Posts Tagged ‘country music’

I always knew you loved me

October 3, 2019

I always knew you loved me
No matter what I did
I always knew you loved me
You never kept it hid

I always knew you loved me
No matter what I said
I always knew you loved me
In your heart and in your bed

I always knew you loved me
And you know I love you too
You’ll always be inside me
And everything I do

By Richard W. Bray

I’m too old to be such a dumbass

September 29, 2019

I’m too old to be such a dumbass
Someday, I’ll pay
For each one of my sins
Catting and carousing
Till daylight
St. Peter’s gonna
Curse my silly grin

I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I’m sorry for
The selfish things I done
I left a trail of heartache
And hurting
I gotta say
I had a lotta fun

I’m too old to be such a
dumbass
I’m about to bust
My weary frame
It’s too late for any excuses
I spent a lifetime
Shifting all the blame

I’m too old to be such a dumbass

I feel bad
For all them things I said
I’ve always been
A real late bloomer
I’m gonna change
Right after I am dead

By Richard W. Bray

how many children did you kill today?

September 21, 2019

Washing out the spot
That never goes away
How many children
Did you kill today?

Staring at the basin
In all your distress
What happens in your head
Is anybody’s guess

Now you’re making speeches
Reciting practiced lies
I wonder what’s behind
The empty in your eyes

Where does it come from?
The hunger that devours
Destroying whole countries
For a little taste of Power

by Richard W. Bray

but you’re not me

September 16, 2019


if i were you were you were you
Wanda Coleman

If I was you
I’d grow out my hair
And tuck my shirt
In my underwear

If I was you
I’d get me a tan
I’d drive a red truck
And drink like a man

If I was you
I’d get a good job
Stop dressing like a fool
And looking like a slob

Stop acting stupid
Making up your rhyme
Get outta bed early
Chew thirty-seven times

you say a lot more
than you ever really do
who ever said
that i wanna be you?

by Richard W. Bray

fake, fake smile

September 11, 2019

You’re a mean little phony
From your head to your shoes
The fake, fake smile
Of a fake like you

Your tongue is infected
Like the words you spew
The fake, fake charm
Of a fake like you

There’s a blade in the back
For everyone you knew
The fake, fake friendly
Of a fake like you

You said we were perfect
You’d always be true
The fake, fake love
Of a fake like you

Everybody learns
And now I know it too
The fake, fake heart
Of a fake like you

By Richard W. Bray

everything that’s worth a damn is gonna hurt like hell

September 7, 2019

some say the most important thing is to calmly talk about your depression. wrong. the most important thing is to throw sand in its eyes, beat it with a sock full of quarters, then toss your depression in an Arby’s dumpster
Beth, my spiritual adivsor

There ain’t no happy place
Where good times always last
You need to grab your misery
And kick its little ass

There ain’t no place to hide
There ain’t no happy pills
Don’t make up stupid stories
To wish away your ills

There ain’t no easy road
There ain’t no magic spell
Everything that’s worth a damn
Is gonna hurt like hell

Beat the blues down
When it bears its ugly head
It’s coming back tomorrow
Every day until you’re dead

By Richard W. Bray

I can fix him

August 30, 2019


And once they have you, safe and sound,
They want to change you all around.

Dorothy Parker

I can change him
I can fix him
Make him do
Just what I say
I can bend him
I can mold him
Like a big ole
Ball of clay

I’ll carve him up
Like a banana
He’ll be my
Special toy
If you want
To own a man
Treat him like
A little boy

Men are helpless
Men are silly
Men are stupid
Men are weak
I can guide him
I can dress him
I can change
The way he speaks

He don’t know
No better
He’s a senseless
Waste of life
I’ll own the pockets
In his pants
I’ll own his nuts
I’ll be his wife

I’ll put his ass to work
I’ll never let him slip
I’m doing him a favor
Just watch me crack my whip

by Richard W. Bray

It Cuts Both Ways

August 24, 2019

 

Sanctimony and masochism are two sides of the same coin.
Richard W. Bray

Lazy drunken losers
Stupid punks & fools
I call em as I see em
But I don’t make the rules

Homeless doped-out drifters
Squatting in the street
Helpless hopeless vagrants
No shoes on their feet

Nasty nutty morons
A perpetual disgrace
They sour my disposition
And crinkle up my face

Filthy smutty floozies
They’re out of control
Hardening my heart
They muddy up my soul

Judgement and resentment
Impair your mental health
Swing your blade around 
Till you mutilate yourself

By Richard W. Bray

a trillion times more

August 19, 2019

O fairest of all creation, last and best
Of all God’s works, creature in whom excelled
Whatever can to sight or thought be formed

John Milton, Paradise Lost

the sunshine in your laughter
the poetry in your style
the wiggle in your swagger
the music in your smile

your wicked sense of humor
your feet, your face, your hair
the fire in your anger
the fancy in your flare

the tender in your strength
the lovely in your heart
you’re a trillion times more
than the sum of your parts

every thing about you
every little part
knocks me on my bootie
you’re my favorite work of art

by Richard W. Bray

kicked in the heart

August 10, 2019


We’re good together
It’s ready to start
Will I jump over the moon
Or get kicked in the heart?

I hear a song playing
For me and for you
Is it Over the Rainbow?
Or Little Boy Blue?

I’m a little bit timid
If you’ll pardon my scars
Does this stairway go down
Or straight to the stars

I’ve been here before
And it didn’t end well
Will you be my salvation
Or my ticket to hell?

By Richard W. Bray