Moody Blues
I am
Being
So
Moody
Lately
That
Is how
I feel
And the
Reason
For
That
Is
The
Weather
That
Makes me
Feel
So moody
poem by Aldo Kraas
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This Moody Bastard
Little friend of mine
Can you still recall
Our salad days
Between the ivy walls?
Beneath the autumn sun?
When all is said and done
We were a good combination
We were good clean fun
Still my thoughts roll back
Every now and then
Think about you
Remembering
I start in smiling and
I just cant stop
You on the bottom
Me on top
These days its like a tomb
Amid in the stacks of gloom
Looking out the window
In the downstairs room
And the time goes by
And the time goes by
Sometimes it goes so slowly
You know a man could cry
Till the day goes down
In deep disgrace
With empty pockets
And a dirty face
And then the day boils over
And theres nothing there
But a roomful of smoke and a lot of hot air
This moody bastard remembers
You were some kind of friend even then
Once in a great while
He needs one...
This moody bastard
This moody bastard
He needs one
He needs some kind of friend now and again
Once in blue moon
Could use one
This moody bastard
Little friend of mine
You dont even know
When the wind starts blowing
How far a man could go
Little friend of mine
Are you even there
Did you disappear
Back into thin air
If you re still here with me
If you got this far
I hope youre smiling
In fact I know you are
This moody bastard remembers
You were some kind of friend even then
Once in a great while
He needs one...
This moody bastard
This moody bastard
He needs one
He needs some kind of friend now and again
Once in blue moon
Could use one
This moody bastard
This moody bastard
song performed by by Steely Dan
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I Know I'm a Moody S.O.B.
We can be the best of friends.
Or the worse of enemies.
I know I'm a moody s.o.b.
And you can be obnoxious,
As a moody s.o.b. can be!
We can be happy together.
Or separated in our miseries!
But none of that is like that with us.
We can cuss each other out!
But that trust has never left...
To leave us disgusted.
To carry that as baggage about.
To add to issues we can do without!
We can be the best of friends.
Or the worse of enemies.
I know I'm a moody s.o.b.
And you can be obnoxious,
As you can be.
And how many people do you know...
Can say that kind of love,
Between them shows?
Or admit to themselves...
Both desire to grow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moody Blue
(words & music by mark james - elvis presley)
Well, its hard to be a gambler
Bettin on the number
That changes evry time
Well, you think youre gonna win
Think shes givin in
A strangers all you find
Yeah, its hard to figure out
What shes all about
That shes a woman through and through
Shes a complicated lady, so color my baby moody blue,
Oh, moody blue
Tell me am I gettin through
I keep hangin on
Try to learn the song
But I never do
Oh, moody blue,
Tell me who Im talkin to
Youre like the night and day
And its hard to say
Which one is you.
Well, when monday comes shes tuesday,
When tuesday comes shes wednesday,
Into another day again
Her personality unwinds
Just like a ball of twine
On a spool that never ends
Just when I think I know her well
Her emotions reveal,
Shes not the person that
I though I knew
Shes a complicated lady, so color my baby moody blue,
Oh, moody blue
Tell me am I gettin through
I keep hangin on
Try to learn the song
But I never do
Oh, moody blue,
Tell me who Im talkin to
Youre like the night and day
And its hard to say
Which one is you.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Away From My Moody Attitudes
The strumming of strings,
Heard on...
Your guitar,
Expands my mind with your melodies...
No matter if I'm moody.
Or...
Hard to please.
The strumming of strings,
Heard on...
Your guitar,
Expands my mind with your melodies...
No matter if I'm moody.
Or...
Hard to please.
To witness the dew with mist lifting,
In the early morning dawn...
Comes to deliver a fresh acceptance,
With...
A feeling I can't miss,
To let drift away or go on with a need in me...
Internally I ssek to feed as if feasting.
The strumming of strings heard on your guitar,
Delivers a fresh acceptance with...
A feeling I just can't let,
Escape away.
I am not promised a repeating of these unique days.
The strumming of strings heard on your guitar,
Delivers a fresh acceptance with...
A feeling I just can't let,
Escape away.
Only you can move me,
In the way you do...
Away from my moody attitudes.
Only you can move me,
Away from my moody attitudes.
Only you can move me,
In the way you do...
Away from my moody attitudes.
Only you can move me,
In the way you do.
To give me what's overdue.
Only you can move me,
In the way you do.
To give me what's overdue.
Away from my moody attitudes.
And...
Only you can move me,
To give me what's overdue.
Away from my moody attitudes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yassassin[Turkish For Long Live]
Yassassin - Im not a moody guy
Yassassin - I walk without a sound
Yassassin - just a working man, no judge of men
Yassassin - but such a life Ive never known
We came from the farmlands
To live in this city
We walked proud and lustful
In this resonant world
You want to fight
But I dont want to leave
Or drift away
Yassassin - Im not a moody guy
Yassassin - I walk without a sound
Yassassin - just a working man, no judge of men
Yassassin - but such a life Ive never known
Look at this - no second glances
Look at this - no value of
Look at this - just sun and steel
Look at this - then look at us
If theres someone in charge
Then listen to me
Dont say nothings wrong
cause Ive got a love
And shes afeared
You want to fight
But I dont want to leave
Or drift away
Yassassin - Im not a moody guy
Yassassin - I walk without a sound
Yassassin - just a working man, no judge of men
Yassassin - but such a life Ive never known
Yassassin - Im not a moody guy
Yassassin - I walk without a sound
Yassassin - just a working man, no judge of men
Yassassin - but such a life Ive never known
Yassassin, yassassin, yassassin, yassassin
song performed by by David Bowie
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Credit Rating Agencies: Moody's, Standard & Poor's & Fitch
To John Moody, Henry Varnum Poor and John Knowles Fitch
1.
moody's this is gin fizz to be a techno-wizz
2.
standard & poor's and floors for poors and doors for poors
3.
fitch and irrigation stitch international pitch
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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I love the feel of hitting the ball hard, the pleasure of a rally. It is these things that make tennis the delightful game that it is.
quote by Helen Wills Moody
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I pushed myself way too hard during the first year of Veronica Mars and I got moody and run-down. Now I'll go to bed early instead of going out with friends. It's not always the most fun option, but I know I need at least eight hours of sleep to feel balanced.
quote by Kristen Bell
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Music For Your Soul
Music; Her caress.
Makes me feel comforted.
Music; Her love.
Makes me feel wanted.
Music; Her kiss.
Makes me feel stronger.
Music; Her drug.
Makes me feel further from life.
Music; Her own brand of alcohol.
Makes me feel drowned in comfort.
Music; Her gun.
Makes me feel my thoughts blasted out of my head.
Music; Her pain.
Makes me feel what others feel.
Music; Her ice cold.
Makes me feel as lonely as space.
Music; Her heat.
Makes me feel impassioned.
Music; Our connection.
Makes us feel as one.
~Osayamen.E Simon~ Copyright ©
All rights and privileges reserved by author
poem by Osayamen Evbuomwan
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Deserving To Be Touted
Deserving to be touted?
Some are.
And have become legends,
In their own right!
And without doubt.
Although some may deny,
A wish they could figure it all out.
Others believe a taking of praise,
Is something easily given to them...
Without experiencing,
A stress that strains emotional drought.
But those who have obtained a fame,
Aren't the ones to toss it about.
Usually those deserving to be touted,
Are mystified themselves.
And would like to know specifically,
What they've done unlike anyone else?
Especially those chosen to receive attention.
'What have you done,
That is different from what I do? '
~I have no clue.
Maybe it is my stubbornness,
To remain true to myself...
With nothing else to prove.~
'But you are moody.
Sometimes anti-social.
And you are moody with a giving,
Of much attitude.'
~I agree.
But...
I don't know why you are questioning me.
Like you I am a witness to all of this too! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid
I feel like I could run away
Looking at a darker day
Oh Im pulling the shades away from my eyes
Its true the moody manners come and go
And its better that you never know
Some things are better left unsaid
Some strings are better left undone
Some hearts are better left unbroken
Some lives are better left untouched
Some lies are better off believed
Some words are better left unspoken
My ideas seem to frighten you
Are you really that afraid to move
Oh I guess that its your right to reason
Im still dealing with a force thats so strong
The force is stringing us along
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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I found
I found someone who gets me. He makes me feel things that didn't feel with you. He makes feel like I can fly. He makes feel can do thing. I was thinking that you were the true love. He makes me feel like I am new person. He makes me feel I am good looking. I don't know if this love or what but I like it and I want to feel like this way from a long time. When you left me I felt like a was half glass but now I am full.
poem by Guadalupe Cruz
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Depression..
Cyclic nature of it,
Really mysterious,
When we are alone,
And think repeatedly,
Of the unsettled disputes,
Suspicious doubts and
Turbulent days,
When we were busy.
When you become moody and sad,
When you feel like lonely and mad,
When you start to cry for nothing,
Just call someone to talk and cling.
Hiding the feeling,
Makes it worst,
When you are depressed.
Taking the medicines,
Can do any good,
I have some doubts.
Lack of confidence,
Lack of self respect,
may push us to the hole,
that is called depression.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Prayer and Meditation
Squirrel with a pinecone
Sun warms the gracious morning
Listening to some Moody Blues
A dark roast coffee with real cream
I know the world is crazy
I know I am better off then many
But I feel such gratitude
I can change myself
I can have a good attitude
Love created this universe
I can give and be honest and real
I can let go of things not needed
I can forgive and move on
I feel tingles down my spine
Prayer and meditation works
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Faith makes all things possible... love makes all things easy.
quote by Dwight L. Moody
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Could This Be You?
Somebody has to keep faith,
Deep believed.
Somebody should feel everyday,
Come what may...
They can not lose.
No matter what it is they may be going through.
Somebody should stop crawling on their knees.
With a moody attitude.
Could this be you...
Who can choose to improve?
If you wanted to!
Some people live their lives,
Caught up in the middle...
Attempting to solve complexing riddles.
To feel 'flipped, flapped and jacked'...
As if heated on a griddle,
Becoming puzzled and belittled.
With a blowing of a stack,
That leaves them to sizzle...
In a whipping stirred that leaves them broken,
Choked up and seen...
In a pity that's demeaned.
Somebody should stop crawling on their knees.
With a moody attitude.
Could this be you...
Who can choose to improve?
If you wanted to!
Somebody has to keep faith,
Deep believed.
Somebody should feel everyday,
Come what may...
They can not lose.
No matter what it is they may be going through.
Could this be you?
Caught up in the middle,
Puzzled and belittled.
Could this be you?
Caught up in the middle,
Puzzled and belittled.
Could this be you?
Caught up in the middle,
Puzzled and belittled...
Feeling flapped and jacked,
And heated on a griddle!
Could this be you?
Caught up in the middle.
Could this be you?
Caught up in the middle.
Could this be you?
Caught up in the middle,
Feeling puzzled and belittled!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Moody Blues
People are feeling the heat
The weather is affecting their mood
Today
The moody blues
That everybody is feeling today
Is different
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Crumb Grabber, Money Snatcher, Giving Moody Back
Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.
My baby has my eyes.
And laying around the house with no chores to attack.
My baby has my eyes.
Even when we visit him in prison he's a hoot.
My baby has my eyes.
Maybe we did spoil him but he's 'so cute'!
(And) My baby has my eyes.
Some can not get over,
How their children grow up.
To do nothing but break hearts.
And become corrupt!
Oh...
They defend their parenting done.
With excuses to the principal...
Why their kids can't seem to learn a thing!
And why it is necessary,
To accuse the teachers, society...
And neighborhoods they live,
Why they have allowed these 'monsters'
To exist without values....
With honored gang memberships.
To do nothing but selfish senselessness.
And have no good deeds,
To offer or give!
Instead of living their lives...
Quick and easy just to be pleased!
'Not 'my' kids.
Not one I raised to be liars or thieves.'
Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.
My baby has my eyes.
And laying around the house with no chores to attack.
My baby has my eyes.
Growing up and making their parents feel guilt.
My baby has my eyes.
To breast feed
And think free is milk!
My baby has my eyes.
Walking up and down the streets to mug and kill.
My baby has my eyes.
Doing things just for 'kicks' and thrills.
My baby has my eyes.
Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.
My baby has my eyes.
And laying around the house with no chores to attack.
My baby has my eyes.
My baby has,
My baby has...
I can't deny those eyes.
Those eyes are mine.
My baby has,
My baby has...
My baby has my eyes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Standing Out In A Crowd
If I could trade off my moody disposition,
For one that didn't openly convey...
Something done has struck a nerve.
And I didn't feel deserving,
Of an activity directed towards me...
Served with intent to leave me lamenting,
I would be left standing out in a crowd.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its Just her
She's like a drug
she gets me high and keeps me addicted
she stays a rose among the weeds
and a light in the dark
a thought of her makes me feel safe
being with her makes me feel heavenly
just seeing her is a wonderful sight to see
she gives all she can and asks for nothing back
shes beautiful but wont admit it
she's perfection
she's the reason i have hope
she's the reason i stay
she's the reason i wake every day
she's just amazing and no one can say otherwise
as she is perfect in my eyes
poem by Daniel Laurence
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