Public Relations Give yourself a prize Dancing like scarecrow Who believes its own lies Public Relations The opposite of health You’re not into truth You’re into yourself Public Relations The perfect façade A rumor of existence A mountain of sod Public Relations Who would suspect? You gotta be real If you wanna connect by Richard W. Bray
Every inch of you is perfect —Meghan Trainor and Kevin Kadish Your naughty naughty body And your dirty dirty mind Got my head aspinning And I think I’m going blind So kinetic and so crazy How you keep a body warm Cover me and praise me And shelter me with storm Your naughty naughty body And your dirty dirty mind Absolute perfection From your head to your behind So kinetic and so crazy How you keep a body warm Cover me and praise me And shelter me with storm Your naughty naughty body And your dirty dirty mind You’re a sinner — you’re a saint You’re one of a kind So kinetic and so crazy How you keep a body warm Cover me and praise me And shelter me with storm By Richard W. Bray
everything that's right i discovered long ago i don't have to listen cuz i already know don't need any facts to show me what's true my feelings are my guide i live my point of view i don't have any need for folks who disagree they're just a bunch of haters but they'll never hurt me i need to stay pure in a very safe space that's the only cure for the human race
by Richard W. Bray
a man-hating woman and a woman-hating man raised a couple kids in a pool of quicksand daughter got away and overcome the sad angry little mama's boy blames everything on dad a man-hating woman and a woman-hating man smells and yells and warning bells forty years of rage and they never even knew they built their own cage by Richard W. Bray
Hypocrisy There’s nothing true In things that people Say and do… wasting all your time until you’re dead living other people’s lives inside your head you might try and live your own instead What a clown That stupid guy His perfect life Is such a lie… wasting all your time until you’re dead living other people’s lives inside your head you might try and live your own instead by Richard W. Bray
Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell. —Emily Dickinson
I heard a funny story I saw a good film So many things I wanna tell you Things to make you smile So many things I wanna tell you Every single day So many things I wanna tell you But you went away I had a bad day I wanted to cry So many things I wanna tell you To help me get by So many things I wanna tell you Every single day So many things I wanna tell you But you went away I pulled myself together Dug out of my ditch So many things I wanna tell you Life is such a bitch So many things I wanna tell you Every single day So many things I wanna tell you But you went away Everything that happened Was better with you So many things I wanna tell you But there’s nothing I can do So many things I wanna tell you Every single day So many things I wanna tell you But you went away by Richard W. Bray
You don’t get to say who I am You can think what you want You can tell your favorite aunt Just remember – I don’t give a damn I’ll keep being me I’ll never fit your fantasy You don’t get to say who I am You don’t get to say who I am You got ideas inside your head You can put them all to bed It don't mean a bucket full of spam I’ll keep being me I’ll keep on flying free You don’t get to say who I am You don’t get to say who I am So just worry about yourself It’s so much better for your health Than talking up a big old mess of sham I’ll keep being me I’ll keep on flying free You don’t get to say who I am by Richard W. Bray
You did not come, And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb,— —Thomas Hardy, A Broken Appointment I guess I just amused you But I felt so much more Wondrous happy singsong Leading to your door A kiss, a smile, a rainbow Aren’t always what they seem Underneath a streetlamp Waiting on a dream Time to face my sorrow Time to live my fate The moon is now descending The hour is getting late Hope, rejection, heartache — My never-ending theme Underneath a streetlamp Waiting on a dream Memories immortal Melodies divine Radiance and laughter A moment of your time A kiss, a smile, a rainbow Aren’t always what they seem Underneath a streetlamp Waiting on a dream by Richard W. Bray
I'm at the tip of the top There's a pep in my step I got the hippity hop Winning all of my bets I’m hanging on a hope Met a special sort of friend I’m such a silly old dope Am I falling again? Gonna get a new start I’m so happy I could scream For the bounce in my heart And the sparkle in my dreams I’m hanging on a hope Met a special sort of friend I’m such a silly old dope Am I falling again? By Richard W. Bray
Madly here we go again Making war to feel like men All the suffering in the world Inflicted on a little girl Everyone you boss around All the people you push down The hateful hunger to control Lord, it takes a mighty toll Disparage everything they do Cuz everyone should be like you That’s how a tyrant runs his home Cutting children to the bone Everyone you boss around All the people you push down The hateful hunger to control Lord, it takes a mighty toll Squeezing every single dime From their labor and their time That’s what production’s all about Plug 'em in and turn it out Everyone you boss around All the people you push down The hateful hunger to control Lord, it takes a mighty toll By Richard W. Bray
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