The proverb warns that 'You should not bite the hand that feeds you.' But maybe you should, if it prevents you from feeding yourself.
quote by Thomas Szasz
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The Hand That Feeds
You're keeping in step
In the line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
Because you do
What you're told
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
What if this whole crusade's
A charade
And behind it all there's a price to be paid
For the blood
On which we dine
Justified in the name of the holy and the divine
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
So naive
I keep holding on to what I want to believe
I can see
But I keep holding on and on and on and on
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees? [8X]
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Sonnet On Curse Upon A Farmer’s Blessing
A farmer can never be churlish
even if shabby be his clothes
even if his clothes reek sweat
honest dirt grains forehead hands
his toil in hot sun blesses bellies
his labour feeds families prevents
famine starvation disease death
his field feeds pace of progress.
Destiny of kingdoms empires nations
are feed from lie in soil rough hands
dirt being cultivation civilization toils
politic threat war vast army marches
stomachs well fed fight pride glory wars
nature blesses with food feeding beasts.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Hand That Feeds
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Please, doctor, doctor, please
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Feel like an old diseace
Get your sweet ass off the floor
Doctor, doctor, doctor
I cant refuse any loose harted lady anymore
I scream your name into the crowd
You feel the flame, but yo aint proud
Mabye your attitude aint right
So all thats left for me to do is bite
The hand that feeds me
Feeds me
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, please
All things you put me through
What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that uncle john needs
I aint the dog that bites the hand that feeds me
In the middle of, with a spittle of
Et tu like birds of a feather
When another day, love another way
Push, shove, make love, play
Never never, never ever
Never ever, never ever
Na, na...
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Please do a-what you can
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Would you please give my life a hand
All the things you put me trough
What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that uncle john needs
I aint the dog that bites the hand that feeds me, yeah
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, please
(repeat)
song performed by by Aerosmith
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It Is A Leech
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
And anyone observing a leech in action,
Is not going to convince that leech to share.
The awareness of the leech doing that is not there.
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
It is a leech!
Born and taught to exist for what it is!
It is not a care provider.
Or a nourishing vegetable,
Loaded with beneficial vitamins...
Benefiting the mind and physical wellbeing of mankind.
No,
It is not!
It is a leech.
That's it.
Defined by its own circumstances.
And programmed to identify,
What it has to do to survive.
And once it knows what it is,
It is not going to be anything else.
No matter how lengthy the therapy sessions.
Or the sacrifices others make...
When the activities of the leech begins to become outsourced.
A leech is a leech!
Nothing more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People who bite the hand that feeds them usually lick the boot that kicks them.
quote by Eric Hoffer
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Do You Like It
I crawled out from the pain of yesterday
I crawled to you and
I said all the things that you said to say
Have I said enough
Do you like it yeah e yeah
Do you like it yeah e yeah
I know why youre playin these dirty games
Theyre killing me and
I know how you love to watch me beg
Well here I am
Do you like it yeah e yeah
And do you like it yeah e yeah
And do you like it yeah e yeah, yeah e yeah, yeah e yeah
I dont wanna be a puppet for you
Dont wanna bite the hand thats feeding
I dont wanna be a sucker for you, oh yes you
I hate myself for begging
I hate myself for staying
I hate myself for listening to,
You, you, you, you, you
Its too little too late
Well I cant escape
So beggin you please
I changed all the things that you told me to change
Im on my knees
Do you like it yeah e yeah
And do you like it yeah e yeah
And do you like it yeah e yeah, yeah e yeah, yeah e yeah
I dont wanna be a puppet for you
Dont wanna bite the hand thats feeding
I dont wanna be a sucker for you, ah yes you
I hate myself for begging
I hate myself for staying
I hate myself for listening to you
I just wanna get out
Stuck inside of this
Waiting for something else
Waiting to exist
Can you offer me help
Help from what I missed, I missed, i
Do you like it yeah e yeah
Do you like it yeah e yeah
Do you like it yeah e yeah, yeah e yeah, yeah e yeah
I dont wanna be a puppet for you
Dont wanna bite the hand thats feeding
I dont wanna be a sucker for you, ah yes you
I hate myself for begging
I hate myself for staying
I hate myself for listening to you oh i
For listening to you oh i
For listening to you oh i
For listening to you oh
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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Too Much Information
Destroyed by mtv, I hate to bite the hand that feeds me
So much information
The pressures on the screen to sell you things that you dont need
Its too much information for me
Hey tv child, look into my eyes
Here by intervention, I want your attention
Promotion boy in a suit and tie
He wants you to use it
Youre too shot to loose it
Its pumpin down the cable
Like never seen before
A cola manufacturer is sponsoring the war
Here comes the news with love from me to you
Destroyed by abc I hate to bite the hand that feeds me
So much information
The pressures on the screen to sell you things that you dont need
Its too much information for me
Turn on the tube
Hits you with the groove
Advertizin muzik -
We want you to choose it.
These teeth are white, trainers ultra brite,
This band is perfect just dont scratch the surface.
We covered all the angles, the survey people said
Just put us ont he cover well be smilin anyway
This video was made with love to you.
song performed by by Duran Duran
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I've always been the breadwinner and men don't like that. They turn on you. They bite the hand that feeds them. Eventually, too, they become very jealous of the love one has with an audience.
quote by Shirley Bassey
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Penny Pinched
Visitations of subservience...
They adorn their Sunday best and await.
A colonialized attachment excites.
And they do not bite the hand,
That feeds them from a buffet...
Of accepted identities they obey.
As they try to remain good boys and girls,
All their lives.
With a pride dignitized and churched!
Where they peek and perch to point and gossip.
And pray their well-being is kept penny pinched,
From hand-me-downs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bite My Lip
I got a nine to five it seems like it never ends
I got a touchy boss that wants me in his hands, yeah
And no is a word that he doesn't understand
He says baby can you work with me tonight
I know he knows that I can use the overtime, yeah
But I can tell he's gonna hand me another line
I gotta bite my lip
Keep it inside
Gotta bite my lip
Just let it ride
I gotta bite my lip
Watch what I say
Gotta bite my lip
Just walk away
Yeah I run straight home I got a hot date tonight, yeah
I got a chilled champage for dinner by candle light
He's gonna be here soon and everything will be alright
I get a call, Guess who's on the other line
I can't make it tonight, Can we do it another time yeah
Oh the nerve, I'd like to give him a piece of my mind
I gotta bite my lip
Keep it inside
Gotta bite my lip
Just let it ride
I gotta bite my lip
Watch what I say
Gotta bite my lip
Just walk away
I gotta bite my lip
Keep it inside
Gotta bite my lip
Just let it ride
I gotta bite my lip
Watch what I say
Gotta bite my lip
Just walk away
song performed by by Shania Twain
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The Rattle-Gator
an unselfish reptile
with absolute honesty
he warns you he's right here
with purity of purpose
he will bite you, poison you, eat you
swampish love
rolling in the sun
digesting your body
or watching you run
poem by Jimi Doyle
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Bite dog
Street dog
Bite another dogs...
Bite
men and women...
Bite cat...
Bite...
Bite...
The dog bite all
At night time
One car was dash
The dog
Dog was dead...
Dog dead body on
The street...
Nobody watch him...
Bite dog is
Politkal dog...
Or monky dog...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Until a friend or relative has applied a particular proverb to your own life, or until you've watched him apply the proverb to his own life, it has no power to sway you.
quote by Nicholson Baker
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Taxes On The Farmer Feeds Us All
(traditional, adapted by ry cooder)
(d) - (a) - (e)
(a) we worked through spring and winter, through (d) summer and through (a) fall
But the mortgage worked the hardest and the (e) steadiest of us all
It (a) worked on nights and sundays, it (d) worked each holiday
(e) settled down among us and it never went (a) away
The farmer comes to town with his wagon broken down
The farmer is the man who feeds us all
If you only look and see I know you will agree
That the farmer is the man who feeds us all
(a) the farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He buys on his credit until (e) fall
Then they (a) take him by the hand
And they (d) lead him from his land
And the (e) merchant is the man who gets it (a) all
The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He lives on his credit until fall
With the interest rates so high
Its a wonder he dont die
But the taxes on the farmer feeds us all
Well, the banker says hes broke and the merchant stops and smoke
But they forget that its the farmer that feeds them all
It would put them to the test if the farmer took a rest
And theyd know that its the farmer that feeds them all
The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
Lives on his credit until fall
Well, his pants are wearing thin
His condition, its a sin
cause the taxes on the farmer feeds us all
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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A proverb is the horse of conversation: when the conversation lags, a proverb revives it.
Don't
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
Don't spit upon their grave
Don't take one another for granted
Noones born to be a slave
Don't hurt one anothers feelings
Just practise what you preach
Don't forget 'skies the limit' or
however far you can reach
Don't fall by the wayside
It's hard to get back on track
Once you've lost who you are
There's no more going back
Just don't do this and don't do that
and do not break these rules
These ones are important
and only broke by fools
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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Radio Radio
I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial
Doing anything my radio advised
With every one of those late night stations
Playing songs bringing tears to me eyes
I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
When the switch broke cause its old
Theyre saying things that I can hardly believe.
They really think were getting out of control.
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they dont give you any choice
cause they think that its treason.
So you had better do as you are told.
You better listen to the radio.
I wanna bite the hand that feeds me.
I wanna bite that hand so badly.
I want to make them wish theyd never seen me.
Some of my friends sit around every evening
And they worry about the times ahead
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
And the promise of an early death
You either shut up or get cut up;
They dont wanna hear about it.
Its only inches on the reel-to-reel.
And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools
Tryin to anaesthetise the way that you feel
[chorus]
Wonderful radio
Marvelous radio
Wonderful radio
Radio, radio...
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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1%
All the people I know wanna be left alone
Some people! I don't know?
They wont leave you alone
You gotta be just - be just like them
Biggest gang I know they call the government
Gang is a weapon
That you trade your mind in for
You gotta be just - be just like them
The gang
And the government
No different
The gang
And the government
No different
The gang
And the government
No different
That makes me 1%
That makes me 1%
Trouble comes down
Like a foot steppin heavy
Shake your fist
At the bitch
Or wave your money
You gotta be right
You gotta be right
Don't be no
Supper for a big fish
With the big lip
And the over -
Bite - bite
You gotta bite
Bite - bite - bite - dabita
Bite - bite - badadabita
Bite - bite - bite - bite
Bite - bite - bite - bite
Sll the people I know wanna be left alone
Some people I don't know?
They wont leave you alone!
You gotta be just - be just like them
The gang
And the government
No different
The gang
And the government
No different
The gang
And the government
No different
That makes me 1%
That makes me 1%
That makes me 1%
That makes me 1%
song performed by by Jane's Addiction from Jane's Addiction
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Can't touch this
bite the bit
bite the heart
say that's it
our life our art
bite the lip
bite the word
quickly slip
in holes unheard
we both know
we'll be amiss
'cos we can't
can't touch this
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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