Archive for the ‘If it sounds country’ Category
September 29, 2019
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
Someday, I’ll pay
For each one of my sins
Catting and carousing
Till daylight
St. Peter’s gonna
Curse my silly grin
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I’m sorry for
The selfish things I done
I left a trail of heartache
And hurting
I gotta say
I had a lotta fun
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I’m about to bust
My weary frame
It’s too late for any excuses
I spent a lifetime
Shifting all the blame
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I feel bad
For all them things I said
I’ve always been
A real late bloomer
I’m gonna change
Right after I am dead
By Richard W. Bray
Tags:Alcoholism, country music, Country Music Lyrics, losers, lyrics
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September 21, 2019
Washing out the spot
That never goes away
How many children
Did you kill today?
Staring at the basin
In all your distress
What happens in your head
Is anybody’s guess
Now you’re making speeches
Reciting practiced lies
I wonder what’s behind
The empty in your eyes
Where does it come from?
The hunger that devours
Destroying whole countries
For a little taste of Power
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:As I Walked Out One Evening, country music, Country Music Lyrics, los ladrones que mandan, lyrics, Macbeth, W.H. Auden, War, William Shakespeare
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September 11, 2019
You’re a mean little phony
From your head to your shoes
The fake, fake smile
Of a fake like you
Your tongue is infected
Like the words you spew
The fake, fake charm
Of a fake like you
There’s a blade in the back
For everyone you knew
The fake, fake friendly
Of a fake like you
You said we were perfect
You’d always be true
The fake, fake love
Of a fake like you
Everybody learns
And now I know it too
The fake, fake heart
Of a fake like you
By Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, hypocrisy, hypocrites, losers, lyrics, Sylvia Plath
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September 7, 2019
some say the most important thing is to calmly talk about your depression. wrong. the most important thing is to throw sand in its eyes, beat it with a sock full of quarters, then toss your depression in an Arby’s dumpster
—Beth, my spiritual adivsor
There ain’t no happy place
Where good times always last
You need to grab your misery
And kick its little ass
There ain’t no place to hide
There ain’t no happy pills
Don’t make up stupid stories
To wish away your ills
There ain’t no easy road
There ain’t no magic spell
Everything that’s worth a damn
Is gonna hurt like hell
Beat the blues down
When it bears its ugly head
It’s coming back tomorrow
Every day until you’re dead
By Richard W. Bray
Tags:Beth, bourgeois alien, country music, Country Music Lyrics, depression, lyrics, the blues
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August 30, 2019
And once they have you, safe and sound,
They want to change you all around.
—Dorothy Parker
I can change him
I can fix him
Make him do
Just what I say
I can bend him
I can mold him
Like a big ole
Ball of clay
I’ll carve him up
Like a banana
He’ll be my
Special toy
If you want
To own a man
Treat him like
A little boy
Men are helpless
Men are silly
Men are stupid
Men are weak
I can guide him
I can dress him
I can change
The way he speaks
He don’t know
No better
He’s a senseless
Waste of life
I’ll own the pockets
In his pants
I’ll own his nuts
I’ll be his wife
I’ll put his ass to work
I’ll never let him slip
I’m doing him a favor
Just watch me crack my whip
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:Battle of the Sexes, country music, Country Music Lyrics, Dorothy Parker, losers, lyrics, Men, women
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August 24, 2019
Sanctimony and masochism are two sides of the same coin.
—Richard W. Bray
Lazy drunken losers
Stupid punks & fools
I call em as I see em
But I don’t make the rules
Homeless doped-out drifters
Squatting in the street
Helpless hopeless vagrants
No shoes on their feet
Nasty nutty morons
A perpetual disgrace
They sour my disposition
And crinkle up my face
Filthy smutty floozies
They’re out of control
Hardening my heart
They muddy up my soul
Judgement and resentment
Impair your mental health
Swing your blade around
Till you mutilate yourself
By Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, hypocrisy, hypocrites, losers, lyrics
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August 19, 2019
O fairest of all creation, last and best
Of all God’s works, creature in whom excelled
Whatever can to sight or thought be formed
—John Milton, Paradise Lost
the sunshine in your laughter
the poetry in your style
the wiggle in your swagger
the music in your smile
your wicked sense of humor
your feet, your face, your hair
the fire in your anger
the fancy in your flare
the tender in your strength
the lovely in your heart
you’re a trillion times more
than the sum of your parts
every thing about you
every little part
knocks me on my bootie
you’re my favorite work of art
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, funny valentine, Lorenz Hart, love songs
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August 15, 2019
Every time he gives a speech
He fills up the hall
Bernie makes my skin crawl
Always trying to help the people
Such incredible gall
Bernie makes my skin crawl
He doesn’t bow down
When the billionaires call
Bernie makes my skin crawl
Trying to fix the country
With his commie cabal
Bernie makes my skin crawl
I’m paid to tell lies
And make heroes look small
Bernie makes my skin crawl
by Richard W. Bray
Tags:Bernie Sanders, fake news, los ladrones que mandan, Mimi Rocah, MSNBC, politics
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August 10, 2019
We’re good together
It’s ready to start
Will I jump over the moon
Or get kicked in the heart?
I hear a song playing
For me and for you
Is it Over the Rainbow?
Or Little Boy Blue?
I’m a little bit timid
If you’ll pardon my scars
Does this stairway go down
Or straight to the stars
I’ve been here before
And it didn’t end well
Will you be my salvation
Or my ticket to hell?
By Richard W. Bray
Tags:country music, Country Music Lyrics, Harold Arlen, Holly Cole, Little Boy Blue, love songs, lyrics, Over the Rainbow, sad songs, Sarah Vaughan, Yip Harburg
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