There have been plenty of cad anthems in the rock and country music pantheons celebrating raw masculine privilege, but the song “I’m a Wanderer”, sung by Guinea-American Dion and released in 1961, is in my factual opinion the greatest alpha male anthem in American history.
Read the lyrics (along with my editorial commentary) and you’ll agree with my judgment of this song’s ZFG ALPHA GLORIFICATION:
Oh, well, I’m the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are, well, you know that I’m around
I kiss ’em and I love ’em ’cause to me they’re all the same
I hug ’em and I squeeze ’em they don’t even know my name
Man of Mystery Game plus an attitude of Outcome Independence, aka Zero Fucks Given. The Wanderer knows that the pussy pedestal is a penis prison, and he should fight the urge to idealize women and to succumb to oneitis by treating women as if they were interchangeable.
They call me a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around, around
Chicks love a hard-to-get man.
Oh, well, there’s Flo on my left and there’s Mary on my right
And Janie is the girl, well, that I’ll be with tonight
And when she asks me, which one I love the best?
I tear open my shirt and I show “Rosie” on my chest
Poon Commandment VII: Keep two in the kitty. Season with a bit of Dread Game and jealousy plotlines.
‘Cause I’m a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around, around
What’s the opposite of a beta male puppy dog begging for validation? An alpha male lion roaming the veldt for prey!
Oh, well, I roam from town to town
I go through life without a care
And I’m as happy as a clown
I with my two fists of iron and I’m going nowhereI’m the type of guy that likes to roam around
I’m never in one place, I roam from town to town
And when I find myself fallin’ for some girl
Yeah, I hop right into that car of mine, I drive around the world
Love is The Wanderer’s Achilles’ heel. But instead of allowing himself to swoon straight into tingle-killing domestication, he makes distaff hearts flutter wildly by refusing the nuptial leash.
Yeah I’m a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around, aroundOh yeah, I’m the type of guy that likes to roam around
I’m never in one place, I roam from town to town
And when I find myself a-fallin’ for some girl
I hop right into that car of mine and drive around the world
Disappearing acts are cunt-nip.
Yeah, ’cause I’m a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around, around, around, around‘Cause I’m a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around‘Cause I’m a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I doubt a song with this unapologetically caddish message could be released today. Not so much because the arts and entertainment complex is suffused with bitterbitches and gays, but because there aren’t any men left with the requisite high T and heavy balls who’d want to proudly celebrate the male romantic prerogative. We’re in a male feminist world now, and our women are the worse for it.
The theme of this song and its time — 1961 America, right in the heart of the Great Compression when relations between the sexes were at its precious polarity zenith and wage-earning men could still acquire a reasonably pretty and slender wife (and nonWhite Diversity™ had not yet gutted the soul of the nation) — is puzzling when examined in its cultural context. Was it a rebellious sneer against the implicit monogamous restrictions placed on men, or was it a reflection of a sexual market that was perhaps wilder than we assume, or (my personal theory) reflective of the attitude of people at the time who understood the sexes were innately different and that men who make themselves a challenge to women are sexier than men who appease women?
PS On another note, check that handsome 1961 crowd in the video. Not a fatty, bluehair, or soyboy in the mix. America was truly a better country then, and no amount of blathering about BUT MUH IPHAG is gonna change the reality that as a culture, we Americans have devolved into quasi-mutants. Sad!
damn ch
guinea-american?
[CH: i like to test the impulse control of my hotheaded sicilian-american readers.]
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The guy who wrote this was Italian too, Ernie Maresca. My father knew them both and said when these guys walked past you on the avenue, YOU were the one who knew to move out the way.
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Dion was never that sort of badass… in fact, he was rather diminutive and more the “nice guy” type.
Now, that’s not saying that, as a big recording star in the early sixties, he didn’t have a retinue of goombas whose shadows once killed a dog. 😉
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Where are you getting “Dion was never that sort of badass?” He ran with the Fordham Baldies gang. He might not have been lanky, but he wasn’t short (but for that matter, Ronnie Van Zant was very short but still beat the hell out of everyone). Anyway, my dad was a leather-jacketed hood who ran with tough guys and even they were afraid of Dion — not his crowd but him personally.
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Dude, he was 5′ 6″, if memory serves… and already a heroin addict by 1960.
Besides, from the time Teenager In Love came out until his popularity waned in the mid-sixties, I doubt he spent much time running with the boyz and kicking azz.
That said, a more recent release of his, King Of New York, boasts of street dominance… but it’s just a song.
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Check that, King Of The New York Streets.
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interesting that he never smiles in the video.
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greg
i can think of about a dozen 5’4 – 5’5 dudes off the top of my head that u would absolutely want no part of
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ol t-rex arms ricky hatton would have u shitting blood
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a short dude who’s ready to take a hit and knows what he’s doing is a huge fucking problem
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You’re not telling me anything new that there are badass dudes in the mid-five foot range… fucking DUH!
But there aren’t too many Lochinvars at 5′ 6″ who are heroin addicts and who are on the road touring constantly in the limelight as singers who are keeping up with their MMA skills… FUCKING DUH!
Now go play in traffic eggnog, and quit belaboring irrelevancies.
(((shakin’ mah haid)))
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i spar with a 5’6-5’7 darkie on occassion
first time i wasn’t ready for the speed
i legit thought he cracked my ribs
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My own background is part-Italian, part-Slav, and it amuses me to see Heartiste lauding the Germans and the English above all else. But I have a feeling that in a battle he’d be back to back with them … especially in these pozzy, pozzy times …
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I don’t think the greaseballs mind being called guineas. Even if the wops did, those goombahs would let you know.
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If there’s anything I can’t stand, it’s intolerance…
… and Canadians.
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“Hey, the Irishman is here to take all youse guineas money!”
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This NW European VS South and East European identity is going stale.
NWEs are Awesome, insert photo of Notre Dame Cathedral here, etc.
EEs and SEs are Awesome, insert photos of the Parthenon, the Pantheon, and the St. Basil Cathedral here, etc.
Can’t we (Europeans) just get along?
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Cracker,
That’s awesome. From the Christmas in 1918, right?
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If they bring (consistently) hot women to the table, sure we can get along.
This is also why I will never get along with blacks and jews.
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@Hawk
yeah, i think you are correct on that. christmas
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I could be wrong but this blog is a lament to WASPS for selling out whilst East Europeans are now venerated for their women and masculinity ..the last great hope.
[CH: i look around and see that my fellow whites (for real) are losing their religion, their culture, their nation, and their soul. my poolside time is tinged with a sadness and indignation that i can no longer suppress. if outposts of EE masculinity provide a ray of hope for self-annihilating sanctimony-addicted whites, then i will shine that ray as far and wide as i can.]
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I loved “The Wanderer” in 1961! (I was 18, and busy in college avoiding the draft.) The times were better in many ways (gasoline was 24c/gallon), and certainly different…….
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October 25, 1415 – Hundred Years’ War: Henry V of England and his lightly armored infantry and archers defeat the heavily armored French cavalry in the Battle of Agincourt on Saint Crispin’s Day. On this day.
From Dion to Celine Dion
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http://www.artofmanliness.com/2008/09/13/manvotional-we-few-we-happy-few-we-band-of-brothers/
“St. Crispin’s Day Speech”
By: William Shakespeare
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING. What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian.’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.’
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
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I’m a hot-headed Sicilian and used to despise being called WOP.
Now I long for the days of a lily-white country where that was an insult. Given the choice between that and today’s society of odd-smelling brown women wrapped in sheets, I’ll take WOP every time. Intolerance was a good thing in retrospect.
And beyond that, the stereotypes were correct. We were a bunch of greasy gangsters and had to get with the Protestant work ethic. Still, say what you want, our women were a lot better looking that the immigrants you find today and our men at least brought style to the culture. Plus our food is WAY better than the hallal crap or whatever it is.
[CH: i speak of wopitude from a place of intimacy.]
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Speaking as someone who is a Italian-Slavic-Germanic hybrid, the term guinea is extremely offensive to older Italians. If you said this years ago to an Italian there is a high probability you might get smacked in the face especially if you were non-Italian. Italians amongst themselves dont use it as they know better. It was invented by others to denigrate Italian people.
People need to remember something – it wasnt the Italians, Poles and others that sold the US and Western countries down the river. It was the WASPs who sold the the US and European countries out to the left.
I know there is this constant veneration of the WASPs and constant put downs of southern and eastern Europeans but people need to remember that all European people are intertwined. Out enemies are not each other but rather the left.
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italian-slav-germanic here as well
that SE/EE blood keeps us uncuckable
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[…] The Alpha Male Anthem […]
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Everyone’s groomed and well-dressed. Not a single word of ebonics spoken.
When man could afford and would want to take a lady out and she’s appreciate it.
When something “to do” meant mingling with your own folk in a classy joint.
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And after you hear it, you can hum or sing it.
Have you tried to hum or sing anything you have heard lately? Maybe there’s some nice little catchphrase, then the rest is boom, tish, loop, crash, fast, slow, fast, slow, volume, loop, boom. boom, nigger jabber, (and if it’s a “diva” you will also get sustained crescendo boom falling bathetic trilling into dying whisper!)
Hum or sing that.I can’t even guess what the fuck they’re saying.
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It all sounds like a fucking nursery rhyme
Also you forgot ‘distorted low pitch voice sample’ and ‘incessant rapid fire nagger snare drum sample’
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Damn shame we even have to analyze a song like that. Crowd does look great though. Definitely have lost something special.
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And here I thought it was just a crowd of worthless Boomers, go figger. 😉
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Ha. It probably was, but they still looked good.
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In 1961 the oldest Boomers were 15 years old. It was the good looking crowd in that video that brought us the cultural disaster that was the 1960s. Historians will argue why and how it happened for the next three hundred years.
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One more point in favor of assisted suicide. First, Greg. Then, all of the boomahs.
RIP.
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At least I’d die but once… you, no-bones, die a thousand deaths every time you see one of my posts.
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The song for this era would be The Tinderer.
Oh, well, I’m the type of guy who’s rarely swiping right
I swipe for pretty girls, well, I got them in my sights
I kiss ’em and I love ’em ’cause to me they’re all the same
I hug ’em and I squeeze ’em they don’t even know my name
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Most droll. 😉
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Brilliant. I’m adding Mendo’s version to my set list.
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That would be a pretty epic parody with some famous CH quotes.
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Not quite as alpha as The Wanderer/Tinderer, but “Ramblin’ Fever” by Merle is pretty alphadawg
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Also “Stray Cat Strut”
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“60 Minute Man”
That one fascinates me. Made in the 50’s, it was just straight up about fuckin’
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For those of historical curiosity, you can check out his big hit beta anthems as well:
Runaround Sue
Donna (The Primadonna)
Later in the sixties, he went the whole pos route and revived his flagging career for a bit with Abraham, Martin, and John.
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I really enjoyed this post, but yes, I was thinking the same thing: “What about ‘Runaround Sue’?”
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what about runaround Sue?
she got tattoos, got fat, got cats after her cock carousel ran out of gas
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Naw… she wound up wearing double-knits and had bad skin.
“He’s soooo jealous… if I even look at another guy, he’ll kill me.”
“Great.”
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Yeah in the early 60s I would have banged “Runaround Sue” but the 2017 version of her is definitely someone I would want to stay away from.
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then runaround Sue became angry at men because they did not want to do her anymore, did not even look at her,
she eventually became bored with her 11 cats…so she took the name “The Spirit Within” and went on men’s blogs to taunt and insult men while pretending she herself was a successful 6 foot tall caucasian demi-god male.
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Good one, CF… I sniggered.
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When the last verse about “my old friend Bobby” was sung,I’d invariably begin to cry. (I was a youngster,course.)
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What a great, underrated movie, too…
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There is a better song about the alpha, phrased for the modern-day, by Groove Coverage, called Poison, an ode to the Man who Is Poison to her life (but she can’t get him out of her system:)
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…Alice Cooper, dude? That song came out in 1989 and doesn’t sound anything like this sack of shit. Sheesh. Is nothing sacred, anymore?
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Honorable Mention to The O’Kaysions’ “I’m a Girl Watcher”, perhaps?
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*O’kaysons
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Uh huh …
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Didn’t Andy Williams do “Music to Watch Girls By?”
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It would be interesting to run an experiment where you ran a million alternate-realities side by side, and counted which Euro-ethnic-group (because they’re all whites who’d succeed in this) did the most alpha music. Era after era after era, world after world after world, a flutter of note-full sheet music fluttering into the multiverse.
I think the top performers would be the French, the Italians, the Dutch (during royal days), and the Croatians.
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The French? PUH-LEEZE!
Don’t know if you meant popular music or all music, but if you’re talking masculine music, German composers win, hands down… Russians get the silver, and English the bronze.
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The Germans win for bombastic fervor — Wagner, fer ins’ — but the French, in different realities, with their view of women, should be more masculine. Who invented the very concept of “married … with mistress” but the French?
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Not being satisfied with w-i-f-e-y (and vice versa) and music are two different realms, Saucy.
(((shakin’ mah haid)))
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Aw, hell… I forget this sock was the erstwhile Saucy Queer.
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I would imagine it’s akin to being tricked by a tranny – upon realizing it you feel dirty and slightly ashamed.
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Wasting time replying to Saucy Queer isn’t exactly at the same level of having woken up next to him.
In short, keep the analogies apt, and the homoerotic projections to a minimum, thank you very much.
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What do you expect me to do, kiss up to you and try to win your fair hand in marriage? Relax a little, Greg. It’s just an internet forum.
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Whoa, I was talking about a stray glance across a crowded room with a moment’s confusion – but you had to go straight to full-on penetration! Some people have dirty minds… (SMH).
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You should be more circumspect about using the word “tricked” then…
… ’cause language matters, amirite? 😉
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I vote this – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8NZWy6RWQA
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Miss the chateau with this ooga-booga bullshit.
(((shakin’ mah haid)))
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Peep the lyrics.
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Peep this… you’re not telling us anything new that n1gger rap is chock full of shitskin braggadocio.
Who gives a shit?
We’re talking about a song that filled the airwaves daily, every teenage boy (and girl, for that matter) pretty much knew the lyrics by heart.
Cultural preponderance and ubiquitous exposure is the main point here.
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Video doesn’t work.
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Could be an eff bee eye phishing attempt. Don’t click on that fucking link.
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Tupac – I Get Around
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[…] There have been plenty of cad anthems in the rock and country music pantheons celebrating raw masculine privilege, but the song “I’m a Wanderer”, sung by Guinea-American Dion and released in 1961, is in my factual opinion the greatest alpha male anthem in American history. https://heartiste.wordpress.com/2017/10/25/the-alpha-male-anthem/ […]
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Although we all have examples of alpha songs, I think CH’s point was that this particular song was a huge (and I mean YUGE) popular hit played on every radio station back in that day.
I Get Around by the Beach Boys is the only other type of this kind that comes immediately to mind.
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The markets for radio, like those of TV, have fragmented massively. There could have been only a few major stations for New York, now every niche on the bandwidth is eked out, plus satellite radio.
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I agree. Songs hit #1 on the pop chart these days and the vast majority of Americans have never heard of them before because things are so niched out.
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Another good one by the Beach Boys was California Girls. The lyrics leave unsaid that the singer has tasted all the varieties of girls, hence his preference.
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We should compile an Alpha Song Playlist. Seriously.
Final decisions made by CH. He probably wants something else to do in his spare time.
Pitch the idea to KTel, make a fortune, use the proceeds to topple the Cathedral.
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AC/DC’s Big Balls
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Random thoughts:
Audioslave: I am the Highway
Journey: Separate Ways (theme song for an alpha widow)
George Thoroghgood: Bad to the Bone
The Heavy: How do you like me Now?
Frank Sinatra: My Way
Five Finger Death Punch: Bad Company
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Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap!
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It’s coming together.
Hey, what was that Maroon 5 song CH wrote about awhile back?
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Bon Jovi “Blaze of Glory
Supertramp “Goodbye Stranger”
COUNTERPOINT:
Jules: “I’ll just walk the earth.”
…
Vincent: “No Jules, you’re gonna be like those pieces of shit out there who beg for change. They walk around like a bunch of fuckin’ zombies, they sleep in garbage bins, they eat what I throw away, and dogs piss on ’em. They got a word for ’em, they’re called bums. And without a job, residence, or legal tender, that’s what you’re gonna be – a fuckin’ bum!”
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PA, the list would actually be more at home on your blog.
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AC/DC: Shoot to Thrill
“Too many women…too many pills..”
AC/DC: TNT “…hide your daughter…hide your wife”
Bon Jovi: Dead or Alive “on a steel horse I ride…”
NIN: Closer “I wanna f— you like an animal”
Johnny Cash: Hurt
Disturbed: Sound of Silence
Team America: America, F— Yeah!
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Sinatra was the most alpha singer in American history.
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Reb, you’re right about Sinatra, and the funny thing is he sang mostly Beta type songs. CH wrote about this once in the context of rock stars, they sing bubble gum beta love songs, but they offset that with serious alpha swagger. Sinatra had that in spades.
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Arguably, when one considers the life off the stage as well.
Dean Martin was actually a more melodic singer and just as ZFG, and probably considered more handsome.
Tom Jones (the Welshman, not our no-bones) has to be in the running, considering the mountain of hotel keys and panties they had to sweep off the stage after his performances.
And on the other side of the fence, there’s the other rat packer, Sammy Davis, Jr.,
I mean, I could see how a White girl could fall for him… like that Swedish girl?
“Wha? You mean you condone that stuff? You have to watch how you say things, people might get the wrong idea. Just say he’s talented and leave it at that. I don’t wanna be kissing Nat King Cole here.”
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Also, the one song he sang that he liked least, at least for a long while, was “My Way.” He thought it made him sound like an asshole. He eventually warmed up to it, but for about a decade he didn’t like singing it.
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Don Rickles turns around and insults Sinatra:
“I just saw your movie, The Pride and the Passion, and I want to tell you, the cannon was great. Make yourself at home, Frank. Hit somebody.”
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Don’t forget about Elvis.
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Dean Martin was an alcoholic alpha. Sinatra was an insecure alpha that worried about being perceived as beta.
Midgets can never be alpha (sorry Sammy Davis). Freddie Mercury would have been a yuge alpha if he was heterosexual. Tom Jones slept with 250 women a year including Miss World Marjorie Wallace. Biggest alpha.
Omega: Nsync, greg eliot, one direction, bieber and all pop singers since Gloria Estefan dropped her tenth studio solo album.
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If you’re gonna go nigger singers. Johnny Mathis IMHO.
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Dude was as queer as a three-dollar bill.
That said, Johnny Carson used to say “More bras were unhooked to his voice than any other.”
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AKA “The African Queen”.
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In that susan anton clip, johnny mathis looks like Greg Brady in blackface…
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Mathis was the Greg Brady of negroes at the time, wholly acceptable to White audiences as “one of the good ones”.
His voice was, no question, eminently listenable.
I forgot how good an actual singer Anton was… surprised that she wasn’t a bigger star with multiple hit records.
Guess she didn’t put out for the (((right))) people, because I remember many singers of that era who were not as beautiful or melodious as her, yet had three times the success.
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I always dug this one. Lovett didn’t write it, but the only other videos I could find online were Woodie Guthrie (No.) and some ancient vocal group.
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That song cured me of a broken heart once. I was all ate up with oneitis after a breakup when I heard that on the radio while driving to a new job four states away.
After that I go “Heck yeah!”
I was banging a new blonde within the week.
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which song?? it doesn’t show what you’re responding to
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I think he means the Team America song Hawk mentioned above.
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Dion has to go back.
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Droll.
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May I nominate the following as a stellar anthem in itself…
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The lyrics “I’m not your boy toy” can also be replaced with “I’m not a soy boy”
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Of course, the burning question remains:
Is it truly alpha to have a girl’s name tatooed on your chest?
Discuss among yourselves… I’ll be over by the jukebox.
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We must figure out what is deemed alpha and beta.
How alpha is it if you speak her name?
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Touche`
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no
fuck no
u’ve made urself her property
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tats should stay gang and military culture
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But what if the tattoo implied some kind of ownership? Something like “tammy, ur my biatch”
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i’ll fess up tho
i considered tatting a girl’s name on my body
she was going to get my initials on her ass
we were going to go do it together
thank gawd that shit fizzled out
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Ownership tat goes on the gal’s backside: “Property Of xxx”
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Greg, that’s outstanding
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If you must have a tattoo then consider the broken heart plus a banner that reads: “Your Name Here…”
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That “Property Of” tat on the gal’s ass is a staple of motorcycle clubs from way back in the day.
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Tatts are for slaves.
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There is no Rosie, I think.
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Not after he beta’ed out and put her name on his chest, amirite?
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Yes, when a chick asks ‘who’s that?’, dish out some Serial Killer game heh heh…
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My assumption has always been that “Rosie” is his mom, the only girl he’ll ever love best. Classic Eye-talian.
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Hadn’t thought of it from that angle… not totally convinced, since “Mother” or “Mom” is the usual tat, but +1 for the idea.
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I’m old enough to remember when tats were for:
1. Military
2. Ex. Cons
3. Bikers
Then came the 1990s.
Tattoos are the current generation’s version of my generation’s mix tapes…
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And my generation’s love beads, surfer’s crosses, and troll dolls. kek
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Well said, Hawk
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LOL Greg.
Need to make Pepe dolls for Gen Z.
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40 years from now, I’m going to see some geriatric Gen Xer with a tattoo on his arm saying “Alannis 4-Ever” and I’m going slap him.
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Why wait?
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LOL, summer of ’96, I’m hanging out with some friends, all in our 20s. We’re in the NIN, Bush, Tool subculture. Radio is on, DJ says something about Alanis tickets going on sale.
Dude that looks like vocalist for Toad the Wet Sprocket in “Walk on the Ocean” video says “you guys wanna go?” Dude that looks like guitarist for Toad the Wet Sprocket in same video throws an empty soda can at him and says “get tha fuck outta here!”
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PA,
LOL. Great story.
My roommate in the late 1980s handed me the Jagged Little Pill CD and said check it out.
I returned it promptly and told him that she doesn’t know the definition of “Ironic” plus, she seems to only sing lists.
[CH: leave it to a girl to confuse garden variety bummers with irony.]
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PA, someone should have yelled at him “you outta know!”
kekekekek
Ah, the 90s. . . .it’s my contention that 1998 was the last best year. Minimal cell phones around. No high-speed internet. Email was still somewhat novel.
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Allannis lol. Pumped n dumped by Joey from Full House. That musta hurt, sent her bat shit crazy.
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I ‘ve often thought that Alanis Morissette’s “You Oughta Know” is the ultimate Alpha Widow song. If you listen to the lyrics, she’s clearly been used by an alpha and dumped for YTH pussy.
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so bizzrre…I was driving around round round round, and I saw some car with licence plate “looch”
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In 1961, only the hardest of hard ass mother fuckers got tattoos. There weren’t local tattoo parlors except in the most dangerous neighborhoods in town. Sailors and criminals got tattoos. Nobody else.
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Brothers and sisters:
Sin must not reign over your mortal bodies
so that you obey their desires.
And do not present the parts of your bodies to sin
as weapons for wickedness,
but present yourselves to God as raised from the dead to life
and the parts of your bodies to God
as weapons for righteousness.
For sin is not to have any power over you,
since you are not under the law but under grace.
What then? Shall we sin because we are not under the law
but under grace?
Of course not!
Do you not know that if you present yourselves
to someone as obedient slaves,
you are slaves of the one you obey,
either of sin, which leads to death,
or of obedience, which leads to righteousness?
But thanks be to God that, although you were once slaves of sin,
you have become obedient from the heart
to the pattern of teaching to which you were entrusted.
Freed from sin, you have become slaves of righteousness.
ROM 6:12-18
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1980s journalist asking ppl on the street what their favorite romantic song is (Valentine’s Day is a day or two away):
Proto-shitlord TV interviewee: “I Get Around”
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https://teespring.com/shop/i-don-t-kneel-shirt-2017-7742#pid=2&cid=2397&sid=front
I don’t usually link things like this but I thought a lot of people here would appreciate it …………… it’s a fashionable t-shirt for people that “USED” to like the Non-American Felons League
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@CH ……… Link to I don’t kneel t-shirt stuck in mod ………… I thought people here would like it……….. please pass along
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I saw one that said “I kneel to no earthly entity”.
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Hey pretty women
stand in a line
I’ll make love to you baby
one at a time
I’m a man
Can’t beat the middle where they come back in with that harmonica… songs hits me every time.
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There have been several variations of “I’m A Man” (actually the original was John Lee Hooker’s “Manish Boy”, if memory serves).
Bo Diddley did a good version, the Yardbirds put there own spin on it, and I’m sure just about every blues singer and wanna be covered it at one time or another.
Spencer Davis Group also did a song called “I’m A Man”, which might have been the biggest hit for them, but it’s a different song altogether.
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Damn, “manish boy” is a good song. I couldn’t find the J.Lee Hooker version but found a muddy waters’ cover on youtube.
Appreciate the information… I never would’ve known. The yardbirds’ version was the first I heard.
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Ah stands corrected, Muddy Waters wrote it… ah sometimes gits confused and cain’t tell one n1gger from anudder.
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Jimmy Page on the guitar violin, that’s classic.
Black folks like to say the white man stole their music, but the truth is whites salvaged what blacks threw away, and took it new heights. Took their garbage and made gold.
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“…Black folks like to say the white man stole their music…”
well black folks “stole” almost everything else
it is white men who invented the the piano, the bass, the saxophone, the guitar, the electric guitar, the amplifier, the microphone, the recording equipment…and this is the short list
none of those things existed in Africa, had we left blacks there they would still be banging on tree trunks, they would have never come up with blues, jazz etc they never invented any of those instruments on which they played jazz, blues and today’s rap/hip-hop
when we found them they had not yet invented the wheel, not discovered mathematics, or calendars…they were a thousand years or a hundred thousand years from developing the technology required to do precision work on wood or metal or to even make metal objects as is needed to make a saxophone a trumpet or a piano or to make the strings on a guitar
self hating white liberals love love LOVE to say blacks invented jazz blues and a few other genres, but without our thousands of inventions blacks would still be banging on tree trunks.
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When the British Invasion came along and dominated pop music (which then evolved into heavy rock in the late sixties and early seventies) every n1gger from the past that could play three chords on a guitar suddenly became a “genius”, go figger.
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Mod is a fickle god
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“…’cuz I’m Ted Kennedy, yeah, I’m Ted Kennedy,
the car spins round and round and round and round and round….”
As heard on the Rush Limbaugh show back in the late 1980’s.
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Partial transcript of the lyrics sung by a Dion imitator on the Limbaugh show:
The Philanderer
Oh, well I’m the type of guy who would never settle down
Where pretty girls are, well you know that I’m around
I kiss ’em and I love ’em ’cause to mne they’re all the same
I get so gosh darned hammered, I don’t even know their names
‘Cause I’m a philanderer, yes a philanderer
I sleep around, around, around, around, around
All my views are on the left, got a bimbo on the right
Only God knows where I’ll be passing out tonight
And if you want to ask me which girl I love the best
I’ll tear open my shirt, got mother Rosie on my chest
‘Cause I’m a philanderer, yes a philanderer
I sleep around, around, around, around, around
Oh yeah, I’m the type of guy, he likes to roam around
I’m never in on place, I wake from town to town
But when I find myself falling for some girl
I walk right to that car of mine and I take her for a whirl
The car skids round and round and round and round and round
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you guys are all wet, the truest alpha song ever by the alphaist alpha ever, ditka
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How about YMCA? They don’t need no woman, how’s THAT for ZFG?
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those right said fred guys were pretty alfa, I bet they were swinnin in da poonz
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Nah, it’s Harry Chapin’s Taxi
And she said we must get together
But I knew it’d never be arranged
And she handed me twenty dollars for a two fifty fare
She said, “Harry, keep the change.”
Well another man might have been angry
And another man might have been hurt
But another man never would have let her go
I stashed the bill in my shirt
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In the 1990s, My father always kept the car radio dial tuned to some “oldies” AM station and I distinctly remember hearing this song as a kid and thinking, “wow, what a guy!” (It also exposed me to hits like “Runaway” by Del Shannon and “96 tears” by Question Mark and the Mysterians. Those were some times, the 60s.
I’ve heard stories about the 60s and 70s being casual sex paradises, but I wonder, is it really true? Was it really easy to get laid back then? Particularly in contrast to today’s “hookup culture”.
Uncle Greg, what say you?
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Like most tales of bygone eras, the stories expanded with age.
That said, I think my puzzlement about all this PUA fuss to get laid is well-documented, here at the chateau, and anyone with a modicum of “rap” (we used to call it, the ability to talk with girls) had no trouble scoring.
Of course, almost everybody played an instrument and was in a band, or was doing the greaser motorcycle neo-James Dean/Marlon Brando shtick, so there’s that.
All in all, it seemed like there wasn’t so many games that needed to be played, and most guys weren’t into just banging for the sake of banging, we still had a foundation in the old ways of eventually wanting to get m-a-r-r-i-e-d and have children.
And when we went to the movies, we enjoyed 007, but were grounded enough to know it was “just a movie”.
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Anthrax?
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Classic Khmer pop music is captivating in part because of the influence of early-60s American sounds. This one mesmerizes :
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Jeez, Louise… the chipmunks were more mellifluous.
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Khmer is one of the ugliest languages in the world. It manages to beat Arabic, if you can believe that.
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This one is good for a laugh as well
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OT.
CH:
please do another post scalping Mitch McConnel and Paul Ryan.
These 2 faggot traitors are the largest obstacle to the Trumpenreich’s agenda. They are pro-actively and insidiously working to destroy God Emperors and the top 3 MAGA initiatives. Wall, Tax cuts, Obonga care repeal.
And fuck GWB, John McTumor, Lindsey faggot Grahm and all their lap dogs.
fuck. can’t believe Paul Ryan sneaking amnesty into tax plan like a faggot and McConnel the turtle. slow and retarded. why aren’t they calling in the Calvary for HRC and DNC corruption?
because they are traitors and have no balls.
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the rot is so deep in DC. it’s no swamp. it’s no sewer. it’s a good damn radio active wasteland.
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1940’s & 1950’s America was awesome.
Those two eras were a Golden Age of America. Stylish, elegant, “modern”, very very cool. Even though people had less financial means in those times, they had more dignity and discipline, and lived up to higher standards.
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It was a time of less liberty, but more freedom.
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way to go boomahs
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Back then people had less, but when you have less you appreciate it more
when you own 5 phones, 6 tv sets and access to 250 tv channels, 2 or 3 cars, 80 pairs of shoes…well you don’t appreciate any of that much.
the more you have the more you want.
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What about this one? (The extended version is beta tho)
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Start at 00:50
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Lots of good suggestions for the “Alpha AF” song list but I don’t know how these three were overlooked
1. Rod Stewart: Stay With Me
2. Rolling Stones: Under My Thumb
3. Tom Petty: Breakdown
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Not one single ‘dark corn pop’ in the entire room. How wonderful!
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I’d have to agree with “saladin” (lol – Deus Vult asshole). A brown, with an actual job? Totally unrealistic.
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“It’s down to me, the way she talks when she’s spoken to
Down to me, the change has come, she’s under my thumb.”
Under my Thumb, by the Rolling Stones.
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Carlos Danger was right.
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You just met the last motherfucker
Who truly does not give a fuck
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Telegraph Road inspired by Knut Hamsuns’s famous novel Growth of Soil
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This explains a lot about me: I was 6 or 7, sitting with my dad in his El Camino listening on an 8 track at full volume to Jerry Jeff Walker. Up Against The Wall, Redneck Mother. Both of us singing along “He’s kickin hippies asses and raisin’ hell”
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[CH: i like to test the impulse control of my hotheaded sicilian-american readers.]
CH, compared to say the impulse control of the blockheads who murdered 6 million people? That sort of impulse control? Dress up the Anglos as much as you want because they’re a decent race, but spare us the kneepadding for the blockheads.
[CH: on the contrary, the forethought and planning required to nearly conquer the world and rid the body politic of infection indicates a high level of impulse control.]
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One horse on you, Tedesc.
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Get your facts straight shlomo. It was six TRILLION. Soap and lampshades don’t grow on trees you know….
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Moron alert.
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You’re kidding, right CH. Like you mean this sort of impulse control?
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Oi vey!
As far as jidf trolls go, you are a noob. Back to the “training” camp for you shlomo.
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This Hitler fellow… what was he, like, a leader of some sort?
I guess I show know already, but see, I wasn’t born yet.
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For every great alpha anthem there are dozens of abject beta-signaling tunes. A few that come to mind:
“Baby come back, you can blame it all on me
I was wrong, and I just can’t live without you!”
-Player
”’Cause yooooouuuu left me, just when I needed you most…”
-Randy Van Warmer
“If you leave me now, you’ll take away the biggest part of me. Ohhh no, baby please don’t go…”
-Chicago
“Take good care of my ba-a-a-by
Be just as kind as you can be-e-e-e
And if you should discover
That you don’t really love her
Just send my baby back home to me.”
-Bobby Vee
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Anything you want, you got it
Anything at all
You got it
Bleurgh
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Townes Van Zandt – Second lover’s song.
Disgusting.
Interesting though that it was the very same man, who wrote Rake:
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Or Modern Lovers – Hospital, truly vomit inducing piece.
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Indeed – pass the barf bag. Aspiring songwriters would do well to pony up some alpha lyrics for an increasingly red-pilled generation.
Unlike (ahem) this groveling eunuch:
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Chesney Hawkes – The One And Only from Doc Hollywood
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Alexander Wesselsky from german band Eisbrecher- look blond hottie starring 🙂
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This may get posted twice: random memory while thinking about alpha songs, I was 6 or 7, sitting with my dad in his El Camino, listening to an 8 track of Jerry Jeff Walker, both of us singing along to “Up Against the Wall, Redneck Mother”
Pappy was an outlaw, back in the day.
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This is on my seduction playlist
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got a good chuckle out of that. thanks man
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solid recent songs for CH:
dominos by the big pink
I already forgot everything you said – the dig
abducted – cults
tell it to the volcano – miniature tigers
hit the highway – the proclaimers
shout shout – the proclaimers
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also
my idea of fun – electric six
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pretty songs for the bad boy lovers:
cannibal superstar – electric owls
black river killer – blitzen trapper
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Tip: Lyricist got at least one thing wrong – it’s alpha for Flo, Mary and Janie to know your name, and for you NOT to know theirs.
Pretending not to know works just as well, and practiced as a habit, soon becomes genuine confusion rather than pretense.
As soon as I learn the name of a target, I substitute something similar, like Marian or Jeanie for Mary or Janie, and remember that instead.
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Speaking of quasi mutants I’m just going to leave this right here.
http://www.vdare.com/articles/of-mice-and-men-spiteful-mutations-look-bad-for-the-west
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Check any of the Woodstock crowd in 1969..not one fat person.
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Except Mama Cass.
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Freddy Cannon’s gonna have a hard time topping this.
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This is all the song you need.
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https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/MQeb269bvLc?rel=0
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I was thinking along the line of “Under my Thumb” by the rolling stones. The problem is that Mick Jagger sings it in such a fey manner. Come to think of it, the Wanderer is sung in a gentle manner.
I recently saw Mick Jagger play Ned Kelly recently.He has to be the least imitating person I have ever seen.When he robbed a bank, I expected everyone to laugh.
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“I keep blowin’ down the road…”
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“I keep blowin’ on down the road…”
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