Tag Archives: hurt

Her Smile

24 Jan

she’s broken down, she needs a meal
she’s worried that she’s worn away her sex appeal
so many men, so many helping hands
for what she wants she never needs to make demands
there’s nothing that her smile can’t seem to find

she needs some love, some tender care
but where she looks there’s hardly any ever there
but substitutes for filling time
with sad tequila sun downs, salty tears and lime
there’s nothing that her smile can’t seem to find

for daughter’s shame, for father’s guilt
for all the years of lies in the house of glass they built
for rivalry she’ll share her bed
for all of her neurosis when it rears its ugly head
there’s nothing that her smile can’t seem to find

© 2010 brent david fraser, all rights reserved

Farther Away

21 Jan

ladies come and go, sad sometimes, and even so
I know they’ve always got a reason
as I watch ’em walk, stepping to a ticking clock
I see a lonely sense of romance about self treason

with fear for every corner turning
’round the bend and run away
getting closer and closer, I keep pushing love
farther away,

I’ve been trying to move along, eventually they’ll all be gone
I may be lonely when the evening ends
my trust has been abused, I’ve had my love misused
tell me, god, who are these demons that I call my friends

its a nearly moonless night, I’ve only got my heart to fight
i’ve only got my conscience to listen to
I’m past the point of no return, another lesson in love to learn
the one that’s all about betraying you

my hearts my safest home, so far as i’ve always known
a perfect picture’s all I’m hoping for
if I try to trust again, will I be happy then
the effort I can make is always poor

© 2010 brent david fraser, all rights reserved

The Heart Is A Hole

4 Jan

she asked me where I came from, I told her the pacific
she looked at me, sarcastically she said, could you be less specific
not tonight my dear, not tonight let’s not say anything at all
she asked me for a napkin, the silence then was broken
as the makeup ran across her face I was sorry at how I’d spoken
it’s alright my dear, it’s alright I’ll tell you everything I know

I said I got a tiny hole in the world, there aren’t that many tears
and I’m not the only one who lives there you can bet. there’s some sort of a religion,
I choose to call it faith, it’s the evidence of everything I don’t have yet
my heart is a hole in the world, my heart is a hole in the world…

she asked if it was plentiful, I said yeah, but it ain’t too much
I showed her several pictures, and I told her look but please don’t touch,
they’ll fall apart my dear, they’ll fall apart they’re very old and twice as worn
she asked me for directions, looked like she could cry again
she thought she’d seen as lovely a place, she didn’t know where or when
it’s in your heart my dear, it’s in your heart, has been all your life since you were born

she said I’ve got a tiny hole in the world but all I’ve got is tears
I only feel at home when my eyes are wet. I don’t have any religion
I’ve barely got my faith, it’s everything I hope for and then regret,
her heart is a hole in the world, her heart is a hole in the world…

she asked if she would see me there I said yes if she was looking
she said how will I recognize you, I said I wear a bag I carry a book in
I never read she said I never read is there something you could recommend
she asked if she could live there, I said that’s not up to me she asked why I’m so cold
when she shows her insecurity, I try not to need my dear, I try not to need,
is that something you can comprehend

you see the heart is a hole in the world filled with laughter filled with tears
and it’s deeper than any other hole can get, there are hundreds of religions
they all depend on faith, if there’s one that doesn’t I haven’t found it yet,
the heart is a hole in the world, the heart is a hole in the world…

© 2010 brent david fraser, all rights reserved

A Teardrop

31 Dec

midnight’s making her way to the Lonely Hotel
she hopes there‘s someone there for her to greet
she say’s she’s only looking for the man from Heytown city
the one who sang her melodies so sweet

and she cries at night for every time he packed and moved along
she says that she is his and only his
she looks upon the moon, like a great big gray balloon
a teardrop, that’s all her memory is

daylight is her middle name, like every bright new dawn
and on her knees she prays to see it through
with every ounce of courage and any will she has left
she holds on to the love she knows is true

and she cries at night for every time he sang her sweet love songs
she says forever is not long enough at all, she looks upon the stars
while the angels play guitars
a teardrop just took her for a fall

long fight is the only name she has for this one love
if only she could rest to see the sun
she says she’s only looking for the man from Heytown city
forever she’ll be for him, or be for none

and she cries at night for every time he brushed away her tears
she says she only longs for his embrace
she looks upon the land and waits for his strong hand
a teardrop rolls softly down her face

and she cries at night for every time he brushed away her tears
she says she only longs for his soft touch
she looks upon the land and waits for his strong hand
a teardrop, that’s all, it isn’t much

© 2010 Brent David Fraser, all rights reserved

Law, by #BDF

5 Dec

johnny pretends he’s a thug and he don’t sweat the rain,
a cold brando grin sips a bottle of gin and he knows he’s just feedin’ his pain
he’s a night singing soldier, absent without leave again
his cigarette hangs with the purposeful poise of a pool que that knocks ’em all in
and sometimes a love is a cold one way street
littered with losses and red light defeat
but it leads you on home to a haven where lovers withdraw
and sometimes we follow a love like we follow a law
hope cries, 11th and Pine, come a 4 am drone
by the wet freeway roar, on a steamy top floor, she breathes out a heartaching moan
her jasmine perfume is a cloud, ’round her glitterpink frown
her fists pull her hair, shoot up into the air, like a cowgirl in a sunset showdown
and sometimes a love is an infinite road
and each warning sign’s an unbreakable code
and bound to the byway, we push the last limit we saw
and sometimes we follow a love like we follow a law
hope’s in a hands and knees crawl to the knocking door toll
it swings open wide, johnny saunters inside, with the thrill of a dice players roll
a forgiving amnesia that flees you away from all pain
into his arms and his “made for her” charms, love, abiding in each once again
and sometimes a love is a cold one way street
littered with losses and red light defeat
but it leads you on home to a haven where lovers withdraw
and sometimes a love is an infinite road
and each warning sign’s an unbreakable code
and bound to the byway, we push the last limit we saw
and sometimes we follow a love like we follow a law

© 2010 brent david fraser, all rights reserved

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