November 17, 2014
You won’t find it
On the web
You won’t find it
At the mall
You won’t find it
Up her dress
There ain’t
No one to call
Ain’t nobody out there
To tell you
Who you are
So cast down your bucket
Right where you are
The planets won’t
Tell you
You can’t see it
In the stars
You won’t find it
In a pill
You won’t find it
At the bar
Ain’t nobody out there
To tell you
Who you are
So cast down your bucket
Right where you are
You can ask
Your pastor
You can hire yourself
A shrink
Five hundred bucks
An hour
Won’t tell you
What you think
Ain’t nobody out there
To tell you
Who you are
So cast down your bucket
Right where you are
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: country music, Country Music Lyrics, lyrics
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November 15, 2014
showing up
and passing time
there I was
doing fine
there you were
the world grew
days were wide
and full of you
a pocket of time
tender and small
there we were
we had it all
a tiny tear
grew and grew
here I am
where are you?
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: country music, Country Music Lyrics, love songs, lyrics, sad songs
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November 15, 2014
Got a million ills to feed on
Need a bartender to bleed on
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta
Be the wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
I don’t deserve another chance, Stan
Couldn’t keep it in my pants, Man
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta be
The wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
Doctors say I got a sick head
Cuz I’m always such a dickhead
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta be
The wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: country music, Country Music Lyrics, love songs, lyrics, sad songs
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November 7, 2014
Y’all some
Wine-sippin,
God-hatin,
Tree-huggin,
Baby-killin
Tofu eaters
Hopeless heathen wife-cheaters
Yellow-bellied troop-defeaters
I can tell you who you are
Just by lookin at your car
And the clothes that you wear
And the way you cut your hair
Y’all some
Truck-drivin,
Gun-clingin,
Choir-singin,
Beer-guzzlin
Boo-boo raisers
Redneck mobile home appraisers
Happy when you’re meltin glaciers
I just look at you and shrug
It’s so easy to be smug
We can fuss and fight all day
While they send our jobs away
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: Blue State, country music, Country Music Lyrics, Humor, liars, lyrics, Red State
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November 1, 2014
I like ’em rich and slightly gray
I thought she was the perfect prey
Just when I thought I had it made
I got punked and she got played
I didn’t know when to be afraid
I maxed her cards and sold her jade
But I couldn’t finish my charade
I got punked and she got played
She treated help like galley slaves
My work was like a small crusade
But when she caught me with the maid
I got punked and she got played
My best laid plans didn’t go so well
Now she’s in jail and I’m in hell
She sure knew how to work that blade
I got punked and she got played
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: country music, Country Music Lyrics, gigolos, Humor, liars, lyrics
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October 28, 2014
They call me Sanctimonio
Can’t help myself because I know
Exactly who the sinners are
I got my feathers and my tar
And I won’t let ’em get too far
Disgust satisfies
Disgust eases pain
It scratches an itch
At the bottom of the brain
The civil war inside my head
Leads directly to your bed
You go out with so many chicks
It’s not ok to take your pick
You must be doing something sick
Disgust satisfies
Disgust eases pain
It scratches an itch
At the bottom of the brain
They call me Sanctimonio
Squalor leaves me all aglow
I live to curse the human race
The world is such a dirty place
I feed on grime and drink disgrace
Disgust satisfies
Disgust eases pain
It scratches an itch
At the bottom of the brain
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: Poetry, sanctimony
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October 25, 2014
Perhaps you laugh at me! Perhaps the whole United States are laughing at me too! I can’t stop for that! My business is to love.
—Emily Dickinson
Can’t weight it on a scale
Can’t plot it on a graph
The tremors won’t be measured
On a seismograph
You can do a million surveys
You can fill in all the bubbles
But you’ll never find a theory
To eliminate your troubles
Sooner if not later
Every statistician found
You can process all the data
But the variables confound
It can’t be quantified
It won’t fit on your chart
Your methods cannot measure
The circumference of the heart
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: Emily Dickinson, love, Poetry
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October 19, 2014
Certain beliefs place their adherents beyond the reach of every peaceful means of persuasion, while inspiring them to commit acts of extraordinary violence against others. There is, in fact, no talking to some people. If they cannot be captured, and they often cannot, otherwise tolerant people may be justified in killing them in self-defense.
—Sam Harris
I’m tired of your words
There’s nothing left to say
You got some lousy ideas
So I’m blowing you away
You need to be killed
For what’s growing in your head
Your thoughts are crimes
And you’re better off dead
Mamby pamby liberals
Gotta recognize
It’s ok to kill
Cuz we’re so civilized
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: Sam Harris
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October 18, 2014
No matter where you go
Road leads on to road
And you’ll never know
Where unchosen roads would go
Gotta pay some dues
Whatever course you choose
There’s hurt on every highway
There’s dirt on every trail
Nobody gets a map
No exit from this trap
There’s no final explanation
The journey is the destination
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: fate, Poetry, roads
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September 17, 2014
There may be trouble ahead
But while there’s moonlight
And music and love and romance
Let’s face the music and dance
—Irving Berlin
Pain is never far away
Enjoy it when it’s not around
And when a new wave
Comes your way
Do not linger
In its wake
Dive right in
Or ride it out
Flesh and Pain are
Child and Mother
You don’t get one
Without the other
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: flesh, Irving Berlin, Let's Face the Music and Dance, pain, Poetry
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