Constant crisis
That’s what
Life is
My soul is overbooked
My brain is overworked
My synapses are frazzled
I’m about to go berserk
Numb to everything
But trauma
Cultivating melodrama
Every time I turn around
Something hits the fan
The universe collapsing
It’s more than I can stand
Buried in catastrophe
I spend my life
Avoiding me
by Richard W. Bray
You’re saying you’re a dumbass
When you’re ragging on your mate
You’re the one who picked her
It’s not a cosmic twist of fate
You’re saying you’re a jackass
When you complain, complain, complain
You act like such a victim
Like your marriage was arranged
You’re saying you’re a loser
When you say she treats you wrong
Do you wanna live your life
In a sorry country song?
You’re saying that you’re helpless
Cuz she don’t love you any more
Like I should draw you a map
To help you find the door
By Richard W. Bray
Seven little words built the blade
Twisting like a steak knife
In my heart
I really like you for a friend
(I always knew this thing would end)
Seven little words that never fade
Echo like a foghorn
In my head
I really like you for a friend
(Now I have parties to attend)
Seven little words my hell made
Tearing like a buzzsaw
At my soul
I really like you for a friend
(It was amusing to pretend)
by Richard W. Bray
Known you for five minutes
And you’re all about my bizness
You’re the type of guy
Who can never a hint
You say I looked your way
But ya know I really didn’t
All up in my Kool-aid
You won’t even let me breathe
I never showed an interest
Now you’re calling me a tease
You give a lot of orders
But you don’t respect my borders
Asking bout my family
Asking bout my kid
Every place I ever been
And everything I did
A girl has got a right
To be left alone
You’re six feet tall
So act like you’re grown
By Richard W. Bray
Everyone wants to be Cary Grant. Even I want to be Cary Grant.
—Cary Grant
You won’t find you truth
In me
You can’t live
My biography
You might admire
Celebrity
Too bad it’s
All illusory
Life is short
The world is cold
Try to love
Someone you know
I could never
Warm your soul
Or make you happy
When you’re old
I don’t say this
To be mean
I’m just a flicker
On a screen
Don’t live
Imaginary scenes
Go outside
The grass is green
by Richard W. Bray
Trying to raise your kids
Living life and working hard
And you ain’t even safe
In your grandma’s backyard
The crooks in DC
Ain’t doing no time
But selling loosies on the street
Is a capital crime
They promise people hope
They promise people change
Politicians only care
About the stock exchange
The crooks in DC
Ain’t doing no time
But selling loosies on the street
Is a capital crime
Time to hit the streets
Time to make some noise
Cuz the people in charge
Don’t give us no other chioce
The crooks in DC
Ain’t doing no time
But selling loosies on the street
Is a capital crime
by Richard W. Bray
My biggest hurt
Was hurting you
I’m dumber than
A worn out shoe
Ain’t nothing
I could ever do
To make up for your pain
I sit and cry
And fret and moan
Deserve to spend
My life alone
I miss your smile
And your cologne
I need another brain
Your memory
Is all I get
The sweetest girl
I ever met
And happiness
I can’t forget
I live my life in vain
by Richard W. Bray
We’re the Neoliberals
Making sure the hawks will soar
We celebrate our soldiers
By starting lots of wars
We’re the Neoliberals
We’re shutting down the stores
Haven’t cared about the working man
Since 1984
We’re the Neoliberals
We love the One Percent
If you don’t like Austerity
Get out of our tent
We’re the Neoliberals
We’re modern day pagans
We idolize the dollar
And we worship Ronald Reagan
by Richard W. Bray
I lived a big lie
I was afraid of myself
Spent my time thinking
About everybody else
When you live a big lie
The little ones will follow
Till your brain short-circuits
And your insides are hollow
I couldn’t take your love
Too much beauty and truth
I blamed it all on you
And I squandered my youth
When you live a big lie
The little ones will follow
Till your brain short-circuits
And your insides are hollow
I’m rebuilding myself
Feeling better every day
Maybe we can get
A cup of coffee someday
When you live a big lie
The little ones will follow
Till your brain short-circuits
And your insides are hollow
by Richard W. Bray
A million bloody teardrops
Drying out my soul
A thousand days without you
Ain’t no bottom of the hole
The only thing I have
Is nothing
The only thing I did
Was injure you
The only thing I feel
Is empty
Cuz you’re the only one
Who loved me true
I only know tomorrow
Will be sadder than today
I know I had it all
And I let it slip away
The only thing I have
Is freedom
The only thing I want
Is me and you
The only thing I do
Is break things
The only thing I know
Is I love you
by Richard W. Bray
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