Nothin’ from nothin’ leaves nothin’
—Billy Preston
There ain’t a woman who can see
All the love inside of me
Stupid two-bit loser town
Bitches try to bring me down
I need a woman sweet and pure
I’ll find my truth inside of her
I spend my cash and act a clown
Bitches try to bring me down
A million things that I could be
If only she believed in me
I could drink until I drown
Bitches try to bring me down
by Richard W. Bray
took all the pennies
saving in my jar
daddy go bye bye in a car
mama say daddy
drinking in a bar
daddy go bye bye in a car
daddy took his things
and drove real far
daddy go bye bye in a car
daddy real mad
dont love us anymore
daddy go bye bye in a car
by Richard W. Bray
i’ve been sniffing all the flowers
i’ve been dancing on the dew
you’ve been giving the impression
there could be a me and u
dont wanna play no 20 questions
just wanna spend some time with u
already know enough about ya
from the things that u do
let’s go walking in the park
it’ll just be me and u
we can get to know each other
we can woopty doopty doo
we can talk about the weather
we can sing a little tune
we can listen to the starlight
in the magic of the moon
by Richard W. Bray
She burned my possessions
She poisoned my mule
She shredded my flat screen
And threw it in the pool
I had to find out
for myself
I wouldn’t believe
nobody else
She’s runnin all around
With a bunch of new men
My boss and my brother
And five of my friends
I had to find out
for myself
it wrecked my mind
and ruined my health
She emptied my treasury
She cashed in my chips
She bought herself rubies
And had a nice trip
I had to find out
for myself
she really helped me
share the wealth
All of my buddies
Been saying for years
But I was too timid
To face down my fears
I had to find out
for myself
I wouldn’t believe
nobody else
by Richard W. Bray
Big sky
Red truck
Trusty old hound
Big sky
Long stretch
Covering some ground
Big sky
Freedom
Miles of blooming dirt
Big sky
Heartache
The woman that I hurt
Big sky
Long days
What I gotta do
Big sky
Highways
Rolling back to you
by Richard W. Bray
Pick your diamond pick your pearl there is beauty in the world
—Macy Gray, et al.
You’ll never see a sunset
Hanging on the wall
You can’t buy any moonlight
At your local mall
You can find a billion
Emeralds and pearls
In the overwhelming joy
Of a bunch of boys and girls
I could dig up every gemstone
From Paris to the Nile
I’ll never know a treasure
Greater than your smile
by Richard W. Bray
The Russians broke in
When I was outta town
Drank all my whiskey
And burned the place down
The Russians ate my homework
And Putin hacked my phone
My girlfriend saw his dick pic
And now I’m all alone
My manager’s a Russian
He’s an undercover Tsar
Always hacking at my server
And eating caviar
Down in every basement
Under every bed
There’s a sneaky Russian agent
They know everything you said
Call the Justice League
And summon Chuck Norris
Cuz we’re under assault
From Natasha and Boris
by Richard W. Bray
Your foreman is an asshole
He treats you like a rat
You take your anger home
And blame it on your cat
Feelings aren’t smart
They’re not even sane
Like a ping pong ball
Bouncing in your brain
Voice inside you saying
Your folks are always right
So you must’ve deserved it
When they beat you every night
Thoughts get jumbled
And feelings tangle up
Like a mess of rusty razors
Tearing at your gut
by Richard W. Bray
Lower taxes for the wealthy
And the never-ending war
Can’t afford to fix the bridges
Never talk about the poor
Those fancy noble pundits
Talking on tv
All worried ‘bout decorum
Blah blah blah civility
It’s fully copacetic
Dropping 20 thousand bombs
If you do it with a smile
And you’re good at looking calm
Crooks and politicians
Keep on getting paid
Plundering our country
And calling it free trade
by Richard W. Bray
Digesting people’s problems
Now you’re such a nervous wreck
It’s a powerful distraction
Like a weight around your neck
Let it go
Or let it kill you
Live your life or play a role
You can let their drama fill you
But it leaves a giant hole
Some secrets are so scary
You even keep them from yourself
And drive them underneath
Until they devastate your health
Let it out
Or let it kill you
Sunken Secrets take a toll
Don’t submerge yourself until you
Rot the bosom of your soul
by Richard W. Bray
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