Thursday 13 August 2009

When all else fails..................try a little humour !!

WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS,TRY A LITTLE HUMOUR.
(ALL IN THE BEST POSSIBLE TASTE OF COURSE)


These people are singing ''The Shackle Shuffle'' at a protest demonstration  outside Faslane Trident base. Unfortunately, the original video I found of this song which was a  much better quality, along with virtually every other reference to the song............. has disappeared!!
 
 The exact words are hard to make out in places ''put your hands on your head, shackle shuffle to the right''.......etc sure you will get the jist even if you don't get all the exact words.

Like I said..............if all else fails, (and it has) let's try a little humour, and if you were wondering what the picture at the top is, it's campaigners singing  the Shackle Shuffle song  :-))

 

11 comments:

  1. Laughter is the best medicine. Especially in tough times. :-D

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  2. Going to see if I can find the words. I'm on my netbook and sound is not great.

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  3. No luck with the lyrics. LOL

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  4. Do The Shackle Shuffle at Camp X-Ray, lyrics:


    If you're a Sheik who is a mover
    or fundamentally a groover
    Get with the brothers on manoeuvre
    Comin at you all the way from Cuba
    - Not the Cuba of Havanas
    Where the Presidente is bananas
    But the Cuba that is free, lookin over the sea
    to the Florida Key ( to democracy )


    At Guantanamo Bay, it's the U.S. of A.,
    Shackle-Shuffle every day at the Club X-Ray
    Wear a chain on your wrist, do the islamacist
    Bossa Nova with a twist, and it goes like this:


    Put your hands on your head ( Reach! )
    And Shackle-Shuffle to the left ( Move! )
    You do the monkey-squat and then ( Squat! )
    You Shackle-Shuffle back again
    Bow in prayer to the East ( Pray! )
    Down on your belly like a beast ( Beast! )
    You're never gonna be released (Peace! )
    Till the day you're deceased


    No time for sleeping at Club X-Ray
    No time for chilling-out the next day
    Although we wouldn't call it torture
    We're gonna sweat you now we've caught ya.
    At first you feel humiliated
    Cos every move is regulated
    But as the beat interrogates you
    Join the club that liberates!


    At Guantanamo Bay, it's the U.S. of A.,
    Shackle-Shuffle every day at the Club X-Ray
    At Guantanamo Bay, it's the U.S. of A.,
    Shackle-Shuffle every day at the Club X-Ray


    Put your hands on your head ( Reach! )
    And Shackle-Shuffle to the left ( Move! )
    You do the monkey-squat and then ( Squat! )
    You Shackle-Shuffle back again
    Bow in prayer to the East ( Pray! )
    Down on your belly like a beast ( Beast! )
    You're never gonna be released ( Peace! )
    Till the day you're deceased


    It isn't really so important
    whether you came dressed as a combatant
    Or just a towel-headed farmer
    who had a cousin called Osama
    We're not conventional believers
    No busy-bodies from Geneva
    If you're a friend of Tora Bora
    There's no restriction on the door



    All you'll need to get in is the beard on your chin,
    An indefinite stay and you don't have to pay
    At Guantanamo Bay, it's the U.S. of A.,
    Shackle-Shuffle every day at the Club X-Ray


    Put your hands on your head ( Reach! )
    And Shackle-Shuffle to the left ( Move! )
    You do the monkey-squat and then ( Squat! )
    You Shackle-Shuffle back again
    Bow in prayer to the East ( Pray! )
    Down on your belly like a beast ( Beast! )
    You're never gonna be released ( Peace! )
    Till the day you're deceased


    At this exclusive little venue
    Halal is always on the menu
    Free Toiletries, and what is more an
    Edition of Gideon's Koran
    O heck - did I forget to mention
    We're busy building an extension
    Where every wish will be respected
    As you are lethally injected!



    We'd a pipeline to lay, but you got in the way,
    So we sacrificed you to the needs of the few
    In the heat of High Noon you will dance to our tune
    An example to all to obey Unocal,
    See the prisoners kneel, with no right of appeal,


    In the land that is free - free to take liberty -
    Till the sea starts to boil, till we run out of oil
    In Guantanamo Bay… Hey - Hey!
    At the Club X-Ray! ( Shackle-Shuffle to the right ) Cha-cha-cha.

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  5. wow..............I'm impressed, several of the sites I attempted to go to and also the video that I had found earlier.............have all disappeared, I was getting a little paranoid there for a while.

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  6. LOL. That 'Rendair' commercial was pretty damned funny.

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  7. good taste humor can cure what ails ya :)

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  8. I like the 'when all else fails' philosophy about humour. I think people that can make good light of a situation are taking a healthy approach to troubles and misfortunes. It's good optimism. But, what, Loretta, around your place/site is in a state of 'fails'? It all looks pretty good around here. Your last blog attracted a lot of comments and was super-interesting. Cheers, matey!

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  9. i always try a little humor

    it usually comes out very "little"

    :)

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  10. humour kills my stress :D or smile "Smile though your heart is aching... smile even though it's breaking."

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