Children are guilty of unpardonable rudeness when they spit in the face of a companion; neither are they excusable who spit from windows or on walls or furniture.
Saint John Baptist de La Salle in The Rules of Christian Manners and Civility (1695)
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Spit It Out
If theres rage inside you so you cannot think
Spit it out
If you get so angry that you cannot speak
Spit it out
Talk to him or her or it
And tell them where they can put it
Spit it out, spit it out
You got to talk to him or her or it
And take aim with your mouth and spit
Spit it out, spit it out
If you get worked over at your job
Spit it out
If a taxi almost runs you down
Spit it out
You got to take aim with your mouth and speak
And give it to them right between the teeth
Spit it out, spit it out
Talk to him or her or it
And take aim with your mouth and spit
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out
Hey, hey, hey
If youre patient and you have the time
Spit it out
Wait till theyre on the decline
Spit it out
The chinese say you meet the hard with the soft
The yin with the yang, the down with the up, oh
Spit it out, spit it out
You got to grab that dumb he, she or it
And give it to them right between the teeth
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, babe, spit it out
Hey
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Spit It Out
(coverdale/galley)
I never knew what a kiss could mean
Until the first time I kissed you,
You took my love in the palm of your hand
An showed me what a woman could do
Now I dont want sugar coated loving
Just silver tongue tenderness,
You gotta give me a certain satisfaction
The kind of love you seal with a kiss
An spit it out, spit it out, spit it out
If you dont like it
Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out
If you dont like it
I can remember, I can recall
When I first set my eyes on you,
Ill never forget the thrill of it all
Dreaming of the things we could do
Baby, you must be crazy,
Fooling with a man like me,
cos I roll my dice with a heart of ice
An make it clear to see
Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out
If you dont like it
Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out
If you dont like it
I never knew what a kiss could mean
til the first time I kissed you,
You took my love in the palm of your hand
An showed me what a woman could do
Your sweet caress an tenderness
Can take the pain away,
The things that you do make a queen out of you
An make me a king for a day
If you dont like it, spit it out
Now I know what your love can do
Ill be hanging round your door,
An Im gonna love you baby,
Ill give you more than you bargained for
Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out
If you dont like it
Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out
If you dont like it
Spit it out, if you dont like it...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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spit to God
how foolish of you
to spit to God
who lives in the sky
the spit returns
back to you
who lives on
earth below
and you smell
as foul as your
own dried spittle.
spit to God &
you spit on your face.
as you hate me
shall you hate yourself
you get hurt so badly
and i am so sorry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Broken Face
I got a broken face
I got a
I got a broken face
Uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, ooo
I got a broken face (3x)
There was this boy who had two
Children with his sisters
They were his daughters
They were his favourite lovers
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue
I got a broken face, uh-hu, uh-hu
I got a broken face
There was this man who snapped his poke
In little pieces
And then they drilled holes
And then they put em back in there
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue
I got a broken face
Uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, ooo
I got a broken face
The little thing who does my laundry
Speaks no english
But if you saw her
Youd say isnt she lovely
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue
song performed by by Pixies
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Spittoon
Spitting in any form is bad
Spitfire is dangerous
Spit destroy everything.
Spitting cobra spray venom
Unbalanced man spit emotion
Scorn fear condemnation.
Spitupon is not civilised
Spit it out left manything.
Here is spittoon
If you want to be good
throw out everything spit
In this spittoon
And get a bonbon
And get a boon.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Spit It Out
Back then my life was empty
Most things around disturbed me
Messed-up and really restless
My head was filled with distless
Until the day you saved me
You made me see things clearly
Nothing is ever hopeless
Got to know how to love myself
You made me love you, me and life
(chorus:) Go ahead, spit it out, go ahead,
go ahead, spit it out
That I am stupid
Go ahead, spit it out, go ahead,
go ahead, spit it out
That I was mistaken
Go ahead, spit it out, go ahead,
go ahead, spit it out
That I missed my chances
Go ahead, spit it out, go ahead,
go ahead, spit it out
That I cannot fix it
Right now I grab my head and
Look back at what I have done
I've been a total fool
Can find no explanation
One day I could not take it
Guess things were just too perfect
So I took my stuff and left you
Though I will always love you
Thought you saved me I still left you
(chorus)
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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The Sun
it is basic
the sun shines brightly
even if you have
to condemn it
it is public knowledge
that when you spit
to the sky
you spit at your own
face
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If you spit against the wind, you spit in your own face.
Dont Spit On My Mind
(m - deris, grosskopf l - deris)
Every lie will win a prize
Love sold by a whore
Claculated sacrifice
Death without a war
Aftermath and alibies
Straw-doll-chess to please the floor
Dont tell me of any wonders shiftting gold
Dont tell me of a hard way we have to go throutgh
Still we pay your warmth out of the cold
Do you really think were blind?
Dont spit on my mind
Dont spit on my mind
Dont spit on my mind
Any form of government
Has a black sheep part
But the brave will never know
What the black sheeps start
In the name of country-love
They enrich themselves apart
Dont tell me of any wonders shiftting gold
Dont tell me of a hard way we have to go throutgh
Still we pay your warmth out of the cold
Do you really think were blind?
Dont spit on my mind
Dont spit on my mind
Dont spit on my mind
We are the people, we are the messes you are for
We give the power and our desire must be your law
Dont think Im standing here all alone of a kind
Dont think because youre still there
Means that we are all blind
Dont spit on my mind
Dont spit on my mind
Dont spit on my mind
Solo 1: michael
Solo 2: roland
song performed by by Helloween
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Dictators Of Ape Recognized Form
society asks ape we write piecemeal
chews on souls like pieces of paper
torn ripped cow cud spit ball wads
spit out small wads sport indifferent
spit out writer line walker discontent
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Wistfully Watching
They explore the world
through windows,
church windows,
school windows,
two up, two down windows,
castle windows,
large windows,
small windows.
They see it all,
from blameless to guilty,
from noble to treacherous,
through windows.
From skyscraper windows,
to basement flat windows,
from paupers windows,
and palace windows
they watch, absorb, suck it in.
Later when they have grown
they will remember,
try to empathise,
rationalise
decipher the coded metaphors,
but some day
they will be demoralised
by the windows of life.
There they sit __ wistfully watching __
the children
of our times.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Black Box
it is there, i know, it has always been there,
and will always be there, even if i shy away from
its darkness, always, i find myself taking the steps
towards its oblong door, i promise myself, and
keep more promises,
attuned, the promises do not mean a thing,
and now i am inside this black box again,
the walls are silent like the starless sky,
the floors are ready to receive me back
to their feet, i lie on the bed of desire,
on the mattress of emptiness, i spit, and i spit
on my face, it does not matter now,
there is no trace of sleep, there is only the stare,
but i do not have the fear anymore,
the confrontation is serious, i sin, and i must
sin responsibly. i hug my own body, and i kiss
my face, the mirror that faces me understands
all these, and now, it smiles, and goes back
to the silence that accepts. I have dues to pay.
My pocket is ready to empty its body.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wishful Thinking
Wish on your left hand, spit in the right hand.
Tell me my good friend what do you expect?
I'll tell you, Nothing! Do you understand?
Wishing is nothing but willful neglect.
To sit awaiting your ship to come in
is just pie-in-the-sky for all dreamers.
For most if not all, take it on the chin
for the fantasies of these believers.
The spit in the hand is of little use
perhaps flattening cowlick one morning.
Yet even this task of digestive juice
has worthwhileness more useful than yearning.
Young children are known to wish on a star
but as an adult you'll never get far.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Black Mountain Blues
Old black mountain
Tried to spit in your face
Old black mountain
Tried to spit in your face
Babys grubbing whiskey
Oh shes practising ? ? ?
Old black mountain
Mean as they can be
Old black mountain
Mean as they can be
They use ground butter
Just to sweeten the tea
Had a girl in black mountain
Sweetest girl in town
Had a girl in black mountain
Sweetest girl in town
But she met a sweet black man
Then she threw me down
Well, old black mountain
Cant keep man in jail
Well, old black mountain
Cant keep man in jail
Sure to call him guilty
Judge will cry and bail
Im bound for black mountain
Me and my razor and my gun
Im bound for black mountain
Me and my razor and my gun
Gonna cut her if she stands there
And shoot her if she runs
song performed by by Nick Drake
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The warring couple
My wife and I spit at each other
And have no need to spit elsewhere.
We severally receives sweetly others
Warring couple is a pleasing couple.
02.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Softly The Truth Speaks And Wins Over You
what? you wage war against the truth?
through all your wiles and lies?
you will be powerless
you will not win
you kick against the spikes
and wound yourself
you spit to God
you spit on yourself
calm down
and think
and listen, hear the truth
softly speaking
always winning over you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Today's Tolerance For Decay
Be you one of caution,
When a flaring temper goes off.
The fumes of it...
Will and can spit foam,
To venomize.
Be weary of those,
Who make light of your life...
With childish pranks to provoke.
Innocently they will make claims,
Their actions to defame was just for fun.
Be you one of caution,
When a flaring temper goes off.
The fumes of it...
Will and can spit foam,
To venomize.
And this they will do,
After one who has professed an innocence...
Realizes those who are adults,
Are not seeking children to play with.
And children not understanding this,
Must be punished.
Or they will miss the gravity of their actions.
And missing the gravity of their actions,
Has resulted in today's tolerance for decay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Dirty Boy (and what befell him)
Jack, Jack, the Packer's son
was very fond of spitting-
and never under any terms
would hear a thing of quitting.
'I love to spit', cracked Jack, 'in fact,
I love its every aspec';
I like to do it privately
But even more in public'.
His mother pleaded 'stop that, Jack! '
But dared not whack the child
for that, she'd often read in books
would make him crass and wild.
His teacher said, 'Jack, please don't spit-'
the boy would spit twice over-
nor would he cease from doing it
on Sundays or Passover.
Serious John and little Mim
appealed as fellow kids-
they gently told him what was wrong
and of the harm he did.
'Spitting is evil', said John, and breeds
all kinds of diagnoses:
glanders, pinta and no less,
tuberculosis boves.'
poem by Morgan Michaels
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The Spit Sucker
Spit's her burden, her work,
she aspirates it all day, sucks it up.
Of course she does other things,
but you won't remember her for those.
You'll remember her for her hose.
the pipe she sticks in your mouth.
You don't know she did two years college,
studied nights, languished over books.
You don't care, she had to learn anatomy,
and how or when to offer what or why
to a puffed up dentist that looks down on her
for being less qualified.
It doesn't matter to you that she knows canulation
anatomy, or cardiac massage.
No - you don't know, because to you
she's just the spit sucker,
the pretty thing that soothes your brow while you
muster up the courage to have a crown.
I've heard you make fun of her, belittle her,
tell your friends what you'd like to do to her.
Her in her white uniform and little badge
that she worked so hard for, takes pride in,
thinks she's does a public service, helps people.
You little s.hit - she wouldn't spit on you!
poem by Ruth Walters
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Thanks
Invite yourself in like a bad case of fleas
Parasitic ploy fills and obvious need
Set me up
Cut me down
Cash me in
Spit me out
Thanks for nothing
Stealing the fire from the unsuspecting
Freak
Opportune time to perpetuate the breed
Set me up
Cut me down
Cash me in
Spit me out
Thanks for nothing
The pressure builds
The balance sets
The level tilts
As thoughts compress
Try your best you will
To bury my head in the sand
Keep me lost in the dark
With the promise of a new spark
Played me
Drained me
Tried your best
To win
Played me
drained me
You try
Try
Plowing your way through a delicate maze
Crushing the dreams that a lifetime made
Rest will come away as the planets fall in line
Karma piling up will catch in time
Set me up
Cut me down
Cash me in
Spit me out
Thanks for nothing
Played me
Drained me
Tried your best
To win
Played me
Drained me
You try
Try
Sit down
song performed by by Ultraspank
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