This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,Was once thought honest.
I'd rather clean all the bathrooms in Grand Central Station with my tongue than spend one more minute with you.
Left all my Beatle records out in the sun, got a coke bottle stuck on the end of my tongue.
In a certain way, it's the sound of the words, the inflection and the way the song is sung and the way it fits the melody and the way the syllables are on the tongue that has as much of the meaning as the actual, literal words.
I am obnoxious to each carping tongue who says my hand a needle better fits,
I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/ Who says my hand a needle better fits./ A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong/ For such despite they cast on female wits;/ If what I do prove well, it won't advance,/ They'll say it's stolen, or else, it was by chance.
If we can only speak to slander our betters, let us hold our tongues.
In this day the breeze of God is wafted, and His Spirit hath pervaded all things. Such is the outpouring of His grace that the pen is stilled and the tongue is speechless.
I do fear for the generations of people who came of age thinking that pop-punk is what punk is, and that all the rebellion you need is just to stick your tongue out in the mirror every once in a while.
Sweet music! sacred tongue of God.