Archive for the ‘If it sounds country’ Category

He Didn’t Learn It From Me

July 20, 2014

Teacher says my kid is bad
Pinching girls and punching boys
Says he’s quite the lively lad
Busting heads and breaking toys
I gotta raise the feller right
I can’t tolerate no sass
Every time the school calls
I always beat his little ass

He must’ve got that from his friends
Or else he seen it on tv
He didn’t learn that stuff from me
This is a sick society

Police got my boy downtown
For smashing glass and taking beer
I guess I’ll get another round
Before I sneak on outta here
I’m ashamed that he’s my son
That ain’t the way that he was taught
We all like to have our fun
But only idiots get caught

He must’ve got that from his friends
Or else he seen it on tv
He didn’t learn that stuff from me
This is a sick society

by Richard W. Bray

The Pursuit

July 6, 2014

You can’t fill up on happy
By drinking twenty beers
Or eating cotton candy
Till it comes out your ears

Happy don’t yield dividends
When you pursue it as an end
Happy is the residue
Of all the worthwhile things we do

The need to know that nibbles
And asks us who we are
Won’t be sated by garages
With fifty-seven cars

Happy don’t yield dividends
When you pursue it as an end
Happy is the residue
Of all the worthwhile things we do

Find yourself a project
And plug, plug, plug away
Make a little progress
And show up every day

Happy don’t yield dividends
When you pursue it as an end
Happy is the residue
Of all the worthwhile things we do

by Richard W. Bray

Angry Won’t Feed Your Chickens

July 2, 2014

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Wheel of fortune
Rollin on
My dreams
Gets me so exasperated
Deeds and outcomes
Ain’t related

Sooner or later
Life’ll kick you
In the ass
No one is immune
Nobody
Gets a pass

Everybody got a reason
To be angry
But angry
Won’t feed your chickens
Angry hurts
And angry sickens

Sooner or later
Life’ll kick you
In the ass
No one is immune
Nobody
Gets a pass

Just try to do
Your best
Cuz fickle
Fate don’t give a damn
So cherish what
Is beautiful
And take it like a man

Sooner or later
Life’ll kick you
In the ass
No one is immune
Nobody
Gets a pass

by Richard W. Bray

Rinky Dink Shadow

June 20, 2014

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Got money in my pants
Got a shiny new car
Got tickets to a dance
Got a seat at the bar
Got everything I earned
From all the work I do
But I never ever learned
That I just needed you

I’m a boat without a sail
I’m a light without a lamp
I’m a letter in the mail
That ain’t got no stamp
I’m a fool without a plan
Darling, can’t you understand?
I’m a rinky dink shadow
Of a man

I’m tearing up the town
I’m breaking all the rules
And I’m rollin all around
With a mighty bunch of fools
Got all my crazy pals
Got a million things to do
Got a thousand horny gals
But I just need you

I’m a boat without a sail
I’m a light without a lamp
I’m a letter in the mail
That ain’t got no stamp
I’m a fool without a plan
Darling, can’t you understand?
I’m a rinky dink shadow
Of a man

by Richard W. Bray

Here is Who I Am

June 8, 2014

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Throw down the mattock and dance while you can.

W.H. Auden

Life pushes “Play”
We get a dance
We can shimmy
We will slip
We don’t get a
Second chance
It’s a one-way trip

I took a road
It got me here
A stack of choices
Make a man
Don’t make no sense
To shed no tears
Here is who I am

My life’s been good
And it’s been bad
But it’s the only
One I get
It would be stupid
And so sad
To waste it with regret

by Richard W. Bray

Flying in the Dark

June 5, 2014

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escaping
pain and pity
i lit out
for the city
and ran
away from home
sometimes a body
gotta roam

I just wanted to be free
Thought I had to make a mark
But this city ain’t for me
Flying home in the dark

enchanted
by the light
i didn’t foresee
an endless night
had enough of
snow and ice
going back where
folks are nice

Won’t you please deliver me
From all the jackals and the sharks
Lord knows this city ain’t for me
Flying home in the dark

by Richard W. Bray

The Last Thing a Man Wants

May 28, 2014

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You can send a man to war
Make him watch his buddies die
Don’t even say what they died for
You can even make him cry
You can cut all his rations
Down to the nitty-gritty
But the last thing a man wants
Is pity

You can send his job away
Cut his salary in half
You can abuse him every day
You can have yourself a laugh
You can take away his home
And brutalize his city
But the last thing a man wants
Is pity

Take the country that he loves
And starve it half to death
You can give his heart a shove
You can steal his dying breath
You can trample on his pride
And make his whole world shitty
But the last thing a man wants
Is pity

by Richard W. Bray

Stupid

May 21, 2014

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I met a man
Who laid some bricks
He knew about
A million tricks
The people loved
His fancy streets
But I prefer
The grey concrete

Don’t wanna hear about the things you did
Don’t bother me if you got stuff to share
Everything that I don’t like is stupid
Don’t waste my time. I really just don’t care

I met a man who
Who looked at stars
And tried to guess
Just what they are
But that didn’t do
A thing for me
Or take me where
I wanna be

Don’t wanna hear about the things you did
Don’t bother me if you got stuff to share
Everything that I don’t like is stupid
Don’t waste my time. I really just don’t care

A gal I knew
Was brave and free
Embraced life with
Vitality
Did not take much
Sense to see
She was not the
One for me


Don’t wanna hear about the things you did
Don’t bother me if you got stuff to share
Everything that I don’t like is stupid
Don’t waste my time. I really just don’t care

by Richard W. Bray

Hiding from the Hurt

May 13, 2014

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You can take a bunch of pills
Drink that whiskey by the cup
But your anguish and your ills
Will survive if you wake up

Can’t hide from the hurt
You gotta love it like a friend
It tells you who you are
It tells you what you gotta mend

You can pack up all that pain
You can shove it down deep
But the hurt will still remain
It’ll surface when you sleep

Can’t hide from the hurt
You gotta love it like a friend
It tells you who you are
It tells you what you gotta mend

You can fill up every day
You can work around the clock
You can play and play and play
You can talk and talk and talk

Can’t hide from the hurt
You gotta love it like a friend
It tells you who you are
It tells you what you gotta mend

by Richard W. Bray

Castles

April 24, 2014

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Hit the road for half a life
And braved a million hassles
I found myself the perfect wife
And built myself a castle

Clinging to a dream because
I’m scared I’m gonna drown
Clinging to what never was
To keep from going down

She didn’t seem to mind too much
All that time apart
I did my best to keep in touch
And please her fickle heart

Clinging to a dream because
I’m scared I’m gonna drown
Clinging to what never was
To keep from going down

Filled a house with kids and stuff
And somehow we got by
Concocting fibs and jolly bluffs
A fabricated lie

Clinging to a dream because
I’m scared I’m gonna drown
Clinging to what never was
To keep from going down

Reality is almost gone
Couldn’t get much insaner
The whole town knows what’s going on
With my wife and her trainer

Clinging to a dream because
I’m scared I’m gonna drown
Clinging to what never was
To keep from going down

by Richard W. Bray