The girl I didn’t marry
The girl who loved me true
Was a precious little angel
Just like you
I had a good life
But I hadn’t figured out
Who I had to be
Or what I was about
She never ever knew
She couldn’t see
She fell in love
With the man I tried to be
That’s why I ran away
I couldn’t get locked in
Now I’ll never know
What we might have been
Now you wanna love me
That’s not a good plan
I still ain’t figured out
Who the hell I am
by Richard W. Bray
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
I cannot be
Your fantasy
I won’t make
Your life complete
I cannot fix the world
I’m not your
Pixie Dream Girl
I’m not a maid
I’m not a saint
I’m not a shrine
Where you can pray
I’m not your mommy
Put on earth
To make the ouchie
Go away
We can walk
For a while
We can talk and
We can nuzzle
Don’t forget that
I’m a person
Not a piece
Of you puzzle
I’m not a maid
I’m not a saint
I’m not a shrine
Where you can pray
I’m not your mommy
Put on earth
To make the ouchie
Go away
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
Studied half my life
To be a healer
And I ended up as bad
As the neighborhood dealer
I thought I’d be dashing
I thought I’d be rich
Didn’t expect to be
Big Pharma’s little bitch
I got pills for the kids
I got pills for their mamas
If I push enough product
It’s a week in the Bahamas
I don’t care about your body
I don’t care about your bones
Just need to make money
To pay off my loans
I don’t care what you eat
I don’t care if you work out
Pushing my prescriptions
Is what I’m about
I don’t care how you feel
So don’t waste my time
Your words don’t contribute
To my bottom line
by Richard W. Bray
sooner or later it all gets real
—Neil Young, Walk On
I can find you a bed
I can fix you a meal
You can cry on my shoulder
When the shit gets real
I can offer my friendship
I can lead you to the well
We can talk and we can laugh
And we can sit for a spell
Gotta haggle with the world
And hold on to your soul
Sometimes you gotta fight
And sometimes you better roll
I can point you to the people
Who are fighting for peace
But the torments of this world
Ain’t never gonna cease
I’ll treat you like a guest
But I cannot live your quest
You’re ready for the world
And you’re fully grown
Just try and do your best
I think you’re ready for the test
Some things you gotta
Face on your own
by Richard W. Bray
Somebody finished
All the drink
Somebody puked
In the sink
And who trashed your apartment
And filled it up with stink?
Hell is the hunger
That’s taking you down
Hell is the hope
That cannot be found
Hell is waking up
On the dirty side of town
Cashed in your soul
For the lowest bid
Somebody ditched your wife
And abandoned your kids
Always had a reason
For everything you did
Hell is the hunger
That’s taking you down
Hell is the hope
That cannot be found
Hell is waking up
On the dirty side of town
Opportunity melts into
A big pile of sad
Don’t blame your mother
And don’t blame your dad
Somebody threw away
Every chance you ever had
Hell is the hunger
That’s taking you down
Hell is the hope
That cannot be found
Hell is waking up
On the dirty side of town
by Richard W. Bray
I’ll tell you what’s wrong with your girlfriend
I do it because I’m your friend
I’ll tell you what’s wrong with your girlfriend
I won’t stop till you comprehend
She’s snooty and snotty
And hurtful and mean
She’s hateful and haughty
And gross and obscene
She’s pompous pretentious
And full of manure
A definite menace
She smells like a sewer
I’ll tell you what’s wrong with your girlfriend
To help you is all I intend
I’ll tell you what’s wrong with your girlfriend
You’ll see that I’m right in the end
Her charm is a lie
She’s not all she seems
I look in her eyes
And I see all my dreams
She’s sexy and graceful
And lovely and free
Why’d she pick you when
She could’ve had me?
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
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