To fight aloud Is what you do To hide from What's inside of you Refute the things That people say And box in bars On Saturday To fight aloud Is what you do To hide from What's inside of you Upset, attack Disturb, annoy Nag and nag And nag your boy To fight aloud Is what you do To hide from What's inside of you Bicker, fuss And fight and feud And then you say "You're being rude" To fight aloud Is what you do To hide from What's inside of you
by Richard W. Bray
I read a lot of books About psychology and stuff Crammin knowledge in my head I’ll never get enough Tried to figure out Why some people fall apart Wondered if the problem’s In the head or in the heart The answer is so simple And amazy If you don’t tell yourself the truth You’ll go crazy Deception is a poison It destroys and complicates Honesty alleviates It cures and it regenerates Living all those lies Is gonna rot your loving soul Heal your wounded heart And let yourself be whole The answer is so simple And amazy If you don’t tell yourself the truth You’ll go crazy
Double-cross a lover While she's sleeping upstairs Betray your best friend And never give a care You could eat a flea for breakfast Put a saddle on an ant Ride it like a pony To the centipede dance The lies you tell yourself The lies you tell the world The never-ending lies That pushed away your girl You could hide inside a thimble Crawl under a door Get lost for an hour In a crack in the floor Leave a trail of destruction, Misery and loss Turn and walk away Let others pay the cost You could build yourself a castle With toenails and sand And declare yourself king Of Tiny Little Land by Richard W. Bray
The world is made of frozen light Everything connects Nothing in the universe Works like you expect Does a tree know it exists? Does a star know how to love? Look at thirteen blackbirds Listen to a dove Make some room for kindness As you straddle space and time The world is charged with grandeur Everybody shines by Richard W. Bray
"To see what's right in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle." –George Orwell When you don't wanna know What you know It takes a massive toll It'll singe your living soul When you don't wanna know What you know The fables that you tell The fiction that you sell When you don't wanna know What you know What people say and do What's right in front of you When you don't wanna know What you know His face is full of doom He smells like cheap perfume When you don't wanna know What you know When you don't wanna know What you know When you don't wanna know What you know by Richard W. Bray
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