There will be a day for the oppressor when he will be crushed like garlic.
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You can never have enough garlic. With enough garlic, you can eat The New York Times.
quote by Morley Safer
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Kielbasa
No,
I'm not Polish.
Do I have to be?
To love kielbasa...
With scrambled eggs, hashbrowns
And hot tea.
That's my favorite,
Although I do enjoy it with beans.
Leafy vegetables like cabbage also will do.
I tried to make it once.
1 -1/2 lbs of lean boneless pork
1/2 boneless veal
1 tsp.salt to add zest and zeal.
I used 1 tsp. of black crushed pepper,
With three cloves of crushed fresh garlic.
A tablespoon of mustard seed...
And a 1/4 cup of ice also crushed.
Make sure you get the casing.
Cut the meat into small chunks.
Then grind the meat with the seasonings and ice.
Mix this well...
Stuff the mixed meat into the casing.
Either smoke this stuff in an outside smoker.
Or grill.
Oh yes...
Don't forget to tie a knot into the casing!
And close each end.
If you don't you'll have sausage all over the place.
Just a Spring recipe to enjoy for Easter AND...
St. Patrick's Day.
But the Irish have their own separate deliciousness!
Recipe:
Courtesy of Global Gourmet...Global Destinations
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Battle
Dames should be doomed to dungeons
Who masticate raw onions.
She was the cuddly kind of Miss
A man can love to death;
But when I sought to steal a kiss
I wilted from a breath
With onion odour so intense
I lost my loving sense.
Yet she was ever in my thought
Like some exotic flower,
And so a garlic bulb I bought
And chewed it by the hour;
Then when we met I thrilled to see
'Twas she who shrank from me.
So breath to breath we battled there,
To dominate each other;
And though her onions odious were,
My garlic was a smother;
Till loth I said: 'If we would kiss
Let's call an armistice.
'Now we have proved that we are true
To our opinions,
My garlic I'll give up if you
Give up your onions.'
And so next day with honey sips
How sweet her lips!
poem by Robert William Service
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Oil And Garlic And Peanuts
past aroma of
garlic sticking to the oil
to crunchy peanuts
on that tryst
under the acacia trees
on a line of electric lamp posts
we watch the sea
the salty winds touch our faces
we were pure
we only want some company
we had nothing to do
it was the last day
of the garlic flavored peanuts
and then we parted
we were like the winds of the sea
on a short stay
at the boulevard
cooling off some broken dreams
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Time is on the side of the oppressed today, it's against the oppressor. Truth is on the side of the oppressed today, it's against the oppressor. You don't need anything else.
Crushed By The Wheels Of Industry (Extended Dance Mix)
Breaking in the future just before the week is up
They can do it but it's going to take some money
Have what you desire if and when you see the fact
They will lead us to the land of milk and honey
Work all day or work all night it's all the same
If you want the pay
Some drive tankers
Some are bankers
Some are workers
Some are not
It is time for a party
Destination for the nation now!
Chorus:
Crushed by the wheels of industry
Crushed by the wheels of industry
Crushed by the wheels of industry
Crushed by the wheels
Crushed by the wheels of industry
Crushed by the wheels of industry
Crushed by the wheels of industry
Crushed by the wheels
Work now!
Call me in the morning just before the breakfast show
We'll watch TV and analyse the weather
Before we go to work we'll have planned the day ahead
We'll while away the working day together
Work all day or work all night it's all the same
If you want to play
Some are nurses
Some steal purses
Some are workers
Some are not
It is time for a party
Liberation for the nation now!
Chorus
There's a party going on
That's going to change the way we live
But how do we know we've even been invited
Now the invitation's waiting
And the table is reserved
So just play it cool and don't get excited
Work or day or work all night it's all the same
Will we ever change
It's vocation or vacation
Some are workers
Some are not
It is time for a party
Syncopation for the nation now!
Chorus
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Claws In The Soul, Chained to The Past
Overwhelmed by assault
Attack or neglect
Terror and hearbreak
Self crushed and shattered
Words don't explain it
Nor reason contains it
Anger and threat
Are sharp claws in my soul
Life-body constricted
No armor sufficient
No corner is safe
No lock feels secure
Can't face or escape
This roaring oppressor
The tiger invades deep
It's screamin' in my soul
The fight and the running
Exhaust every effort
Which turn to decide on
Is always in vain
Yet, now is a moment
My body remebers
A brief state of safety
Unhooks my true soul
poem by Christine Hamilton
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Bunnies
Crushed in the arms...
Crushed in the arms of a bear.
Crushed in the arms...
Crushed in the arms of a bear.
In my strain...
In my strain...
In my strain...
In my strain...
Now I could never fall in love.
And feeling such a thrill
Why don't you anger me, anger me, I will.
Oh... Why don't you anger me?
Anger me I will.
Oh Why dont you anger me?
(crushed in the arms)
Now I could never fall in love. (i strain)
And feeling such a person. (in my strain)
And feeling such a person
Anger me. You anger me.
Strangle me. You strangle me.
Strangle me... and I strain...
And I strain... (of a bear)
And I strain... (crushed in the arms)
And I strain... (of a bear)
And I strain... (crushed in the arms)
And I strain...
Why don't you just go...
Why don't you just go...
Why don't you just go...
Strangle me... Strangle me...
Oh I strain...
Strangle me... Strangle me...
Oh I strain...
Strangle me... Strangle me...
Why dont you just..
Strangle me... Strangle me...
(Bunnies is a constantely evolving ambient song molded from Howie's Line 6 pedal. Many different versions of this song exist including different sets of lyrics.)
song performed by by Howie Day
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Crack Down
In the chiaroscuro
Raven fatefully stepped, heard a cracking-
Having crushed a human being
like a snail crossing a sidewalk
and for one fleeting eternal incarnation
became bone, crushed shell,
a formless mass.
Broken Dreams
New Love
Life of a Princess,
dreams of forever
rise with the dawn.
He was her true love
till he had won her,
then he had to control her,
make her his pawn.
Oppressor
His need to possess her
to rule her completely,
controlling him now.
It's all about him.
A warped way of thinking.
He says that he owns her
since they exchanged vows.
Trying to hang on,
seeking solutions.
Talking to counselors
(he won't go along)
Tired of the violence.
of being his puppet.
She feels like a caged bird,
life without song.
Dreams crushed, laying broken.
No hope for tomorrow.
Abuse never ending,
she must move on.
How can she tell him?
Ashamed of her weakness.
Afraid of not living
to see the next dawn.
It's a new day.
The tables have turned.
He is the prisoner
and finally she's free.
They say she's an angel.
That she is in heaven,
playing a harp
at her fathers knee.
poem by Angela Michel
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The Oppressor
the oppressor comes
with a smile
your mother has already
been bound
by the sweetness of her
words
tied to the tree of her
deceptions
from a distance you
see the slyness of
her tricks
the quickness of her hands
your eyes are puzzled
but as you are trained
in the silence of your
solitude to see the worst of
others
whose hearts are black
whose breaths are foul
who mocks the pure
and kills the innocent
you stare at her
the oppressor and stabs
her with your
honesty
that look of the saintly
that judgment of the god
who tells her
of the eventuality
the penalty laid in the
pages of the hearts of
good men
she falls on the floor
of her madness
her bat wings clipped
her fire
reduced to smoke
her body
to ashes
now you are feeling better
in this poem
that must punish her
kill her! kill her!
it shouts in all the kingdoms
of the air
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stash
Im pulling the pavement from under my nails
I brush past a garden, dependent on whales
The sloping companion I cast down the ash
Yanked on my tunic and dangled my stash
Zipping through the forest with the curdling fleas
To grow with them spindles, the mutant I seize
I capture the dread beast who falls to his knees
And cries to his cohorts, asleep in the trees
Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew
Police in a corner, gunnin for you
Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat
Laugh when they shoot you, say
Please dont do that
Control for smilers cant be bought
The solar garlic starts to rot
Was it for this my life I sought?
Maybe so and maybe not (maybe so and maybe not) [4x]
Was it for this my life I sought? (maybe so and maybe not)
Control for smilers cant be bought (maybe so and maybe not)
The solar garlic starts to rot (maybe so and maybe not)
Was it for this my life I sought? (maybe so and maybe not) [4x]
song performed by by Phish
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Whoever rubs himself with garlic will not smell of cloves.
No matter if you eat a little or a lot of garlic, the smell is just as strong.
Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of life.
quote by Cyril Connolly
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