mosque to be a corrupting influence..

Henceforth the threats..

Whats next..
Apple Pies...

WIDEAWAKE - You are correct. Close the mosques. Now that's a recipe for victory.

Back on topic,

"The act of these institutions of the YMCA, including attempting to convert Muslims in our city, will bring violence and tension."

Oh no, can’t have that, young people having fun, getting exercise, making friends. That’s just wrong. They want it stopped because they know they have no counter offer, no YMMA, no fun, no healthy outlet for youth’s vigor. Let it be violence and tension, forever. Allah knows best.

hasan - you can't spell worth shit, but you're funny as hell!!!

Preference will be given to songs, and therefore to lyrics, from the period 1910-1945.

Which will catch the last years of the British Music Hall. Songs such as
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner.
Everything by Marie Lloyd (definitely haram)
My Old Man said Follow the Van.
All the Nice Girls love a Sailor. (I actually saw Hetty King - she was still performing, and performing well - until shortly before she died in 1972 aged 89)

My Green Jenna

When mu'adhdhinayn call
and prayer-time is nigh
I'll hurry to my
Green Jenna.

A turn from haram
a little black bomb
will lead you to my
Green Jenna.

I'll see a lake of wine, a pearly boy, a cozy room,
A little nest that nestles where the virgins bloom...

Just Aysha (and Aaliyah, Adalia, Adara, Adiva, Aiesha, Ain, Akilah, Alima, Almira, Altair, Alzena, Ameerah, Anan, Anisa, Atifa, Azalea, Banan, Barakah, Basimah, Beulah, Cala, Cantara, Carna, Dirran, Fatima, Fatin, Hadiya, Haifa, Hanan, Hasna, Iman, Israt, Jala, Jamilah, Jana, Jazlyn, Jehan, Kalila, Kamilah, Karida, Khalidah, Leila, Lila, Lina, Mahala, Martha, Matana, Myiesha, Nafeeza, Naimah, Nazirah, Nimah, Noya, Qadira, Qamra, Qitarah, Qubilah, Rihana, Sabirah, Sabra, Sadira, Sahara, Saida, Sakinah, Salimah, Salwa, Samirah, Samma, Saree, Selima, Shakira, Shammara, Siham, Sumehra, Tahirah, Thana, Thara, Ulima, Unaiza, Vega, Widjan, Xaviera, Zafina, Zafirah, Zahara, Zahra, Zaida, Zaira, Zara, Zaria, Zarifa, Zaynah, Zaza, Zuleika, Zulema) and I,

and baby makes seventy-five,

We're happy in my... Green Jenna.

Cannot beat ACDC's TNT, I can hear the hamas mob chanting now. "we're TNT we're dynamite"

To which the response is If You Want Blood, You've Got It followed by Back in Black.

First we scared your parents, now we scare your kids.

As for Hamas...whats new? The Christians involved locally are lucky to be alive, they better scram while the scrammings good...

As for songs and singers...
Who remembers Kate Smith, the last of the red hot mama's, or Red Nickels and the Five Pennies, or the Andrew Sisters, Cab Calloway, Roy Rogers and the Sons of the Pioneers, early Sinatra, Grand Funk Railroad, Lotta Crabtree, Lola Montez, Dennis Olsen. And who remembers 'The Little White Cloud that Cried' By Johnnie Ray, or Bing (Der Bingle) Crosby's 'White Christmas', Enrico Caruso, Don Ho, The Decastro Sisters, Paul Robeson, or Lena Horne...not me, I dont remember any of these people. There's lots more of them I dont remember that I could list, but I cant remember who they are...
I dont think there is a way to make a song out of that...

Marie Lloyd, as in "She sits among the cabbages and peas".

All the nice girls love a sailor
All the nice girls love a tar
'Cause there's something about a sailor
Well you know what sailors are...

There's an alternative version of this:

All the nice girls love a candle
All the nice girls love a wick
'Cause there's something about a candle
That reminds them of...

I can't remember the rest.

"There's lots more of them I dont remember that I could list, but I cant remember who they are..."
--- from a posting above

Of course you can remember them. The same way you can remember a hymn written in 1720 with lyrics by Isaac Watts, or one written in 1850 by James Russell Lowell. Or the same way someone who is not French can remember a song by Tino Rossi or Charles Trenet. Or the way you remember some Handelian table-music you heard being played during some broadcast royal something-or-other.

You can remember all these things just by listening to them again and again, and then they are yours. They can be more yours than whatever is now forced into your ears, like that poison in Hamlet, by the radio. You don't have to be stuck with what is currently on the radio, what others decide is the Music of Today. It isn't.

Isn't it exactly the same with the news programs? You don't have to accept their highly tendentious view of things -- not on the BBC, not on the (slightly less offensive) NPR, not on any station. You are free to find out things for yourself, by reading, for example, the Western scholars of Islam anthologized in "The Legacy of Jihad."

One more thing. Sophie Tucker was the last of the red hot mamas, not Kate Smith. Kate Smith was not memorable at all. Sophie Tucker (born New Haven, Connecticut) was. Their only similarity: both were stout as Cortez. If in the 1950s you watched Howdy Doody, chances are you also watched The Kate Smith Hour, which came immediately before or after Buffalo Bob and Howdy and Princess Summerfallwinterspring, and heard Smith stolidly sing her uninspiring theme song "When the Moon Comes Over the Mountain."

I'm far too young to have seen any of that. Nonetheless, I still "remember" Kate Smith -- so why can't you? Just decide you are going to listen to, and then "remember," Ethel Waters singing "My Handy Man" or Joyce Kane doing "I Want To Be Loved by You," or other lyrics that once heard cannot be forgotten, say, by Harry Warren, whose real name, believe it or not, has nothing shtetlish about it?

Who was the first of the red hot mamas?
And who was the fifth?
How many actually were there?
Was Ethel Merman classed as one?
I like Ethel Merman.

Is Sophie Tucker Cockney rhyming slang?

I saw a play about her a few months ago. Very funny.

Is Ethel Merman, red hot mama or not, the one that didn't have any sideways?

How many big spenders were there? Many people are said to be the last of these, but I think we've yet to see the last of them.

Ruby Murray is cockney rhyming slang.

I wish I could sing, then I could be the fat lady what the show is not over until she sings.

Despite that supposed cut off date of 1910, exceptons are made. Harry Lauder (died 1950, at Lauder Ha') for example -- he counts. Anyone care to lead the singalong here? Anyone hear willing to stand up and sing Keep Right On To The End of the Road?

Keep right on to the end of the road,
Keep right on to the end,
Tho' the way be long, let your heart be strong,
Keep right on round the bend.
Tho' you're tired and weary still journey on,
Till you come to your happy abode,
Where all the love you've been dreaming of
Will be there at the end of the road.

Tra la, etc, but as I cannot actually hold a tune I cannot be accused of singing.

“lyrics that once heard cannot be forgotten, say, by Harry Warren”

For example “At last,” as rendered by Etta James.

Islam sees in others what it intends itself.

Thus a "Christian" organization -of any kind- must be a covert military cell. To be supressed and destroyed.

We should follow their example with all Islamic Imperialistic thrusts into the West.

All Mosques Back in Muslim Lands-
Until a Synagogue and Church Can Rise In Mecca!

should be the call.

That could easily buy us a couple of centuries.

OT-

A few old tunes I've always liked, whose rhythms could be adapted to the anti-jihadi message, are:

"Three Little Fishes (Boop-Boop-Dittem-Dattem-Wattem-Shoo)", "Put 'Em In A Box, Tie 'Em With A Ribbon (And Throw 'Em in the Deep Blue Sea)"; and "Whatever It Is, I'm Against It!" from a Marx Brothers movie -[maybe "Horsefeathers"?]

Aaron,

Your rantblog is awesome. And accurate: Patriot chicks DO rule! The Shove Sharia pillow is the best. ; )

Uh Hugh...it was only a joke. A full on, serious response, was not called for, but I consider it a compliment.
And since I posted that at 5:19 AM, 2:30 here, I dont remember doing it. Thanx for reminding me.
I dont remember lots of things, and thank Allah for that. If I could remember everything my head would be constantly full of triviata, and I would never get anything done. Forgetting works pretty good...I cant remember what I was doing on Dec 29th 1975, and it's probably just as well. Can you remember what you were doing on that date? You probably can...but the ordinary man probably cant. Remember what they said in the 'Magic Theater for Mad Men Only', "Never lose your humor". 'The gods created the world and then they laughed'...haha...Thats a joke also, sometimes called 'The Cosmic Joke'... I'm sure you get it...have a good day...swami

What a Wonderful Dar

I see veils of green, red kerchiefs too
I see them bind, for me and for you
And I think to myself, what a Wonderful Dar...

I see skies of black, and clouds of blood
The bright holy day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a Wonderful Dar...

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are haram for the faces of people going by
I see friends choppin' heads, sayin' "Akbar Allahu!"—
They're really saying "I love you..."

I hear babies cryin', I watch them 'splode
They'll learn much more, than I'll ever know;
And I think to myself, what a Wonderful Dar...
Yes, I think to myself, what a Wonderful Dar.

Television,

"I see friends choppin' heads, sayin' 'Akbar Allahu'-
They're really saying 'I love you...'

LOL!!!!! I almost peed my pants.

The Mills Brothers were a hit well before WWII, so forgive me for using one of their hits from the '60s. Recent events in Tel Aviv brought Cab Driver to mind:

Cab driver find a Falafel place
I just want to fire what’s on my waist
I hope on we’ll blast Jews any case
Cab driver find a Falafel place

Cab driver once more ‘round the block
Never mind the Mash’az or the clock
I only wish I could do this with a Glock
Cab driver once more ‘round the block

Cab driver once more down that street
Near Central Bus where we would meet
That’s where I gave my future for this feat
Cab driver once more down that street

Cab driver wait here by the door
I want to try the bomb switch just once more
Maybe I’ll get nailed with lots of gore
Cab driver wait here by the door

Cab driver you’d better take me home
I guess I was meant to be alone
I hope Allah sends bomb maker of my own
Cab driver you’d better take me home

Of course, someone else can turn Helen Reddy's song "You and Me Against The World" into a parody:

You and Me Against The Joooooos...
Sometimes it feels like
You and Me Against The Joooooos...

"Preference will be given to songs, and therefore to lyrics, from the period 1910-1945"

Hugh, is anyone still alive that can remember a song from 1910?

As for the decade of 1910-1920, it was probably one of the worst in history. There was World War I followed by the Versailles Treaty of June 28, 1919, which paved the way for the rise of Nazism. There was the October 1917 Revolution in Russia followed by the Red Terror. Both the Titanic and the Lusitania sunk during this decade.

The cultural scene was almost as bad as the political. In women's fashion, the attractive "Gibson Girl" look of the previous decade was replaced by the hobble skirt, while men wore striped trousers, a morning coat and starched white shirt. The number one selling toy in both the US and Europe was the Ouija Board.

In art, Realism, primitivism, symbolism, Fauvism, Dadaism, Futurism, and Cubism were all "-isms" of this decade.

However, music did somewhat contrast with the general decadence, I've outlined above.

Black Americans continued to write and perform ragtime, blues and jazz, laying the foundation for the great Harlem Renaissance of the 1920s.

Popular songs of the decade included Alexander's Ragtime Band (Irving Berlin), Danny Boy, You Made Me Love You (Al Jolson), Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life, The Aba Daba Honeymoon, and All I Do is Dream of You. War songs included Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag, Keep the Home Fires Burning, Over There, Til We Meet Again, Oh! How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning, and Hinky Dinky Parlay Vous.

Maybe one can draw a conclusion that great music flowers naturally during periods of turmoil and upheaval.

Hugh, is anyone still alive that can remember a song from 1910?

This gentleman, Henry Allingham, 109, of Eastbourne, Britain's oldest known World War I veteran.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/southern_counties/4931102.stm

Mr Allingham said the whisky, along with "cigarettes and wild, wild women", was the secret of his long life.

Would that song qualify?

Hugh, is anyone still alive that can remember a song from 1910?

This gentleman, Henry Allingham, 109, of Eastbourne, Britain's oldest known World War I veteran.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/southern_counties/4931102.stm

Mr Allingham said the whisky, along with "cigarettes and wild, wild women", was the secret of his long life.

Would that song qualify?