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  • Enraged Towel Head Writes His Own X-Mas Carols

    I wish GODLY President Bush would send them a nuke for Christmas.




    From Israel Shamir
    12-15-8


    Here are the famous Alternative Carols from Palestine: they caused much grief in the Zionist camp

    O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM

    O little town of Bethlehem ,
    How still we see thee lie!
    A wall is laid where tourists stayed,
    And tanks go rolling by.
    And in thy dark streets shineth
    No cheerful Christmas light;
    The grief and fears of four sad years
    Are met in thee tonight.

    How silently, how silently
    The world regards it all,
    As now thy heart is torn apart
    By Israel's ghetto wall.
    They terrorize a people -
    A war crime and a sin;
    Their winding "fence" can make no sense;
    Revenge can still get in.

    O promised child of Bethlehem,
    Cast down the iron cage,
    The walls of hate that separate
    And harden and enrage;
    Bring justice and make equal;
    Come down from far above;
    And come to birth upon this earth,
    As hope and peace and love.


    ONCE IN ROYAL DAVID'S CITY

    Once in royal David's city
    Stood some big Israeli tanks;
    Mothers giving birth to babies
    Met with checkpoints and roadbanks.
    Holy land was all defiled
    As a bullet killed a child.

    Round the ancient tomb of Rachel
    They have built a ghetto wall;
    Rachel's weeping for her children,
    And "her children" means us all.
    But this city's strangulated,
    Rachel's children segregated.

    David's people once instructed
    All the world in righteousness;
    Once they spoke of truth and justice,
    Now they ravage and oppress.
    Nations, look at Bethlehem ,
    And speak out the truth to them.


    THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

    On the first day of Christmas, Arik Sharon sent me
    An uprooted olive tree.

    On the second day of Christmas, Arik Sharon sent me
    Two trampled doves
    And an uprooted olive tree.

    On the third day of Christmas, Arik Sharon sent me
    Three trench guns,
    Two trampled doves,
    And an uprooted olive tree.

    On the fourth day of Christmas, Arik Sharon sent me
    Four falling bombs,
    Three trench guns,
    Two trampled doves,
    And an uprooted olive tree.

    On the fifth day of Christmas, Arik Sharon sent me
    Five settlement rings.
    Four falling bombs,
    Three trench guns,
    Two trampled doves,
    And an uprooted olive tree.

    On the sixth day of Christmas, Arik Sharon sent me
    Six tanks a-rolling,
    Five settlement rings.
    Four falling bombs,
    Three trench guns,
    Two trampled doves,
    And an uprooted olive tree.

    On the seventh day of Christmas, Arik Sharon sent me
    Seven checkpoints blocking,
    Six tanks a-rolling,
    Five settlement rings.
    Four falling bombs,
    Three trench guns,
    Two trampled doves,
    And an uprooted olive tree.

    On the eighth day of Christmas, Arik Sharon sent me
    Eight gunships firing,
    Seven checkpoints blocking,
    Six tanks a-rolling,
    Five settlement rings.
    Four falling bombs,
    Three trench guns,
    Two trampled doves,
    And an uprooted olive tree.

    On the ninth day of Christmas, Arik Sharon sent me
    Nine smashed computers,
    Eight gunships firing,
    Seven checkpoints blocking,
    Six tanks a-rolling,
    Five settlement rings.
    Four falling bombs,
    Three trench guns,
    Two trampled doves,
    And an uprooted olive tree.

    On the tenth day of Christmas, Arik Sharon sent me
    Ten wells obstructed,
    Nine smashed computers,
    Eight gunships firing,
    Seven checkpoints blocking,
    Six tanks a-rolling,
    Five settlement rings.
    Four falling bombs,
    Three trench guns,
    Two trampled doves,
    And an uprooted olive tree.

    On the eleventh day of Christmas, Arik Sharon sent me
    Eleven homes demolished,
    Ten wells obstructed,
    Nine smashed computers,
    Eight gunships firing,
    Seven checkpoints blocking,
    Six tanks a-rolling,
    Five settlement rings,
    Four falling bombs,
    Three trench guns,
    Two trampled doves,
    And an uprooted olive tree.

    On the twelfth day of Christmas, Arik Sharon sent me
    Twelve assassinations,
    Eleven homes demolished,
    Ten wells obstructed,
    Nine smashed computers,
    Eight gunships firing,
    Seven checkpoints blocking,
    Six tanks a-rolling,
    Five settlement rings.
    Four falling bombs,
    Three trench guns,
    Two trampled doves,

    And an uprooted olive tree.


    O COME ALL YE FAITHFUL

    O come all ye faithful,
    All who care for justice,
    O look ye, O look ye at Bethlehem ;
    Come and behold it
    Under occupation.
    O come, let's not ignore it,
    O come, let's not ignore it,
    O come, let's not ignore it,
    Tell the world.

    Sing, all ye people,
    Sing in indignation,
    Be with the citizens of Bethlehem ;
    Sing out for justice,
    Freedom from oppression.
    O come, let's not ignore it,
    O come, let's not ignore it,
    O come, let's not ignore it,
    Tell the world.


    IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER

    In the bleak midwinter,
    Refugees made moan;
    Sharon stood like iron,
    Bush was like a stone.
    Tanks were rolling, tank on tank,
    Tank on tank,
    Through the camps of Gaza
    And the West Bank .

    How can we stop him,
    Ariel Sharon?
    Silence of the nations
    Lets him carry on.
    Where is there a wise man
    Who could do his part?
    Tell the world to stop him
    With its heart.


    THE OLIVE AND THE IDF

    The olive and the IDF
    When they are both full-grown,
    Every olive tree on the West Bank
    The IDF cuts down.

    O the rampaging of settlers
    And the rolling of the tanks;
    The grinding of the bulldozers
    As the olives fall in ranks.

    The olive bears a berry
    As green as any grass;
    When the owners go to pick the fruit
    They're not allowed to pass.

    O the rampaging of settlers
    And the rolling of the tanks;
    The grinding of the bulldozers
    As the olives fall in ranks.

    This oppression bears a berry
    As red as any blood,
    As the owners see their livelihoods
    All trampled into mud.

    O the rampaging of settlers,
    And the rolling of the tanks;
    The grinding of the bulldozers
    As the olives fall in ranks.

    If you want to buy the olives,
    You'll find it very hard;
    To those that make it to checkpoints
    The way outside is barred.

    O the rampaging of settlers,
    And the rolling of the tanks;
    The grinding of the bulldozers
    As the olives fall in ranks.

    The olive and the IDF,
    When they are both full-grown,
    Every olive tree on the West Bank
    The IDF cuts down.

    WE FOUR KINGS

    FOUR KINGS TOGETHER

    We four kings, we're called the Quartet;
    With a roadmap off we all set,
    No-one knowing where we're going,
    Or how far we can get.

    CHORUS

    O, map of wonder, map of light,
    Map of promises so bright,
    In three phases, through the mazes
    Guide us with no end in sight.

    1ST KING

    I'm King George, the USA man;
    And it goes according to plan;
    Fighting terror, righting error;
    After Iraq, Iran .

    CHORUS

    O, map of wonder, etc.

    2ND KING

    I this year am King of EU;
    My name's known to more than a few -
    Sarkozy; I and Tony
    Take from King George our cue.

    CHORUS

    O map of wonder, etc.

    3RD KING

    I'm King Putin, Muscovite Tzar,
    With this map I travel afar;
    I'm partaking in peace-making,
    Just like in Chechnya .

    CHORUS

    O map of wonder, etc.

    4TH KING

    I'm Ban Ki-Moon, head of UN;
    It makes laws again and again,
    But ignored is, for the sword is
    Mightier than the pen.

    CHORUS

    O map of wonder, etc..

    FOUR KINGS TOGETHER

    We four kings, we're all in a flap,
    For we've got ourselves in a trap -
    Stopped by trenches, walls and fences,
    Not marked upon the map.

    CHORUS

    O map of wonder, etc.


    FOUR KINGS TOGETHER

    We four kings, bewildered we are,
    For this map's not getting us far,
    Nowhere leading - for we're needing
    Not a map but a star.

    CHORUS

    O star of freedom, star of light,
    Star of peace with justice bright,
    Shining ever, they can never
    Target-bomb thy perfect light.
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