I don’t care she went away
I don’t care the kitchen smells
I can buy some paper plates
I can live on Taco Bell
I don’t care she went away
I don’t care that she’s gone
a man’s gotta be free
and I gotta be strong
I don’t care she went away
I don’t care that I’m alone
I ain’t about to cry
cuz I’m totally grown
I don’t care she went away
I don’t care I was wrong
time to drink some whisky
and play a sad song
by Richard W. Bray
She’s a vision, she’s an angel
she’s a goddess, she’s a queen
She is natural, she is perfect
She is pure and she is clean
Love can be incredible
But love won’t make you whole
If you’re looking for a woman
To perfect your sorry soul
Everything I want and need
A perfect combination
Every other woman is
A phony imitation
If you’re looking for a partner
To play a hopeless role
You won’t find a woman
To perfect your sorry soul
Transport constant misery
To eternal bliss
She’s the only woman
Who could possibly do this
Replacing God with Romance
Is an idiotic goal
You won’t find a woman
To perfect your sorry soul
by Richard W. Bray
The shapes a bright container can contain!
—Theodore Roethke, I Knew a Woman
The shapes and colors you contain
Paralyze my lonesome brain
It did not lessen your appeal
When you suggested I get real
Who I am and who you are
Mean I must love you from afar
I hear the voice of sanity
Saying how it’s gotta be:
“Forget her smile, her voice, her hair
Cry a lot and look elsewhere”
I should just give up on love
My hopeless heart has had enough
by Richard W. Bray
Everything
I say and do
Has a single
Purpose
I long to know
The tender soul
That lurks below
The surface
Ramparts guard
A supple heart
Bruised to
Hesitation
Time to go
Cuz she says “No”
And gives no
Indication
What I adore
Is nothing more
Than my
Imagination
by Richard W. Bray
Everybody tells me
There is nothing I can do
The Improbable of love
The faraway of you
Removing my own heart
With a butter knife
The cruelty of love
The absurdity of life
Hope perched on a star
And dreams made out of dust
The ridiculous of love
The impossible of us
Blind to reality
That anyone could see
The temerity of love
The insanity of me
by Richard W. Bray
The greater the love, the more false to its object
—W.H. Auden, The Dead Echo
You said you liked me for a friend
And I was sure my life would end
I found a hole
To crawl inside
I starved my soul
But I survived
You said you liked me for a friend
And I was sure my life would end
I drank up a distillery
I puked up blood and bile
I crucified my crazy heart
Because I missed your smile
You said you liked me for a friend
And I was sure my life would end
I put my body through the ringer
I’m lucky I’m not dead
Playing out a melodrama
All inside my head
by Richard W. Bray
It won’t end well:
This craving for connection
There always will be blood
When we seek affection
You’ll never cure your heart
It’s a terrible infection
Jealousy and tyranny
Resentment and rejection
The love I thought I saw
Was just my own reflection
Love is a barb
That cuts in all directions
by Richard W. Bray
I used to smile at the babies
And sing with the birds
I used to serenade you
With all my pretty words
My soul
Was beaming
Now my
Bloody heart
Is screaming
Cuz you laughed
At my dreaming
And broke me
With your scheming
I used to walk in sunshine
I used to plant flowers
I dawdled in the meadow
And dreamed of you for hours
My soul
Was beaming
Now my
Bloody heart
Is screaming
Cuz you laughed
At my dreaming
And broke me
With your scheming
I cherished every moment
Of our blesséd happy life
Till the day that you told me
You would never be my wife
My soul
Was beaming
Now my
Bloody heart
Is screaming
Cuz you laughed
At my dreaming
And broke me
With your scheming
by Richard W. Bray
She broke me so bad
I’m drinking beer for my brunch
And a bottle of whiskey
Is all I have for lunch
She broke me so bad
I fell apart and lost my job
I’m begging on the corner
I swindle and I rob
She broke me so bad
My anatomy stings
She got me seeing monsters
And hearing crazy things
She broke me so bad
My life is such a drag
Got a heart torn and tattered
Like a dirty old rag
I’m lost and I’m loaded
And I’m sick and I smell
I gave all my sweet lovin
To a demon from hell
by Richard W. Bray
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
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