I’m lost in the sun
On the 101
Dragging round a torment
That weighs a ton
What can I do
To get back to you?
Can’t find the 57
From the 22
I can drive and drive
On the 405
But I was too dumb
To keep our love alive
I cry again and again
I’ll never take the 10
Back to Cucamonga
And my best friend
I could get away clean
On the 215
Never look back
And bust out of this scene
by Richard W. Bray
She’ll be nothing like I pictured her to be
—Neil Young, Lookin’ for a Love
Didn’t expect her beauty
From her bones to her skin
Didn’t expect the galaxy
To suddenly spin
Didn’t expect her smile
With its magical power
Didn’t expect her laugh
To resonate for hours
Didn’t expect to quiver
When she looks me in the face
Didn’t expect her poise
Didn’t expect her grace
Didn’t expect her countenance
To fill me up with joy
Didn’t expect to frolic
Like a goofy little boy
Didn’t expect to ever be
This silly and this sappy
Didn’t know there was such a thing
As permanent lovehappy
by Richard W. Bray
I’m glad for the glade
I’m glad for the dew
I’m glad for the sunshine
I’m glad I met you
The world is lovely
The world is sad
That was the best night
I ever had
I’m glad for the mountains
I’m glad for the sky
But I won’t be happy
Until I’m you guy
by Richard W. Bray
Time was away and somewhere else
—Louis MacNeice, Meeting Point
Together in a room
With no one else around
We dance to a tune
That doesn’t make a sound
Where dreamers rhapsodize
Inside a cozy space
With my eyes locked in your eyes
We put the world in its place
by Richard W. Bray
The way you treat your woman
Makes me wanna cry
You disgrace our gender
You’re a fraction of a guy
A million times you told her
She can’t do nothing right
You’re a tyrant and a terror
You’re so angry and uptight
Nothing she could try and do
Will ever be ok
Why you wanna be with
Someone you treat that way?
The way you treat your feller
Makes my gonads ache
Like he should live to serve you
For goodness gracious sake
Everything you say is
A complaint or a command
I could live a thousand years
And never understand
Why it makes you happy
To treat anyone that way
I’m just glad I won’t be ‘round
To watch your love decay
by Richard W. Bray
You mesmerized me
Strumming your lute
Cuz you’re really, really, really, really cute
I got an ache so
Stunning and acute
Cuz you’re really, really, really, really cute
I’d give everything I got
To taste your fruit
Cuz you’re really, really, really, really cute
I spend every minute
Planning my pursuit
Cuz you’re really, really, really, really cute
Down in Beaumont, up in Boston
Out in Butte
There ain’t another woman
Half as cute
I’m dying here
But you don’t give a hoot
You already know you’re really, really cute
by Richard W. Bray
She slides across
My lonely view
And there ain’t nothing
I can do
I pine and fret
My silent plea
For a love
That cannot be
I’m sixty-three
percent insane
Cuz she keeps poppin
In my brain
My mind’s a mess
Of hurt and sad
Love’s an ache
I got so bad
A friendly word
A wayward smile
Lights my soul up
For a while
Till I remember
Who I am
A peon and
A hired hand
I’m sixty-three
percent insane
Cuz she keeps poppin
In my brain
My mind’s a mess
Of hurt and sad
Love’s an ache
I got so bad
by Richard W. Bray
Never wanna be away from you
You won’t be lonely any more
Never wanna be away from you
You’re the one I waited for
Never wanna be away from you
Without you I have no life
Never wanna be away from you
I quit my job and left my wife
Never wanna be away from you
I’m sick and dizzy when you’re gone
Never wanna be away from you
Pitched my tent on your front lawn
Never wanna be away from you
POE-lease say I gotta go
Never wanna be away from you
The truest love I’ll ever know
by Richard W. Bray
they say that
matter’s all
connected
you and me
have been
selected
every system
is affected
we share ourselves
in all we do
i wanna get
real close to you
i wanna
feel like new
and mix
some molecules
with you
by Richard W. Bray
This fellow who follows
This odd little gent
Just gets on my tail
And never relents
This fellow who follows
The path of my shoes
With a single ambition
To do what I do
This fellow who follows
He just wants to play
It’s always his fate
To get in the way
This fellow who follows
Is my little brother
An object more precious
Than any other
This fellow who follows
My feet to and fro
Has taught me to scruple
And watch where I go
by Richard W. Bray
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