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 youEvery 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 awayby 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
Your song is the sunshine
Your song is the rain
Jacarandas swaying
Humming your refrain
Both ends of the rainbow
And everything between
Celebrate your memory
You’ll always be my Queen
Your song is in the heavens
Cooing like a dove
Everyone who knew you
Is better for your love
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
Please don't be crazy
You got such a pretty smile
Don’t tell me you keep critters
To feed your crocodile
Please don’t be crazy
I’m trying to relate
Please don’t slice me open
And cut me up for bait
Please don’t be crazy
You’re so fun to have around
Don’t fret and fuss and fight
And make my life a battleground
Please don’t be crazy
When shoes begin to drop
Don’t get up in my business
Like a homicide cop
Please don’t be crazy
You got such a pretty smile
Let’s take it slow and easy
And just talk for a while
Let’s take it slow and easy
And just talk for a while
Please don’t be crazy
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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