Mood Music - Whats Song Represents How You feel right NOW Part Deux

reply to post by BuzzyWigs


You were right the first time, can't beat a bit o' Margarine on yer toast. Well butter is nicer, but like a cheap hooker Margarine spreads easier.

I'm so sorry I can't help it.


I wish I was a fisherman
tumblin' on the seas
far away from dry land
and it's bitter memories

castin' out my sweet line
with abandonment and love
no ceiling bearin' down on me
save the starry sky above

with light in my head
with you in my arms...

I wish I was the brakeman
on a hurtlin' fevered train
crashin' head long into the heartland
like a cannon in the rain

with the feelin' of the sleepers
and the burnin' of the coal
countin' the towns flashin' by
and a night that's full of soul

with light in my head
with you in my arms...



And I know I will be loosened
from the bonds that hold me fast

and the chains all around me
will fall away at last

and on that grand and fateful day
I will take thee in my hand

I will ride on a train
I will be the fisherman

With light in my head
You in my arms...

reply to post by Ramcheck

The King’s Breakfast
BY A. A. MILNE

The King asked
The Queen, and
The Queen asked
The Dairymaid:
“Could we have some butter for
The Royal slice of bread?”
The Queen asked
The Dairymaid,
The Dairymaid
Said, “Certainly,
I’ll go and tell
The cow
Now
Before she goes to bed.”

The Dairymaid
She curtsied,
And went and told
The Alderney:
“Don’t forget the butter for
The Royal slice of bread.”

The Alderney
Said sleepily:
“You’d better tell
His Majesty
That many people nowadays
Like marmalade
Instead.”

The Dairymaid
Said, “Fancy!”
And went to
Her Majesty.
She curtsied to the Queen, and
She turned a little red:
“Excuse me,
Your Majesty,
For taking of
The liberty,
But marmalade is tasty, if
It’s very
Thickly
Spread.”

The Queen said
“Oh!”
And went to
His Majesty:
“Talking of the butter for
The Royal slice of bread,
Many people
Think that
Marmalade
Is nicer.
Would you like to try a little
Marmalade
Instead?”

The King said,
“Bother!”
And then he said,
“Oh, dear me!”
The King sobbed, “Oh, deary me!”
And went back to bed.
“Nobody,”
He whimpered,
“Could call me
A fussy man;
I only want
A little bit
Of butter for
My bread!”

The Queen said,
“There, there!”
And went to
The Dairymaid.
The Dairymaid
Said, “There, there!”
And went to the shed.
The cow said,
“There, there!
I didn’t really
Mean it;
Here’s milk for his porringer
And butter for his bread.”

The Queen took
The butter
And brought it to
His Majesty;
The King said,
“Butter, eh?”
And bounced out of bed.
“Nobody,” he said,
As he kissed her
Tenderly,
“Nobody,” he said,
As he slid down
The banisters,
“Nobody,
My darling,
Could call me
A fussy man—
BUT
I do like a little bit of butter to my bread!”

I don't have a music vid to put with it, but still.....
it's my mood.
music.
poem
www.poetryfoundation.org...

Since it's Irish night tonight and all.... To my Irish ancestors

Since I ain't Irish. I'll just play a USA song

reply to post by RUFFREADY


Yeah but Milwaukee's more like Canada isn't it?

*ducks*

I Kid I kid!

I think that someone is trying to kill me
Infecting my blood and destroying my mind
No man of the flesh could ever stop me
The fight for this fish is a fight to the death

White whale
Holy grail

reply to post by RUFFREADY


Too much St. Paddy's Day....but I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry I'm blue....and sorry.... ]

reply to post by queenofsheba


It's ok..just don't run off to a pub by yourself again.. you used up your last chance.. I shouldn't have to call and get on your case like that!! you!!

reply to post by BuzzyWigs


Nothing wrong with some poetry


Rudyard Kipling - If (exert from)

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"



If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth, and everything that's in it.

reply to post by RUFFREADY


You worry way too much about me, I can take the Deadman's Curve Easy peasy....

reply to post by queenofsheba


You know why I called you... you we're alone..that is stupid!!

reply to post by RUFFREADY


People are Strange, from one of my fave movies....

reply to post by RUFFREADY


Remember "Star" from this movie?

reply to post by queenofsheba


Not too much I do remember sorry

last one from me tonight

Gigamesh, Minneapolis, United States










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reply to post by queenofsheba


Hope you feel better soon