friend of a friend

We met at a party
At somebody's house
You laughed at my jokes
I complimented your blouse

Been checking your profile
Every now and then
I'm not some crazy stalker
I'm a friend of a friend

Drinking with your girlfriends
Your high school reunion
That night in Miami
Your nephew's Communion

We should really hang out
Won't you please tell me when?
We got so much in common
I'm a friend of a friend

Fate brought us together
I can feel it in my bones
Won't you give me your number?
I don't wanna be alone

How could you block me?
This can't be the end
We met for a reason
I'm a friend of a friend

by Richard W. Bray 


 

impossible to shake

I told you I was poor
But you don't want my money
I told you I'm a maniac
You said I'm really funny

I told I was old
You said you think I'm wise
I told I was ugly
You said you like my eyes

I told you I was boring
You said boring's underrated
I told you I was crazy
You said I'm complicated

My jalopy broke down
You said we could bike it
I told you I'm a pervert
You said that's how you like it

I told you I was dumber
Than a box full of wood
You said that deep inside 
You know I'm really good

I try to scare you off
Cuz I'm fragile and I break
I could never handle
Another heartache
Nothing seems to work 
You're impossible to shake

by Richard W. Bray

such an ordinary guy

Like a princess and a peon
Like a duchess and a pawn
They all look at me and you
They don't know what's going on

Like an ocean and puddle
Like a mountain and a hill
Everybody sees the difference
And their angry hearts get ill

Nobody understands
No one else could ever see
What you ever found attractive
In lowly lonesome little me

If you wanna spend your time
With such an ordinary guy
Fortune smiled in my direction
Don't make no sense to wonder why

by Richard W. Bray 

feet on the ground

Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
–Robert Frost

Got my feet on the ground
Looking at the stars
Crazy billionaires 
Wanna fly away to Mars

Got my feet on the ground
Staring life in the face
Got oodles of compassion
For the human race

Got my feet on the ground
The body is the mind
No more wasted days
With my head in my behind

Got my feet on the ground
Got my head in the game
A flower is a flower
By any other name

Got my feet on the ground
Got my eye on you
Wubba dubba dubba
Woopty doopty do

by Richard W. Bray

You Ruined My Life—Send Money

You're a horrible person
And a deadbeat pop
You wouldn't bail me out
When I ran over that cop

You bought me diamonds and furs
And Lamborghinis
But you won't bribe the judge
You're such a grumpy old meanie

I'm headed for the slammer
It's not very funny
You ruined my life
Send money

On my seventh birthday
I got five hundred dolls
I called you a monster
Cuz I wanted them all

I stomp and I scream
When I don't get my way
Everything's your fault
I'm gonna make you pay

Don't apologize
And don't call me Honey
You ruined my life
Send money

My credit cards are maxed
I can't pay my bills
Who's gonna cover
My parties and pills?

You're a horrible ogre
And a stupid jerk
You said it's time to grow up
Like you expect me to work

You should support my dreams
Come rainy skies or sunny
You ruined my life
Send money

by Richard W. Bray

love song to the world

I'm just a singer with some words
I rearrange the ones I heard

Town to town with my guitar
Nightclubs, honky tonks and bars

Love and longing, greed and pride
Dreams and jealousy collide

Sing it happy, sing it blue
Tell a tale and make it true

Let's sing a love song to the world
Full of happy boys and girls

Can't stop the misery with a song
But it sure beats dropping bombs

by Richard W. Bray

my shameless rhapsody

You learned to hit a curveball
From another kid's dad
My tale is endless woe
A monument of sad

You can cuss me, you can curse me
You can put me in my place
You can slam the front door
In my stupid f---ing face

Every volume on the shelf is a song about myself
My whole universe is me and my shameless rhapsody

I thought freedom was heroic
It was just a cloak of lies
Only fools are gonna mourn
When the hallucination dies

I got no right to be proud
Of the man that you became
My only solace in life
Is that you bear my name

Every volume on the shelf is a song about myself
My whole universe is me and my shameless rhapsody

by Richard W. Bray

Tether Me to Heaven

A lifetime of enchantment
Is all I ask of you
Dreaming of impossible
Because it's what you do

Tether me to heaven like the stars across the sky
Feather me with comfort and your lover's lullaby

Free me from a thousand woes
My flesh cannot endure
Shelter me with sunshine
That flows from you so pure

Tether me to heaven like the stars across the sky
Feather me with comfort and your lover's lullaby

You can be my proof rock
Solid as a stone
Even when we're miles apart
I'll never be alone

Tether me to heaven like the stars across the sky
Feather me with comfort and your lover's lullaby

by Richard W. Bray

Tell Yourself a Story

I spent a whole lot of years
In an imaginary race
Learning to ignore
What was in front of my face

Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
Tell yourself a story
Every time you don't win

I lived a sprawling dream
I signed above the line
Took a spin around the world
With my head in my behind

Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
Like I never even saw
All the places I've been

Like a good little soldier
I had a happy little life
While every nephew and his uncle
Took a turn with my wife

Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
I wonder if my son
Is my next of kin

Built myself a mansion
Then I tore it all down
When your whole life tumbles
It barely makes a sound

Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
Tell yourself a story
Every time you don't win

Forty-seven lies
And a bottle of gin
Tell yourself a story
Every time you don't win

by Richard W. Bray

hatey hatey heart

Sometimes life is gonna hurt
Attacking others makes it worse
It's gonna take a lot of work
But you don't have to be a jerk

Please, get some help with your disease
It really isn't very smart
To have a hatey hatey heart

A lot of bad things going on
That’s why we have to carry on
You don’t have to be so dour
Go outside and smell a flower

Please, get some help with your disease
It really isn't very smart
To have a hatey hatey heart

Don't wanna let your insides rust
Like your soul is full of pus
The thing you really need to know
Is how to let your anger go

Please, get some help with your disease
It really isn't very smart
To have a hatey hatey heart

Please, get some help with your disease
It really isn't very smart
To have a hatey hatey heart

by Richard W. Bray