A lifetime of enchantment Is all I ask of you Dreaming of impossible Because it's what you do
Tether me to heaven like the stars across the sky Feather me with comfort and your lover's lullaby
Free me from a thousand woes My flesh cannot endure Shelter me with sunshine That flows from you so pure Tether me to heaven like the stars across the sky Feather me with comfort and your lover's lullaby
You can be my proof rock Solid as a stone Even when we're miles apart I'll never be alone Tether me to heaven like the stars across the sky Feather me with comfort and your lover's lullaby
I spent a whole lot of years
In an imaginary race
Learning to ignore
What was in front of my face
Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
Tell yourself a story
Every time you don't win
I lived a sprawling dream
I signed above the line
Took a spin around the world
With my head in my behind
Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
Like I never even saw
All the places I've been
Like a good little soldier
I had a happy little life
While every nephew and his uncle
Took a turn with my wife
Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
I wonder if my son
Is my next of kin
Built myself a mansion
Then I tore it all down
When your whole life tumbles
It barely makes a sound
Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
Tell yourself a story
Every time you don't win
Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
Tell yourself a story
Every time you don't win
by Richard W. Bray
Sometimes life is gonna hurt
Attacking others makes it worse
It's gonna take a lot of work
But you don't have to be a jerk
Please, get some help with your disease
It really isn't very smart
To have a hatey hatey heart
A lot of bad things going on
That’s why we have to carry on
You don’t have to be so dour
Go outside and smell a flower
Please, get some help with your disease
It really isn't very smart
To have a hatey hatey heart
Don't wanna let your insides rust
Like your soul is full of pus
The thing you really need to know
Is how to let your anger go
Please, get some help with your disease
It really isn't very smart
To have a hatey hatey heart
Please, get some help with your disease
It really isn't very smart
To have a hatey hatey heart
by Richard W. Bray
If you've got the freedom, I've got the time
—Kris Kristofferson
Sad song on the jukebox
The barman rang his bell
Another night with my buddies
And the tales that they tell
I seen you around town
You move real nice
I'd like to get to know about
Your sugar and your spice
I’m not gonna tell you how to spend your time
Sometimes a body needs a body till the morning sun shines
Maybe there's a chance
We could have a good time
Maybe I could learn about
Your rhythm and your rhyme
The wind is blowing lonesome
It's a long walk home
My room is awful empty
I don't wanna be alone
I’m not gonna tell you how to spend your time
Sometimes a body needs a body till the morning sun shines
by Richard W. Bray
You always talk so much trash
About everyone you know
Are you insecure?
Or are you just an asshole?
You always talk so much trash
It's getting really old
Did you have a bad day?
Or are you just an asshole?
You always talk so much trash
Such an active piehole
Are you trying to impress?
Or are you just an asshole?
You always talk so much trash
Like you think we don't know
What you say when we're not here
God, you're such an asshole!
by Richard W. Bray
living the heartache
in all those country songs
i broke a lot of rules
i did a lot of wrong
My daddy used to say you get what you give
There's a price to pay for the way that you live
being this stupid
should hurt a lot more
lying don't work
the body keeps score
My daddy used to say you get what you give
There's a price to pay for the way that you live
i turned love into dog shit
turned heaven into hell
left a mountain full of sunshine
at the bottom of a well
My daddy used to say you get what you give
There's a price to pay for the way that you live
ran through a brick wall
crawled over broken glass
there ain't no redemption
for my sorry old ass
My daddy used to say you get what you give
There's a price to pay for the way that you live
by Richard W. Bray
Another barstool winner
Now he’s talking off my ear
Sounds like he scored a lot of points
During his junior year
Another barstool winner
Chomping teeth and talking fast
I guess his nostrils are full
White powder – what a blast
Another barstool winner
Staggered over from his hovel
In another four years
He’ll be finished with his novel
Another barstool winner
He doesn’t miss the kids and wife
He says they're all jealous
Of his freewheeling life
Another barstool winner
Don’t ask me what I’m doing here
I’d rather listen than talk
Time to pour another beer
by Richard W. Bray
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