With That Moan On
Long lost in the game and schemes.
And far from entertaining,
Is your...
Toxic mind that never stops.
And your...
Willingness to be on top.
And your...
Way of unchanging.
And your...
Thinking that you're everything.
Doing anything to be seen on top,
Is an ego you have that should be dropped.
Long lost in the game and schemes.
And far from entertaining,
Is your...
Toxic mind that never stops.
And your...
Willingness to be on top.
And your...
Way of unchanging.
And your...
Thinking that you're everything.
Nothing that you do is of a benefit,
To anyone that listens to your selfishness.
With that moan on...
When you don't get your way.
With that moan on...
Heard every single day.
And that moan on...
Drives everybody away,
Because that ego is on display.
With that moan on...
When you don't get your way.
With that moan on...
Heard every single day.
And that moan on...
Drives everybody away,
Because that ego is on display.
Long lost in the game and schemes.
And far from entertaining,
Is your...
Toxic mind that never stops.
And your...
Willingness to be on top.
And your...
Way of unchanging.
And your...
Thinking that you're everything.
Doing anything to be seen on top,
Is an ego you have that should be dropped.
With that moan on...
When you don't get your way.
With that moan on...
Heard every single day.
And that moan on...
Drives everybody away,
Because that ego is on display.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whinin' Boy Moan
Van Morrison
Exile Publishing Ltd / Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Drop that coin right into the slot
Get it whether you're ready or not
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Well they call him Mr. Jellyroll
It's just the way he rolls his dough
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Well let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Cos he can do it better, better than anyone else
Whine, whine, whine, whine
All the winos down on Market Street
Roll on over to old North Beach
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Well he gonna sing and play for you
Exactly what he's s'pposed to do
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Whine, whine, whine
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Cos he can do it better, better than anyone else
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Free And Easy
If life was free and easy
what would we have to moan about,
and if we didn’t moan
what would we talk about.
Conversation would dry up
day after day.
What a boring world it would be,
if we couldn’t moan
about something now and then.
31 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Don't You Hear Jerusalem Moan
Don't You Hear Jerusalem Moan
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Don't never let a chicken get big enough to crow
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Thank God there's a heaven and a ringing in my soul and my soul's got free
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Well a hard-shell preacher you can tell him how he do
Well he chews his own tobacco and he drinks his own brew.
Well a Baptist preacher you can tell him by his coat
Has a bottle in his pocket that he can't hardly tote
Well a Cambellite preacher his soul is saved
Well he has to be baptized every other day
Well the Holy Roller preacher he sure is a sight
Well he gets em all a-rolling and he kicks out the light
Well the Presbyterian preacher he lives in town
His neck's so stiff he can't hardly look around.
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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The Elphin Nourrice
I heard a cow low, a bonnie cow low,
An' a cow low down in yon glen;
Lang, lang will my young son greet,
Or his mither bid him come ben.
I heard a cow low, a bonnie cow low,
An' a cow low down in yon fauld;
Lang, lang will my young son greet,
Or is mither take him frae cauld.
Waken, Queen of Elfan,
An hear your Nourrice moan.
O moan ye for your meat,
Or moan ye for your fee,
Or moan ye for the ither bounties
That ladies are wont to gie?
I moan na for my meat,
Nor yet for my fee,
But I mourn for Christened land--
It's there I fain would be.
O nurse my bairn, Nourice, she says,
Till he stan' at your knee,
An' ye's win hame to Christen land,
Whar fain it's ye wad be.
O keep my bairn, Nourice,
Till he gang by the hauld,
An' ye's win hame to your young son,
Ye left in four nights auld.
poem by Andrew Lang
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When They Moan
When they moan...
They are much upset.
And beset in troubled homes.
When they moan...
Storm clouds have arrived.
And they can not hide,
Their groans.
When they moan!
Fed up by the rise of lies,
Told about but denied.
And there is no where to put aside their pride,
When they moan.
With a besetting that upsets them...
In their troubled homes.
And displeasures once unknown are shown.
As they gather to scatter chatter,
That droans.
When they moan.
In voices now condoned,
They moan.
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Aye curumba!
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
In voices now condoned...
They moan.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
From their homes.
Aye curumba!
Leaving no one left alone,
When the moaning droans.
Aye curumba!
In voices now condoned...
They moan.
Aye curumba!
With a groaning shown and known,
When they moan!
Dedicated:
To my Latino brothers and sisters,
experiencing injustices 'anywhere'...
all one day will be well.
Your struggles have not gone unnoticed.
And your contributions are duly noted!
I love you.
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Farmer
The Farmer (Lynott)
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Sure do appreciate y'all coming
Especially you Skinny Lizzy
Me and my cousin Frank
He's the one that robbed the bank
Bought some whiskey all can drink
And it's in the barn
You see Ma, she's passed away
And there's not much I can say
'Cept I'd like you all to pray
'Cause I don't know what we're gonna do, Lord help me!
Won't y'all come again
Won't y'all come?
Your faces keep us warm
Won't y'all come?
Pappa sits alone and all he does is moan and moan, moan and moan
So I put on my pin-striped suit
I wouldn't fill my pockets with loot
I went looking for the Reverend Luke way up north in Tennessee
Won't y'all come again
Won't y'all come?
Your faces keep us warm
Won't y'all come?
Ma passed away
Not much I can say
Like you all to pray
I don't know what we're gonna do, Lord help me
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Train Long Gone
(Gone!) Well, I hate how that word
Rattles all around in this room
(Alone,) with a memory so strong
I could sweep it up with a broom.
(Tears,) if I shed anymore I'm afraid
They might wear out my face
(Clear,) Yes, It's clear to me now
That her love can never be replaced.
Love may be gone but never forgotten
The memory won't leave you alone
And the train may be long gone from the station
But you still hear the whistle moan.
Still hear the whistle moan.
--- Instrumental ---
(Time,) time got so slow and thick
That the clock hardly ticks anymore
(Crime,) it's a crime how I sit here
And stare like a dog at the door.
(Blame,) Aw yes, I'll take the blame
I admit I did not treat her right
(Shame,) It's a shame laying here
All alone on this cold, windy night.
Love may be gone but never forgotten
The memory won't leave you alone
And the train may be long gone from the station
But you still hear the whistle moan.
Still hear the whistle moan.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train gone, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train gone, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train gone, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh.
Love may be gone but never forgotten
The memory won't leave you alone
And the train may be long gone from the station
But you can still hear the whistle moan.
Still hear the whistle moan.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train gone, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train gone, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train, long gone train.
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Train, long gone train...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Daddy
He has an apetite for sex and cash
He hangs on the corner talking trash
Or rollin' in his freak mobile
Mercedes Benz on 20 inch wheels
Gets calls all day on his cellular phone
From nasty girls they won't leave him alone
He's got 'em crying 'cuz they can't see
Why he's in love with a girl like me
Innocent, kinda polite
The kind of girl that says her prayers at night
He picks me up everyday from school
And all my friends they just dream and drool
Then on the way the music blasts
We hittin' the street he lets off the gas
But just before my house appears
He pulls over, whispers in my ear
Hey lil' momma let me in your world
I just wanna see you be a nasty girl
I said love you up and love you down
Daddy wanna make love all around the town
And scream
Come moan and moan and moan
Come moan and moan and scream
Come moan and moan and moan
And take it back girl
My mom has met - my dad refused
Yesterday he bought me some shoes
Dolce and Gabbana and a bag made of iguana
And a blazer and a chocolate tie
Get it blaze chocolate tie
So this kept on and it kept on
Like the beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I can't help it
I just love the boy
I just love the boy
Wait a minute
Oh, I can't help it
I just love the boy
I just love the boy
Oh no
I got shinin' things like diamond rings
And designer chains man the way I bling
Had teachers in school calling home
Mr and Mrs Nice, what the hell is goin on?
I snatched a letter from your daughters desk
From her bad boy friend who was talking fresh
How he wants to see her later today
Face to face so he could say
Hey lil' momma let me in your world
I just wanna see you be a nasty girl
I said love you up and love you down
Daddy wanna make love all around the town
And scream
Come moan and moan and moan
Come moan and moan and scream
Come moan and moan and moan
And take it back girl
But you gotta know that the dough comes first
Gotta know know if you stray then no
There are no words
My look, I see it in your face, Oh look
Thought I was a nice guy, huh, No look
You say you never leave me love
Well are you sure that it's me you love?
Gotta ask 'cuz I can't tell
If it's me or the B12
Hell its suspect
Would you swallow my pride
Now let's ride
I can't help it
I just love the boy
I just love the boy
Wait a minute
Oh, I can't help it
I just love the boy
I just love the boy
Oh no
I can't help it
I just love the boy
I just love the boy
Wait a minute
Oh, I can't help it
I just love the boy
I just love the boy
Oh no
I can't help myself
I just love the boy
I love the boy
I can't help it
song performed by by Kelis
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Let Them Groan In a Free Moan Zone
Let them groan in a free moan zone to do it!
Disputing this with resistance...
Will only satisfy their cries and sighs.
They seek to blame another,
For their blunders initiated undercover.
And wish to dump this as their custom.
As has been done to keep folks stunned.
Let them groan in a free moan zone!
If you don't,
They'll see to it...
This will not be done alone.
Pamper them like the children they are.
The children who play and inflict their own scars.
Let them bleed without a rescue heeding.
And destroy themselves by their own annoyance...
With the sight of their own imperfections seething.
Perhaps then they will get the point!
Their own madness created has left them disjointed!
And leave them alone...
In a free moan zone to do it.
If you don't,
The haunting they'll pursue will last forever.
With 'someone' to depict as their enemy!
And 'this' has been their expertise.
Leave them alone...
In their own free moan zone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mony Mony 'Live'
Here she come down, say "Mony, Mony"
Well, shoot 'em down, turn around, come home, honey
Hey!, she gimme love an' I feel alright now
Everybody! You got me tossin' turnin' in the night, make me
feel alright
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Well you make me feel Mony, Mony
So Mony, Mony
Good Mony, Mony
Yeah! Mony, Mony
So good! Mony, Mony
Oh, yeah! Mony, Mony
Come on! Mony, Mony
All right, baby! Mony, Mony
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Break 'dis, shake 'dis, Mony, Mony
Shot gun, get it done, come on, honey
Don't stop cookin', it feels so good, yeah
Hey! Well don't stop now, hey, come on Mony, well come on,
Mony
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Well you make me feel Mony, Mony
So Mony, Mony
Good Mony, Mony
Yeah! Mony, Mony
So good! Mony, Mony
Oh, yeah! Mony, Mony
Come on! Mony, Mony
All right, baby! Mony, Mony
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Oo, I love your Mony, moan, moan, Mony
Oo, I love your Mony, moan, moan, Mony
Oo, I love your Mony, moan, moan, Mony
Oo, I love your Mony, moan, moan, Mony
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on! Mony, Mony
Come on! Mony, Mony
Come on! Mony, Mony
Mony, Mony
Mony, Mony
Mony, Mony
Mony, Mony
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Cryin
By eric clapton
She is cryin, she is cryin.
Shes been cryin all night long.
Shes been cryin for her one and only son.
She will weep, she will moan.
She will moan the night away.
She will weep and moan until the break of day.
I had called for the doctor,
But the doctor cant be found.
So what could I do but sit and look around?
Oh lord, wont you hear,
Wont you hear me when I pray.
Please send this girl her one and only son.
She is cryin, she is cryin.
She is cryin the whole night long.
She is cryin for her one and only son.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Sweet Misery
(Axton)
Heard you had some trouble, thought I'd try to help you. In my time I've had a little trouble too.
If you let it get you down, you know I'll bet you, it will get you down and walk around on you.
Sweet misery, she loves her company. She's in a crowd when she is all alone.
She doesn't care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.
My dog had some puppies, would you like to have one?
He will be your friend and he will lick your face.
He will never cheat you, he won't try to beat you, help you be a winner in the human race.
Sweet misery, she loves her company. She's in a crowd when she is all alone.
She doesn't care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.
Heard you're feeling better, glad you found some happy. In my time I've had a little happy too.
If you let it get you up, you know I'll bet you it will get you up and keep you smiling through.
Sweet misery, don't want your company. She's in a crowd when she is all alone.
She doesn't care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.
Sweet misery, she loves her company. She's in a crowd when she is all alone.
She doesn't care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.
song performed by by John Denver
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Shout
Feel the rhythm, deep inside my soul
Feel the rhythm of my love
I want you
Revelation, absolutely stalls (???)
When you're giving it to me
Shout (shout), shout (shout)
Baby if you'd rather moan (???)
Shout (shout), shout (shout)
Baby if you'd rather moan (???)
Stay with me, stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me
In the mirror, you can see my face
You know what you do to me, you make me
Shout (shout), shout (shout)
Baby if you'd rather moan (???)
Shout (shout), shout (shout)
Baby if you'd rather moan (???)
Stay with me, stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me, yeah
(Yeah, eh eh)...(Yeah, eh eh)
a--a--a--a--a--a--a--a-a a--a--a--a--a--a--a--ahh
a--a--a--a--a--a--a--a-a a--a--a--a--a--a--a--ahh
song performed by by Haddaway
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New Mown Lawn
New mown
New moon
New moan
On a new lawn
Under a new moon
I knew you
You moaned
As we lay
On the
New moan lawn
poem by Allan Thorne
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Our Favourite Subject
Let us discuss our weather,
For it's what we English do,
Sometimes it pours, hell for leather,
And sometimes the sky is blue.
It is forever changing,
The forecast can be dire,
And temperatures can be ranging,
From cold to hot as fire.
We moan, when it is sizzling,
We moan, when it's cold and raw,
We moan, when it is drizzling,
And when it's snowing, even more.
It is our favourite subject,
Talked of from morn till night,
We never know what to expect,
Whether Centigrade or Fahrenheit.
With winds that blow and bluster,
And snow that can coat the ground,
Blizzards too, which will muster
In drifts. Then all becomes snowbound.
It's a great topic that is easy,
When getting a conversation to start,
One can talk about stormy or breezy,
Then go on to a real heart to heart.
Let us discuss the weather,
For it's what we English do,
It puts us at the end of our tether,
Yet it's something we have to pursue.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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An Aboriginal Mothers's Lament
An Aboriginal Mother’s Lament
Charles Harpur
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[About the year 1842 a party of stockmen, several of whom were afterwards hanged for the crime, made a wholesale slaughter of a small tribe of defenceless blacks; one woman only, with her infant, escaped from the murderers.]
Still farther would I fly, my child,
To make thee safer yet,
From the unsparing white man,
With his dread hand murder-wet!
I’ll bear thee on as I have borne
With stealthy steps wind-fleet,
But the dark night shrouds the forest,
And thorns are in my feet.
O moan not! I would give this braid—
Thy father’s gift to me—
But for a single palmful
Of water now for thee.
Ah! Spring not to his name—no more
To glad us may he come!
He is smouldering into ashes
Beneath the blasted gum!
All charred and blasted by the fire
The white man kindled there,
And fed with our slaughtered kindred
Till heaven-high went its glare!
O moan not! I would give this braid—
Thy father’s gift to me—
For but a single palmful
Of water now for thee.
And but for thee, I would their fire
Had eaten me as fast!
Hark! Hark! I hear his death-cry
Yet lengthening up the blast!
But no—when that we should fly,
On the roaring pyre flung bleeding—
I saw thy father die!
O moan not! I would give this braid—
Thy father’s gift to me—
For but a single palmful
Of water now for thee.
No more shall his loud tomahawk
Be plied to win our cheer,
Or the shining fish-pools darken
Beneath his shadowing spear;
The fading tracks of his fleet foot
Shall guide not as before,
And the mountain-spirits mimic
His hunting call no more!
O moan not! I would give this braid—
Thy father’s gift to me—
For but a single palmful
Of water now for thee.
poem by Charles Harpur
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Forgive Me
You forgive and moan if that could be,
It cannot moan that far, look;
And see now, why it glints in the eye
When I saw you speak and forgive.
“It disgusts me! ” you used to say,
Avoiding, guiding, and shivering;
You see a mirror, and in it, look:
A vision of me, as it shivers with silver.
It, the light of the mirror, guided me,
Like decaying bodies of flesh do shine
In the layers of time, the time that passed,
And left me with a vision of you, forgiving me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Bridge
I have come a long way to-day:
On a strange bridge alone,
Remembering friends, old friends,
I rest, without smile or moan,
As they remember me without smile or moan.
All are behind, the kind
And the unkind too, no more
To-night than a dream. The stream
Runs softly yet drowns the Past,
The dark-lit stream has drowned the Future and the Past.
No traveller has rest more blest
Than this moment brief between
Two lives, when the Night's first lights
And shades hide what has never been,
Things goodlier, lovelier, dearer, than will be or have been.
poem by Edward Thomas
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It's a Cool Coo
I can't sleep at night,
'Cause I like to hear your voice...
Moan.
I hope you're there home alone.
And I'm tempted just to telephone.
I feel alone.
Just to hear you,
Moan.
And maybe get something going on!
Even if it's on the telephone.
The first time we did it,
It was good to me.
I didn't want to act,
Like you had me like that.
Or wanted you so quickly,
Back in my sack.
But you've got it going on.
And when you moan...
I've got to groan.
I wish you could be here...
To coo.
Like you coo when we move.
I love your cooin' when we do it...
It's a cool coo.
The first time we did it,
It was good to me.
I didn't want to act,
Like you had me like that.
Or wanted you so quickly,
Back in my sack.
But you've got it going on.
And when you moan...
I've got to groan.
I can't sleep at night,
'Cause I like to hear your voice...
Moan.
I hope you're there home alone.
And I'm tempted just to telephone.
I feel all alone.
I wish you could be here...
To coo.
Like you coo when we move...
And you coo coo.
Coo coo.
I love your cooin' when we do it...
It's a cool coo.
I wish you could be here...
To coo.
I love your cooin' when we do it...
It's a cool coo.
A good coo,
When we do it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
poem by William Shakespeare
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