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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Don't Get Around Much Anymore
Miss the saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
I couldn't bare it without you
Don't get around much anymore
Thought I visit the club
Got as far as the door
They have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore
Well darling I guess
My mind's more at ease
But never the less
I stir up memories
Been invited on dates
Might have gone but what for
Awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore
Well darling I guess
My mind's more at ease
But never, never the less
A baby why stir up memories
I miss the dance again
Might have gone but what for
Awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Don't Get Around Much Anymore
Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore
Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore
Darling, I guess my mind's more at ease
But nevertheless, why stir up old memories
Been invited on dates
I might have gone but what for
It's awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore
My darling, I guess my mind's more at ease
But nevertheless, why stir up old memories
Been invited on dates
I might have gone but what for
It's awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore
Awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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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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When my country, into which I had just set my foot, was set on fire about my ears, it was time to stir. It was time for every man to stir.
Thomas Paine in Common Sense
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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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Those Sexual Innuendos
Innocence has blown up in a puff!
Those,
Sexual innuendos...
Can stir things up!
And addict a kid to lust.
With a stirring that corrupts.
All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
And when children think of chicken...
They want to know if the rooster plucks.
And in what position does a chicken cluck.
Those,
Sexual innuendos...
Can stir things up!
And addict a kid to lust.
With a stirring that corrupts.
Those sexual innuendos...
That stir things up.
Are fed to feed attraction,
With a stirring things up!
And made to trap...
Weak minds to keep attracted.
Those sexual innuendos...
That stir things up.
Are fed to feed attraction,
With a stirring things up!
And made to trap...
Weak minds to keep attracted.
Those,
Sexual innuendos...
Can stir things up!
And addict a kid to lust.
With a stirring that corrupts.
All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
And when children think of chicken...
They want to know if the rooster plucks.
And in what position does a chicken cluck.
All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
All those sexual innuendos,
Can stir things up.
Those,
Sexual innuendos...
Can stir things up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If there is my
If there is my and there is yours
And a distinction is made
Stir is caused in it
And war is invited
As
Curd is churned
A stir is caused in it
And butter is extracted.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Timeless Songs
I wish to write more timeless songs
that have the power to wake the moon
and draw her from the skies;
that have the strength to stir the stars,
unveil their evening sparks.
I wish to write more timeless songs
that have the courage to stop the sea
from singing lullaby's;
that have the strength to stir the wind,
unveil her sweet disguise.
I wish to write more timeless songs
to bring me back to you;
to give me strength to stir my soul,
and make my dreams come true.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Ashen Brilliance
From the cold ashes of my memory,
Will one stir the true thought of me,
Out of the remains of my fallen ember,
Surely, I will not be gone forever,
The achingly pristine icicle of december,
Must again arise through the rushing river,
Give birth to new wisdom, hope will again stir,
The fire cannot be extinguished, not ever,
Only passed down, on to another,
All that I ask, is that all remember.
poem by Jeremy Cahoon
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Tear It Up
Words and music by brian may
Are you ready? - well are you ready?
Were gonna tear it up
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(hey)
Give me your mind baby give me your body
Give me some time baby lets have a party
It aint no time for sleepin baby
Soon its round your street Im creeping
Youd better be ready
We gonna tear it up
Stir it up
Break it up - baby
You gonna tear it up
Shake it up
Make it up - as you go along
Tear it up
Square it up
Wake it up - baby
Tear it up
Stir it up
Stake it out - and you cant go wrong
(hey listen)
I love you cos youre sweet and I love you cos youre
Naughty
I love you for your mind baby give me your body
I wanna be a toy at your birthday party
Wind me up - wind me up - wind me up - let me go
Tear it up
Stir it up
Break it up - let me go
Tear it up
Shake it up
Make it up - as you go along
Tear it up
Turn it up
Burn it up
Are you ready? (oh yeah)
Baby baby baby are you ready for me? (oh yeah)
Baby baby baby are you ready for love? (oh yeah)
Are you ready - are you ready - are you ready for me? (oh
Yeah)
I love you so near I love you so far
I gotta tell you baby youre driving me ga ga
song performed by by Queen
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I Still Lost You
Nothing new, nothing different, nothing better, nothing more
Nothing else to give you I didnt give before
I gave my love completely, my heart was always yours
It wouldnt do, I still lost you
You want to give it one chance; dont know why we should
Wed never get that far again or make the love that good
We had our chance, we blew it; and Ill never understand
Careless fools, I still lost you
You want to fan the flames of love, stir up passions fire
Conjure up familiar lusts, stir up past desires
What we had then, we dont have now; and I would just compare
I refuse, I still lost you
Too late for starting over, it hardly ever works
Too many missing pieces, too much water, too much hurt
I already lost you once, and that makes matters worse
Whats the use, I still lost you
Oh you want to fan the flames of love, stir up passions fire
Conjure up familiar lusts, stir up past desires
What we had then, we dont have now; and I would just compare
I refuse, I still lost you
Oh whats the use, I still lost you
I lost you
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Song #3.
Love's but to be had this way:
Reverent you must be with her,
Letting your heart night and day
Dreamy in her beauty stir.
God has set her to a tune
You may never match until,
Like the moonlight in the moon,
You with her own passion fill.
Is she worth this to you, worth
All that you can think or say —
The one flower of life on earth?
If not, put your dream away!
Close the portals of your speech,
Let not e'en a fancy stir,
If your rapture can but reach
To her beauty — not to her.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Hardly anyone has noticed that in the Northern Hemisphere people stir their drinks counterclockwise, whereas the same people stir their drinks clockwise when visiting the Southern Hemisphere.
quote by John McCarthy
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Give It To Me While It's Hot
I'm burnin' up
It's time to turn it up
Get in the middle and stir it up
Give it to me while it's HOT (hot hot hot)
Step up your game
Cause I'm too crunk to be tamed
Now that you've sparked the flame
Give it to me while it's HOT
I know that you like it when
I go in and out again
Can't catch my breath
As sweat rolls down my face
I'm lookin' down at you
How you do the thing you do
And I scratch your neck
And my eyes roll back for you (ah)
Oh baby
I'm burnin' up
It's time to turn it up
Get in the middle and stir it up
Give it to me while it's HOT (hot hot hot)
Step up your game
Cause I'm too crunk to be tamed
Now that you've sparked the flame
Give it to me while it's HOT
Don't answer the telephone
Shut the windows
Lock all the doors
Need no interruptions now
Something's 'bout to be goin' down
I want you to focus on
Our body temperature I'm burnin' up
I want you to give me all your love
Till I can't take it no more
I'm burnin' up
It's time to turn it up
Get in the middle and stir it up
Give it to me while it's HOT (hot hot hot)
Step up your game
Cause I'm too crunk to be tamed
Now that you've sparked the flame
Must (must)
We play these games (play these games)
Tell me that you want me more
And I will turn the notches up on high
Lovin' you can't deny
Baby I got that fire
I got (oooh oooh)
Give it to me while it's HOT
Not furious just curious
She saw himself fit
Who better than a boy
The girl grew up with
How 'bout the walks in the park
On the phone all night
Dreams like that she saw in plain sight
To his friends he's urgin'
The simple fact she's a virgin
To her he'll be urgin'
Sexually lets merge
As you can see
There's two different dreams
Her thoughts are so pure
His low as the floor
I'm burnin' up
It's time to turn it up
Get in the middle and stir it up
Give it to me while it's HOT (hot hot hot)
Step up your game
Cause I'm too crunk to be tamed
Now that you've sparked the flame
Give it to me while it's HOT
I'm burnin' up
It's time to turn it up
Get in the middle and stir it up
Give it to me while it's HOT (hot hot hot)
Step up your game
Cause I'm too crunk to be tamed
Now that you've sparked the flame
Give it to me while it's HOT
I'm burnin' up
It's time to turn it up
Get in the middle and stir it up
Give it to me while it's HOT (hot hot hot)
Step up your game
Cause I'm too crunk to be tamed
Now that you've sparked the flame
Give it to me while it's HOT
song performed by by TLC
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The Amateur Photographer
Beware of those who slyly pilch
In many cunning ways;
Beware of little lyres that filch
From undisputed bays!
Beware the tumbler's beaded brim,
The ass in fiercer fur;
But most of all beware of him
Who makes my pen to stir--
THe Insecure
And Amateur
Implacable Photographer!
Beware lest, thieving for your thirst,
An earwig's in the plum!
Beware of folly, gay at first,
That later makes you glum!
Beware of pits when stars are dim,
The tooth of vagrant cur;
But most of all beware of him
That makes my pen to stir--
The masterful
Disasterful
Implacable Photographer!
Beware of angling in a stream
Whose trout are not for you;
Beware of trusting in a dream
That's gone before the dew!
Beware of truckling to a whim;
Of folks that always purr;
But most of all beware of him
That makes my pen to stir--
The premature
And Amateur
Implacable Photographer!
poem by Norman Rowland Gale
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Give It To Me While It
Im burnin up
Its time to turn it up
Get in the middle and stir it up
Give it to me while its hot (hot hot hot)
Step up your game
Cause Im too crunk to be tamed
Now that youve sparked the flame
Give it to me while its hot
I know that you like it when
I go in and out again
Cant catch my breath
As sweat rolls down my face
Im lookin down at you
How you do the thing you do
And I scratch your neck
And my eyes roll back for you (ah)
Oh baby
Im burnin up
Its time to turn it up
Get in the middle and stir it up
Give it to me while its hot (hot hot hot)
Step up your game
Cause Im too crunk to be tamed
Now that youve sparked the flame
Give it to me while its hot
Dont answer the telephone
Shut the windows
Lock all the doors
Need no interruptions now
Somethings bout to be goin down
I want you to focus on
Our body temperature Im burnin up
I want you to give me all your love
Till I cant take it no more
Im burnin up
Its time to turn it up
Get in the middle and stir it up
Give it to me while its hot (hot hot hot)
Step up your game
Cause Im too crunk to be tamed
Now that youve sparked the flame
Must (must)
We play these games (play these games)
Tell me that you want me more
And I will turn the notches up on high
Lovin you cant deny
Baby I got that fire
I got (oooh oooh)
Give it to me while its hot
Not furious just curious
She saw himself fit
Who better than a boy
The girl grew up with
How bout the walks in the park
On the phone all night
Dreams like that she saw in plain sight
To his friends hes urgin
The simple fact shes a virgin
To her hell be urgin
Sexually lets merge
As you can see
Theres two different dreams
Her thoughts are so pure
His low as the floor
Im burnin up
Its time to turn it up
Get in the middle and stir it up
Give it to me while its hot (hot hot hot)
Step up your game
Cause Im too crunk to be tamed
Now that youve sparked the flame
Give it to me while its hot
Im burnin up
Its time to turn it up
Get in the middle and stir it up
Give it to me while its hot (hot hot hot)
Step up your game
Cause Im too crunk to be tamed
Now that youve sparked the flame
Give it to me while its hot
Im burnin up
Its time to turn it up
Get in the middle and stir it up
Give it to me while its hot (hot hot hot)
Step up your game
Cause Im too crunk to be tamed
Now that youve sparked the flame
Give it to me while its hot
song performed by by TLC
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You Can Stir Up Much Havoc
There are things I don't know.
Will you hold me to demands...
I make you understand,
That which I don't know.
There are things you don't know.
And I have no expectations grand...
You will suddenly take command,
To show you do know.
You've come to complicate my life.
And I don't like it.
One bit.
You can stir up much havoc.
Like a habit.
To fit..
Underneath any sentiment.
There are things I don't know.
Will you hold me to demands...
I make you understand,
That which I don't know.
And I don't know,
What you think I should know.
You've come to complicate my life.
And I don't like it.
One bit.
You can stir up much havoc.
Like a habit.
To fit..
Underneath any sentiment,
In me!
You can stir up much havoc.
Like a habit.
To fit..
Underneath any sentiment,
In me!
You've come to complicate my life.
And I don't like it.
One bit.
And this is it.
I think we should admit.
Quit and leave.
You can stir up much havoc.
Like a habit.
I think we should admit.
Quit it and leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Get Around Much Anymore
Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore
Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore
Darling, I guess my mind's more at ease
But nevertheless, why stir up memories
Been invited on dates
Might have gone but what for
Awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Way-Station
The incoherent rushing of the train
Dulls like a drugged pain
Numbs
To an ether throbbing of inaudible drums
Unfolds
Hush within hush until the night withholds
Only its darkness.
From the deep
Dark a voice calls like a voice in sleep
Slowly a strange name in a strange tongue.
Among
The sleeping listeners a sound
As leaves stir faintly on the ground
When snow falls from a windless sky—
A stir A sigh
poem by Archibald MacLeish
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Her Face.
There is a something in her face
Which in no other I can trace,
And feelings sweet as music stir
When I gaze in her dreamy eyes,
And breathe a perfume, as it were,
From flowers in Paradise.
At morn, at noon and night it seems
As if I moved by faery streams,
A strange light on the leaves and grass;
As if her life-breath were the air
Through which the magic moments pass
In her dream-beauty there.
It is thought's paradise which she
Inhabits like a mystery,
Through which my feelings come and go
Like tunes which to her pulses stir;
And my life day by day, I trow,
Is one sweet dream of her.
poem by Robert Crawford
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