March 19, 2016
Never felt right
Never felt whole
Till I found a bottle
To parch my dusty soul
This dingy old bar
Is my urban oasis
Seventeen cocktails
Is my homeostasis
I do death and resurrection
On a regular basis
I came up in a stupid little
One-horse town
Booze is the friend
That never let me down
This dingy old bar
Is my urban oasis
Seventeen cocktails
Is my homeostasis
I do death and resurrection
On a regular basis
I’m anxious and ornery
Till I get a drink
Won’t quit until I wake up
In a pile of stink
This dingy old bar
Is my urban oasis
Seventeen cocktails
Is my homeostasis
I do death and resurrection
On a regular basis
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: Alcoholism, country music, Country Music Lyrics, lyrics, masochism
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March 14, 2016
Middle aged man in his underwear playing video games and drinking beer.
You don’t wanna work
You’ll never get a job
My mother was right
You’re a stupid lazy slob
I’m working three jobs
Just to get by
What am I doing
With such a lousy guy?
Disappoint me
Let me down
Incite my indignation
I will always
Keep you round
To focus my frustration
Playing your Nintendo
Like a stupid little kid
Jesus won’t you tell me
What I ever did
To deserve a drunkin fool
Spending everything I earn
I shoulda stayed in school
I guess I’ll never learn
Disappoint me
Let me down
Incite my indignation
I will always
Keep you round
To focus my frustration
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: country music, Country Music Lyrics, denial, losers, lyrics
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March 12, 2016
If you drink your life to crud
Till you’re crawling in the mud
And puking pints of blood
If you gamble on the ponies
Till you’re sickly and you’re bony
And your kids eat macaroni
I’m sorry for your trauma
If you’re dusting up the drama
With a dozen baby mamas
It really ain’t my gain
If your life fills up with pain
Until you think you’ll go insane
Your problems
Ain’t my issue
Though I’ll support you
And I wish you
All the best
But I won’t waste
Precious time
Fixating on your
Your sins and crimes
I’ll just stay thankful
For the ways
My life is blessed
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: compassion, country music, Country Music Lyrics, lyrics, pain
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March 5, 2016
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
Tags: country music, Country Music Lyrics, love songs, lyrics
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March 5, 2016
There was no shutting them down! Whether we had anything for them to do or not, they ran all the time! And were they ever loud! Oh, God, were they ever loud.
—Kurt Vonnegut, Galapagos
People and people screaming with need
Their dreams and desires and egos to feed
Attacking my senses and making me bleed
Bloody compassion fills me inside
My fragile existence cannot abide
I’ll dig me a hole where I can hide
But even alone I can’t clear my head
Voices and voices of anguish and dread
Rattle the skull until we are dead
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: angst, Galapagos, Kurt Vonnegut, literature, Poetry
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February 28, 2016
‘Cause everybody’s gotta have somebody to look down on
Prove they can be better than at any time they please
Someone doin’ somethin’ dirty, decent folks can frown on
You can’t find nobody else, then help yourself to me
—Kris Kristofferson, Jesus Was a Capricorn
Been living here for fourteen years
I’m stuck inside a rut
I’m surrounded by losers
And piles and piles of smut
My wife took all my money
And left me in this hut
I can’t believe I fell
For that evil stupid slut
My rent just got doubled
And my salary was cut
Everywhere I turn
Another door is shut
You need a place to put your angry
When it wells inside your gut
You need a place to put your angry
When life kicks you in the nuts
Follow me. I’ll help you find
A way out of this pinch
We’ll find someone to blame
Or we’ll find someone to lynch
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: country music, Country Music Lyrics, Jesus was a Capricorn, Kris Kristofferson, losers, lyrics
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February 27, 2016
Did I forget to tell you
That your boss left a note?
“Come to work or you’re fired”
Is all she wrote
I made you egg salad
Was it such a fiasco?
There wasn’t any mayo
So I just used Tabasco
Glad to hear you’re dating
We were so distressed
So you like the other gender
Whoda’ ever guessed?
Everyone agrees
He’s the best you’ll ever do
But we can’t figure out
What he sees in you
So I forgot to feed your pets
Don’t be such a bore
You need to check your values
You can always get some more
Lighten up as little
And give me a break
You’re so uptight
Like you never make mistakes
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: passive aggressive, Poetry
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February 21, 2016
Sometimes perhaps you don’t want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that’s true!
—Langston Hughes, Theme for English B
Separation
Is illusion
Bringing pain
And much confusion
We tear our lovely
World to bits
To believe
That we exist
We devastate
And we devour
Accumulating
Stuff and power
What is life?
And what is matter?
Songs of Self
Just make us sadder
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: Langston Hughes, Poetry, Theme from English B
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February 21, 2016
A universe of traits
Lively and sedate
Butch and straight
Matron and girly
Smooth and curvy
Delicate and nervy
Nimble and bold
Young and old
Precious like gold
Fun and feral and silly and wise
In every shape and shade and size
You make the world a lovely place
In three point seven billion ways
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: John Milton, O fairest of creation, Paradise Lost, Poetry, women
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February 14, 2016
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
—Phillip Larkin
In our lust for power and pelf
We pass on pain to son and daughter
I’ve passed along much hurt myself
It spreads and spreads like dye in water
Our lives are sad; our fate is strange
Life just seems like one big trap
Human beings will never change
Is existence merely crap?
Life is pain; there’s no exemption
I don’t seek meaning up above
Succor pain and seek redemption
In every act of hope and love
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: fatalism, hope, IF I can stop one heart from breaking, love, Phillip Larkin, This be the Verse
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