The more you stir the mire, the more it stinks.
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Stop The Train (feat. Peter Tosh)
Stir it up little darling, stir it up
Come on baby come on and stir it up little darling, stir it up
It's been a long long time since I've got you on my mind
And now you are here
I say it's so clear
To see what we can do, honey, just me and you
Come on and stir it up, little darling, stir it up
Come on baby come on and stir it up little darling, stir it up
I'll push the wood, I'll blaze your fire
Then I'll satisfy your heart's desire
Said I'll stir it up, yeah, ev'ry minute, yeah
All you got to do is keep it in, baby
And stir it up, little darling, stir it up
Come on and stir it up, oh, little darling, stir it up, yeah
Oh, will you quench me while I'm thirsty?
Come and cool me down when I'm hot?
Your recipe, darling, is so tasty
And you sure can stir your pot
So stir it up, little darling, stir it up
Come on and stir it up, oh, little darling, stir it up
Come on and stir it up, oh, little darling, stir it up
song performed by by Bob Marley
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The more you stir a turd, the worse it stinks.
If you will stir up the mire, you must bear the smell.
If something stinks, I say it stinks. But I try to massage it a little and not be as cutting, come behind it with a joke: Hey, I cut you deep, but now let me put a couple of stitches in you.
quote by Wanda Sykes
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No Child
I HEARD in the night the pigeons
Stirring within their nest:
The wild pigeons' stir was tender,
Like a child's hand at the breast.
I cried 'O stir no more!
(My breast was touched with tears).
O pigeons, make no stir
A childless woman hears.'
poem by Padraic Colum
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Century
Everybody's here
Puke stinks like beer
This could be a city
This could be a graveyard
You stole my idea
You stole my idea
Everybody's anxious
For the coming of the crisis
The collapse of the justice
I can smell your armpits
You stole my idea
You stole my idea
You stole my idea
This puke stinks like beer and everybody's here
Come on
song performed by by Live from Secret Samadhi
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Not For Sale!
black coffee...
a blood pressure pill,
one aspirin, two ibuprofen,
and up to face the day!
what doesnt hurt
often fumbles or stumbles.
set your chin,
and tear down a wall!
truth barks,
and often growls.
what stinks just stinks,
no need to cover!
the work we do
with mechanical souls,
merely feeds the body,
what about the mind?
years sharpen doubt...
cold water is cold.
and poverty and loss...
you know the rest!
black coffee...
dont try to sell me.
i can still feel the heat,
and my soul is not for sale!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Stacey Please
(tick, tick) (I cant get it, yeah) yeah, yeah (haha)
Thats a song by a six-year-old -
A six-year-old friend of mine.
Yeah, lets do that again, ready? (ha-ha) ready?
M.c. hammer stinks, he stole my girl away
She stole my heart away, m.c. hammer stinks
Stacey please come back to me, I need your love, you know I do
M.c. Ive got a message for ya, youre gonna get it, yeah
Groovy.
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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I, Centaur (A Fantasy)
I, Centaur gallop on wind and fire
Across the meadows, across the mire
While demons in unearthly rage
Bellow from their burning stage
Curses on them above
“Let Lucifer take you below”
Saddened by some desire
We fall, but not on fire
Heaven help the fallen man
Here I am, I fall where I stand
Listen demons of the mist
I mock you with hand and fist
Come take your bounty fire
I wait for you across the mire
Hordes of hell now gather close
Listen to thy heavenly host
Listen to yon sweet harp play
Now listen to my sharp blade slay
Turn around - run
Cower once more underground
Back across meadow and mire
I, Centaur gallop on wind and fire
17 Nov 1978
poem by David Harris
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The wagon
I pushed a wagon through a muddy road
I pushed and I pulled all for naught
The wagon did not move nor did it stir
Its rear wheels stack in the murky mire
I withdraw thinking...
This wagon did not want to see the truth
This is why it will never change course or move
A wagon is a wagon
It trots the roads or be dragged on
It lives its life and endures its truth
It is only me
From whom the truth may hide
This plain truth engraved on a rock
Yet boggles taunts and tantalize in a mock
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Something Rotten
It seems were here i
Miss you something rotten
The stinks are here
Its guaranteed alls forgotten
Down here
Down here its clear that your uncut
Dont fear
Dont fear, keep all this forgotten
Face down
Face down
Face down, I miss you something rotten
Face down
Face down, this crown is broken rotten
Down here, down here, I know its not, its all forgotten
Down here, down here, face down, I miss you something rotten
Down here, down here, it stinks, it stinks of something rotten
Dont fear, dont fear, keep all this forgotten
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here
Theres something rotten down here...
song performed by by Placebo
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Ty-Age Troubled Mind
Detox botox fleshbox fix
Fashion freak flavor mix
Stir ra ra stir ra ra I am I am
Beauty pot Clara getting old, damm!
Charismatic Clarissima
Schismatic Bellissima!
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Sonnet: Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire
Of watching you; and swing me suddenly
Into the shade and loneliness and mire
Of the last land! There, waiting patiently,
One day, I think, I’ll feel a cool wind blowing,
See a slow light across the Stygian tide,
And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing,
And tremble. And I shall know that you have died,
And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream,
Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host,
Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam—
Most individual and bewildering ghost!—
And turn, and toss your brown delightful head
Amusedly, among the ancient Dead.
poem by Rupert Brooke
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Sonnet: Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire
Of watching you; and swing me suddenly
Into the shade and loneliness and mire
Of the last land! There, waiting patiently,
One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing,
See a slow light across the Stygian tide,
And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing,
And tremble. And I shall know that you have died,
And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream,
Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host,
Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam --
Most individual and bewildering ghost! --
And turn, and toss your brown delightful head
Amusedly, among the ancient Dead.
poem by Rupert Brooke
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Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire
Of watching you; and swing me suddenly
Into the shade and loneliness and mire
Of the last land! There, waiting patiently,
One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing,
See a slow light across the Stygian tide,
And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing,
And tremble. And I shall know that you have died,
And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream,
Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host,
Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam --
Most individual and bewildering ghost! --
And turn, and toss your brown delightful head
Amusedly, among the ancient Dead.
poem by Rupert Brooke
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