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Diamonds on the Shores of Brazil By Brian Wright It breathes heat; a subterranean ambiance Quilting the tectonic furniture that becomes my living room. Simultaneously building and eroding like a plate from the ancient days before there were seven continents. Before the Great Divide. Sitting still, I can feel the force of the converging rocky masses yielding a mountain - bursting through my chest and a fissure - stealing my comfort And still I know it's always been this way. This is how Pangaea and Gondwanaland Collided and divided. One man's disaster is another man's triumph; putting diamonds on the shores of Brazil. bw 9 Oct 98 All rights reserved |
| BRIAN WRIGHT... ...is an energetic artist, muralist, lyricist, singer, musician, music buff to the extreme, journalist, webmeister, and who knows what all else. He is not afraid to try new things and he seems to do it all well. On top of all that talent, he has a far out, edgy sense of humor, a restlessly analytical mind, and a prolific imagination ... all evident in his mind-bending writings. He is a brother who hails from the State of Texas and seems to be an all-around nice guy. Here are some of the lyrics he has composed which he has graciously permitted me to post on my website. Thanks, Brian! |
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If Bullets Were Kisses (Pow Pow Pow) by Brian Wright Don't shake me up, I'm not a martini Don't put me down, I'm not pop fiction Don't throw me around like snow in December Don't break me up, I'm not a party Don't hold me down, I'm not an affliction Don't throw me around like you don't remember If bullets were kisses, load up the chamber If bullets were kisses then pow, pow, pow bw 2000 All rights reserved |
The One I Was With While You Were Gone by Brian Wright in the evening shadows of an unknown place, i spent hours there when you phoned my place. a perfectly romantic walk in amongst the grain. white cloths catch the wind and catch my eye again. if you wonder, if you care who fills the time that you left empty, if you wonder who's in my eyes that you don't see, well, listen to me. unearth a daisy for her, to tell her something. i'd blow a kiss in the air. she'd smile but say nothing. in the strange shadows of that uncommon place i say tonight's goodbyes and arrange to meet her once again. if you wonder, if you care who fills the time that you left empty. if you wonder who's in my eyes - the one that you don't see, well, listen to me. well, i think it was... well, i know it was you. bw All rights reserved |
Millie's Diner By Brian Wright Hunched over the counter with the dawn still before me. Nothing looks good on the menu 'cept the coffee stain on the back side. Why do they always call me "sugar"? or "darlin'"? or "dream"? Millie's is full of a different kind of crack than you find in the city. See, Bernie lost his belt again and his shirt is way too small. It's a nice place to stop on your way to the nursing home. Half us lost our brains to the liquor and pesticides. Non-stop nonsense don't turn no heads 'round here. Rosa says Hollywood is begging her to be a big star. Clive caught the biggest shark the Mississippi ever seen. Them 16-wheelers are nothin' to my friend, George. He flew a 35er right over the Jefferson Gorge! (That musta been one heck of a chicken truck!) bw All rights reserved |
| Over a Kiss by Brian Wright how can you say, "oh, it was nothing"? how can you say, "it was really nothing," when nations rise and fall over the price of a kiss? (and yours, my dear, are worth more than theirs.) bw All rights reserved |
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