3.8.2024
"Belly of the Beast" by RIAD
The sad truth of it is:
That a wasted, wearied sheep
Would walk into hungry jaws
If nowhere was a place
warm and dark enough,
To fall asleep.
1.20.2025
"Rainy Day Blues" by RIAD
I feel a storm comin' on today
I saw them winds strong today
How come it ain't never fair
I'm already smellin' air
...That's those rainy day blues...
I told myself if I'd get it all done
Every list on my to-do
If I'd just see me through the fog
That sun'd finally come along...
But my inspiration for livin'
Gone out to do some fishin'
While I'm layin' with my rainy day blues.
These skies must be
Carrying salt from the sea
Because Weatherman's bout as useless
As a hole-filled bucket under a leak
He's gone be here in a week askin' me why
That I'm somber 'bout his cloudless sky
I'll keep tellin' him about my rainy day blues.
There's thunder rumblin'...
The gray yawns on the hill
Mud keeps risin' itself higher
Still, I can only be still
The rain starts pourin'...
It soaks me cold to the bone
Bed full of chains
Heart full of stone
My sky keeps on with its overcasts,
Nobody really knows how long it lasts
With those rainy day blues.
Walkin' myself in the flood today
(Guess I'll pop umbrellas)
I'mma see it all go wrong today
(Got a raincoat from my fellas)
Though imma shake and cry
I be staying dry
With my rainy day blues.
1.25.2025
"A Cowboy They Call Consequences" by RIAD
Go on, fill your heart up with hate
Imma fill it up with lead
If you choose to act a fool
Imma choose to shoot you dead.
Some folks like to tell me:
"This world can't go eye for an eye!"
So you know I always gotta say:
"That's why I'm makin' like John 2-1-5...,"
Life is a temple--
And I'm drivin' that hatin' outside!
I won't lie, no, I won't lie
Y'all packin' somethin' wack
Out here bringin' your strawmen
Wantin' me to cut some slack
Sellin' me jars
Fulla some croccodile tears,
Everything short of the horseshit
That's been stuffin' your ears
I won't buy, no, I won't buy
'Cause Oh! You actin' a clown
You brought a debate to a gunfight
And I'm countin' down, down, down...
I'M THE COWBOY THEY CALL CONSEQUENCES
I NEVER QUIT MOVIN THESE FEET
THOUGH THE TUSSLES FOREVER BE THANKLESS
I'M THE ONE MAKIN ROOM FOR GREATNESS
AND FOR THAT I CAN NEVER BE BEAT!
Karma as my saddle
Universe, she at my side
Bigots go runnin' but what goes up
Gone come down knockin' on your hide
Give me a nose strong like a fox
And I'll go flush out the swine.
Better fix up your act soon, find some sense:
Or you'll find yourself goin' past tense.
Patience, I lost my patience
Stomped on my rosyglass sight
This world needs more lovin'
Less crabbuckit shovin'
But first we gotta get a chair free for the light
Temper, I blew my temper
Swallowed every coal and fire and lost my cool
'Cause I saw the world I was livin'
It'd rather commit us to stayin' polite
Than commit us to not be livin' cruel.
You know what I mean?
If you wanna clutch pearls, go find oysters
'Cause I got a barrel to clean.
1.29.2025
What Kind of God Don't Make Mistakes by RIAD
I
Haven't set foot
In any church
For a long while
Still it got me thinking
About this mythical god
And his all perfect style
Told to listen to all his takes
(But...Here's my thing...)
How am I meant to learn from somebody,
Who don't make mistakes?
I'm sure he's a fine fellow
I'm sure he's got a place up there
Where the grass is green
Where life's just and fair
I'm sure he's smart, but he don't sound wise
For what good is giving advice
If you haven't lived it bitter?
I need to be told not to quit
By somebody who felt the regret
Of a quitter.
It's hard taking that lullaby
Plastered wall to wall:
"The Lord has a reason for everything"
Well, either he lied
Or nobody's listening to him at all.
'Cause if it's true
That he made us in his image
For sure, I'd know
His knees'd be hurtin' too
With prayers on the backburner
And Bigger fish to fry.
I don't trust a perfect man
'Cause nobody got life on first try.
So believe me when I say:
I only believe in the gods with make-do.
And maybe it's sour to envision
A holy thing that can't keep 4-4 rhythm
That somebody takin' care of us
Could drop a plate
And one of us would just die
But I'm just sayin'
I wouldn't hate him
Spit on his shoes, or flay him
If he said he learned how to make whiskey
After he fucked up the rye.