Seven little words built the blade
Twisting like a steak knife
In my heart
I really like you for a friend
(I always knew this thing would end)
Seven little words that never fade
Echo like a foghorn
In my head
I really like you for a friend
(Now I have parties to attend)
Seven little words my hell made
Tearing like a buzzsaw
At my soul
I really like you for a friend
(It was amusing to pretend)
by Richard W. Bray
Known you for five minutes
And you’re all about my bizness
You’re the type of guy
Who can never a hint
You say I looked your way
But ya know I really didn’t
All up in my Kool-aid
You won’t even let me breathe
I never showed an interest
Now you’re calling me a tease
You give a lot of orders
But you don’t respect my borders
Asking bout my family
Asking bout my kid
Every place I ever been
And everything I did
A girl has got a right
To be left alone
You’re six feet tall
So act like you’re grown
By Richard W. Bray
Everyone wants to be Cary Grant. Even I want to be Cary Grant.
—Cary Grant
You won’t find you truth
In me
You can’t live
My biography
You might admire
Celebrity
Too bad it’s
All illusory
Life is short
The world is cold
Try to love
Someone you know
I could never
Warm your soul
Or make you happy
When you’re old
I don’t say this
To be mean
I’m just a flicker
On a screen
Don’t live
Imaginary scenes
Go outside
The grass is green
by Richard W. Bray
My biggest hurt
Was hurting you
I’m dumber than
A worn out shoe
Ain’t nothing
I could ever do
To make up for your pain
I sit and cry
And fret and moan
Deserve to spend
My life alone
I miss your smile
And your cologne
I need another brain
Your memory
Is all I get
The sweetest girl
I ever met
And happiness
I can’t forget
I live my life in vain
by Richard W. Bray
We’re the Neoliberals
Making sure the hawks will soar
We celebrate our soldiers
By starting lots of wars
We’re the Neoliberals
We’re shutting down the stores
Haven’t cared about the working man
Since 1984
We’re the Neoliberals
We love the One Percent
If you don’t like Austerity
Get out of our tent
We’re the Neoliberals
We’re modern day pagans
We idolize the dollar
And we worship Ronald Reagan
by Richard W. Bray
I lived a big lie
I was afraid of myself
Spent my time thinking
About everybody else
When you live a big lie
The little ones will follow
Till your brain short-circuits
And your insides are hollow
I couldn’t take your love
Too much beauty and truth
I blamed it all on you
And I squandered my youth
When you live a big lie
The little ones will follow
Till your brain short-circuits
And your insides are hollow
I’m rebuilding myself
Feeling better every day
Maybe we can get
A cup of coffee someday
When you live a big lie
The little ones will follow
Till your brain short-circuits
And your insides are hollow
by Richard W. Bray
A million bloody teardrops
Drying out my soul
A thousand days without you
Ain’t no bottom of the hole
The only thing I have
Is nothing
The only thing I did
Was injure you
The only thing I feel
Is empty
Cuz you’re the only one
Who loved me true
I only know tomorrow
Will be sadder than today
I know I had it all
And I let it slip away
The only thing I have
Is freedom
The only thing I want
Is me and you
The only thing I do
Is break things
The only thing I know
Is I love you
by Richard W. Bray
A soon as someone
Leaves the room
Scoundrels screech
And bark
Like hyenas
Hide all day
And come out
After dark
Yapper-snappin
Judgement-crappin
Jibber-jabbin clowns
Talkin loads of smack
About the folks
Who ain’t around
Distortion and
Deception
Are your
Stock-in-trade
Your best friend
Turns his back
And you get
Out your blade
Yapper-snappin
Judgement-crappin
Jibber-jabbin clowns
Talkin loads of smack
About the folks
Who ain’t around
A dread disease
Grows in your soul
Spewing
Hate and bile
Cold deception
Hides the beast
That lives behind
Your smile
Yapper-snappin
Judgement-crappin
Jibber-jabbin clowns
Talkin loads of smack
About the folks
Who ain’t around
by Richard W. Bray
Long ago and far away
I wasn’t very nice
Did a lot of ugly things
And paid a gruesome price
Beat my chest and banged my drum
Ready for a fight
Split some heads and ate some fists
Threw my anger left and right
Tough guy tried to swing on me
I punched him in the head
He landed on the concrete
And now that man is dead
Judge called me a loser
And a menace to the town
The world would be much better
Without your type around
Banged my soul against a wall
For twenty years inside
Then one day I read a book
It woke me up inside
The man I killed and guys like me
Are trash you throw away
When we kill each other
We really make your day
The man I killed is haunting me
And waiting at the door
I honor him by loving strays
And comforting the poor
by Richard W. Bray
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free
—Bob Dylan
you force yourself on others
your power breeds abuse
coercing our submission
you lit a righteous fuse
one little push
and the wall comes down
after keeping us back
and holding us down
you’d sell your mother’s soul
you’d steal a beggar’s breath
trampling on the poor
making money offa death
one little push
and the wall comes down
after keeping us back
and holding us down
trafficking in bullets
making nations bleed
our blood will feed the soil
you tried to bury us like seeds
one little push
and the wall comes down
after keeping us back
and holding us down
by Richard W. Bray
