I’m glad for the glade
I’m glad for the dew
I’m glad for the sunshine
I’m glad I met you
The world is lovely
The world is sad
That was the best night
I ever had
I’m glad for the mountains
I’m glad for the sky
But I won’t be happy
Until I’m you guy
by Richard W. Bray
‘Cause everybody’s gotta have somebody to look down on
Prove they can be better than at any time they please
Someone doin’ somethin’ dirty, decent folks can frown on
You can’t find nobody else, then help yourself to me
—Kris Kristofferson, Jesus Was a Capricorn
Been living here for fourteen years
I’m stuck inside a rut
I’m surrounded by losers
And piles and piles of smut
My wife took all my money
And left me in this hut
I can’t believe I fell
For that evil stupid slut
My rent just got doubled
And my salary was cut
Everywhere I turn
Another door is shut
You need a place to put your angry
When it wells inside your gut
You need a place to put your angry
When life kicks you in the nuts
Follow me. I’ll help you find
A way out of this pinch
We’ll find someone to blame
Or we’ll find someone to lynch
by Richard W. Bray
The way you treat your woman
Makes me wanna cry
You disgrace our gender
You’re a fraction of a guy
A million times you told her
She can’t do nothing right
You’re a tyrant and a terror
You’re so angry and uptight
Nothing she could try and do
Will ever be ok
Why you wanna be with
Someone you treat that way?
The way you treat your feller
Makes my gonads ache
Like he should live to serve you
For goodness gracious sake
Everything you say is
A complaint or a command
I could live a thousand years
And never understand
Why it makes you happy
To treat anyone that way
I’m just glad I won’t be ‘round
To watch your love decay
by Richard W. Bray
You mesmerized me
Strumming your lute
Cuz you’re really, really, really, really cute
I got an ache so
Stunning and acute
Cuz you’re really, really, really, really cute
I’d give everything I got
To taste your fruit
Cuz you’re really, really, really, really cute
I spend every minute
Planning my pursuit
Cuz you’re really, really, really, really cute
Down in Beaumont, up in Boston
Out in Butte
There ain’t another woman
Half as cute
I’m dying here
But you don’t give a hoot
You already know you’re really, really cute
by Richard W. Bray
She slides across
My lonely view
And there ain’t nothing
I can do
I pine and fret
My silent plea
For a love
That cannot be
I’m sixty-three
percent insane
Cuz she keeps poppin
In my brain
My mind’s a mess
Of hurt and sad
Love’s an ache
I got so bad
A friendly word
A wayward smile
Lights my soul up
For a while
Till I remember
Who I am
A peon and
A hired hand
I’m sixty-three
percent insane
Cuz she keeps poppin
In my brain
My mind’s a mess
Of hurt and sad
Love’s an ache
I got so bad
by Richard W. Bray
Never wanna be away from you
You won’t be lonely any more
Never wanna be away from you
You’re the one I waited for
Never wanna be away from you
Without you I have no life
Never wanna be away from you
I quit my job and left my wife
Never wanna be away from you
I’m sick and dizzy when you’re gone
Never wanna be away from you
Pitched my tent on your front lawn
Never wanna be away from you
POE-lease say I gotta go
Never wanna be away from you
The truest love I’ll ever know
by Richard W. Bray
they say that
matter’s all
connected
you and me
have been
selected
every system
is affected
we share ourselves
in all we do
i wanna get
real close to you
i wanna
feel like new
and mix
some molecules
with you
by Richard W. Bray
I partied with the devil
It didn’t go well
Rode the escalator
To the pit of hell
Million kinds of poison
Alter the brain
Buckets of cocktails
Intensify the pain
Been out of my head
In a seaside bungalow
Been down and out in places
The grass don’t grow
Been torn asunder
Nasty and slow
Deliver me, Lord
From my soggy-headed woe
by Richard W. Bray
tell me where it hurts
you don’t have to tell me why
maybe you don’t know
don’t be afraid to cry
tell me where it hurts
you don’t need me to reply
i’m just gonna listen
just gonna be nearby
tell me where it hurts
bleed it till it’s dry
i’m not gonna judge you
remember i’m your guy
tell me where it hurts
where it went awry
together we can heal
together we’ll get by
by Richard W. Bray
The motivation
For your allegations
Misrepresentations
Is a stupid inclination
For classification
Your speculation
Is an irritation
Put away your provocation
Find a new fixation
Gonna do what do
Gonna live my life
Ain’t got no time
I ain’t inclined
To justify…
I ain’t no public relations
Got no obligation
To give documentation
Of my situation
No contamination
Don’t need validation
Or your confirmation
Got my contemplation
And my liberation
by Richard W. Bray
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