BrooksLooks @ Delirium

DELIRIUM
Brooks Bradbury

YOU TRIED TO LEAVE
YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL
NOW IT’S YOU WHO’S IN THE HOLE
SEEMS YOU WERE JUST A BRIDGE FOR US
A HERE-TO-THERE WITH TOO MUCH FUSS
YOU TRIED TO GET THE SHIP TO SINK
NOW IT’S YOU WHO’S SUNK, ‘S WHAT PEOPLE THINK
YOUR MACHINATIONS WORE MIGHTY THIN
NOW YOU’RE OUTSIDE LOOKIN’ IN
LET ME GET MY VIOLIN
NOW YOU’RE OUTSIDE LOOKIN’ IN

WATER RISING IN A SHIVER
YOU HELPED US CROSS A LITTLE RIVER
YOU ROSE AND PEAKED A SHORT TIME LATER
WE SMILED AT EACH ALLIGATOR
AS WE REACHED THE OTHER SHORE
YOU TAPERED OFF TO BUT A SLIVER
OVER SUCH A SLOW AND GENTLE RIVER
BOTH SIDES OF YOU ARE NOW MUCH CLEARER
TAKE A LOOK INTO THE MIRROR
HOLD OFF ON YOUR FINAL BOW
YOU WERE BUT A PATH FROM THERE TO HERE
A BRIDGE ACROSS THEN AND NOW

YOU TRIED TO LEAVE
YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL
NOW IT’S YOU WHO’S IN THE HOLE
SEEMS YOU WERE JUST A BRIDGE FOR US
A HERE-TO-THERE WITH TOO MUCH FUSS
YOU TRIED TO GET THE SHIP TO SINK
IT’S YOU WHO’S SUNK, S’ WHAT PEOPLE THINK
YOUR MACHINATIONS ARE MIGHTY THIN
NOW YOU’RE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN
HOLD OFF ON THAT GREAT BIG GRIN
NOW YOU’RE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN
I’LL ROSIN UP MY VIOLIN
NOW YOU’RE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN

LIFE’S HARD ENOUGH WITHOUT TWO FACED LIARS
PERHAPS THEY SIMPLY CROSSED THEIR WIRES
BUT LIFE CAN BE A LOT MORE FUN
NOW THE BASTARDS ‘R ON THE RUN
CAN FINALLY SEE THE SHINING SUN
NOW THE BASTARDS ‘R ON THE RUN
TRAPPED IN THE SILKY WEB THEY’VE SPUN
BASTARDS ARE FINALLY ON THE RUN
AND OUR SPIRITS WON’T COME UNDONE
NOW THE BASTARDS ‘R ON THE RUN

© 2014 Brooks Bradbury | Brooks Looks

BrooksLooks @ Chiricahua Cowboy

CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
Brooks Bradbury
September 2013

THE COOK REPORTED LONGHORNS
WERE COMING IN THE GATE
BUCKAROOS AT BREAKFAST
SOME WERE IN THE BUNK HOUSE
SOME WERE SLEEPING LATE

PRIT’ NEAR EIGHT MEAN CORRIENTE
AMBLED RIGHT UP THE OLD DIRT ROAD
POINTY HORNS A GLINTING
THEY LUMBERED TO AND FRO

THEY WERE FREE RANGE BEEF WITH ATTITUDE
AND IN ONE BY ONE THEY FILED
DANGED IF THEY DIDN’T GIT PAST THE CATTLE GRATES
LIKE A FARSIDE CARTOON GONE WILD

CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE’S ON HIS HORSE AGAIN
WE NEVER KNOW WHY
WE NEVER KNOW WHEN
BUT HE’S THE HOPE OF ARIZONA
LEAST FROM GLEESON TO PORTAL
THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE’S THE ONE THAT GETS THE CALL
ANY TIME ‘R OYSTER’S ARE UP AGAINST THE WALL
THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY, HE WILL SAVE US ALL!

ONE WAS UDDERLY FEMALE
IT WAS PLAINLY CLEAR TO SEE
QUEEN OF THE RODEO HEIFERS
ANOTHER RATHER BULLISH ONE
HE KEPT EYEING ME

THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE SAUNTERED INTO VIEW
HE WORE HIS LEATHER JACKET WITH FRINGE
SMELLED LIKE BEER AND LAST NIGHT’S STEW
BOXER SHORTS AND COWBOY BOOTS
HIS PANTS STILL IN HIS ROOM

HE HAD SPURS, A WHIP, TWO FORTY-FIVES
AND HE WAS ITCHING FOR A FEUD
THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
LOST BIG AT POKER AND LOVE LAST NIGHT
HE WAS ONE BIG ANGRY DUDE

HE WAS READY TO SETTLE THE SCORE
AND PUT THOSE BEEVES BACK IN THE PEN
A BEEFLY DUEL WAS COMING ON, IT SEEMED
WHILE IN THE SAGE, FRESH COWPIES STEAMED
THE HEIFER HUDDLED THE OTHERS THEN
WEIGHT WAS SHIFTED
HORNS WERE POINTED
THE BEEVES THEN THUNDERED IN

ALL OF A SUDDEN THE BRAWL COMMENCED
BULL WHIP CRACKED AND BULLETS FLYING
EIGHT CORRIENTE TURNED TAIL TO RUN
IN THE END THEY MET THEIR BOVINE MATCH
CHIRICAHUA COWBOY WAS SMILIN’
AS HE BLEW SMOKE FROM THE END OF HIS GUN

CHIRICAHUA COWBOY ROUNDED ‘EM UP RIGHT THEN
THEY WERE BEATEN LIKE HAMBURGER AND LOCKED IN THE PEN
“NEXT TIME YOU COME ROUND HERE
THE BUTCHER’LL MAKE IT CUT AND DRIED
AND MAKE LITTLE PARTS OUT OF THOSE CARCASSES
AND WALLETS FROM YER HIDE!

CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE’S ON HIS HORSE AGAIN
WE NEVER KNOW WHY
WE NEVER KNOW WHEN
BUT HE’S THE HOPE OF ARIZONA
LEAST FROM WILLCOX TO PORTAL
THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY
HE’S THE ONE THAT GETS THE CALL
ANY TIME ‘R OYSTER’S ARE UP AGAINST THE WALL
THE CHIRICAHUA COWBOY, HE DONE SAVED US ALL!
CHIRICAHUA COWBOY–NO ONE RIDES AS TALL!

© Brooks Bradbury / Innspired Hospitality

BrooksLooks @ Native Son

NATIVE SON
Brooks Bradbury 
16 NOVEMBER 2013
 
THE GENERATION AFTER THE GREATEST ONE
GREW UP PROUD AS NATIVE SONS
HEIRS TO THEIR NEW BRAVE WORLD
THEY RAISED THEIR FLAG NEW LIVES UNFURLED 
 
FRESH CHALLENGES AND FUTURE SHOCK
NUCLEAR TICKS OF A DOOMSDAY CLOCK
ALWAYS MINDFUL OF THE PRICE THEY PAID
GRATEFUL FOR THE PATH THEY MADE

PERPLEXED AT TODAY'S REALITY 
AND TEAR-IT-DOWN MENTALITY
PERHAPS THE GREATEST NOW REGRET 
WHAT THEY'VE GIVEN AND WHAT THEY'VE DONE
AND THE FEELINGS FELT BY NATIVE SONS 
 
LEAVING NOW AS CHILDREN NURSING HALLS FILL 
NATIVE SONS CARRY ON THEIR CHERISHED HIGH IDEALS
PRECIOUS FEW UPHOLDING WELL-LEARNED VALUES STILL
THESE ARE THE DAYS OF NATIVE SONS
OF A WELL-EARNED FUTURE THANKFULLY SOUGHT
WHY DOES IT SEEM THE GREATEST ONES
REGRET WHAT THEY HAVE WROUGHT 
 
GROWING UP SOME NORMAL KID 
WE THOUGHT WE DID AS NEIGHBORS DID
HALLOWED GROUND AND VALUES DEAR
WE'VE COME SO FAR AND AS I LOOK AROUND
WHY AM I THE STRANGER HERE? 
 
A PACHYDERM PARTY A HERD OF RED ASSES 
VIGILANT GUARDIANS OF A NARROWING VIEW 
NATIVE SONS SHOCKED AT WHAT NOW PASSES
FROM THE GENERATION THAT 'GOT IT DONE'
FINAL TANTRUMS BEFORE THEY'RE GONE  
ANGER AT CHANGE AND VEILED ATTACKS
RACISM CONTINUES AND CIVILITY LACKS
 
HE HAS ENDURED THE AGE'S GREATEST CHANGES 
AND SAVORED EVERY GIFT
FROM THE GENERATION BEFORE HIM 
OLD MINDS ARE NEGATIVE AND STIFF
WHERE EVER HAS 'WHAT'S RIGHT' GONE?  
NATIVE SONS PONDERS THIS
IT SEEMS THE GREAT GENERATION 
REJECTS WHAT THEY HAVE DONE 
LEAVING NOW THEIR NATIVE SON 
TO PONDER HOW HE'S BECOME 
A STRANGER ON THE RUN 

© 2013 Brooks Bradbury / Innspired Hospitality

BrooksLooks @ Back of Beyond

BACK OF BEYOND
Brooks Bradbury

BEATEN DOWN BY POLITICS
MY OFFICE RAN AGROUND
IT’S TIME TO GET A COWBOY FIX
GET OUT OF THIS DAMNED TOWN

LEAVE THE RACE TO MY FELLOW RATS
CLEAR MY HEAD AND RECONNECT
THE CHAPARRAL IS CALLING
LEAVING NOW TO GET THERE FAST
TO FIND MYSELF AND REDIRECT
HEAR MY THOUGHTS
AND RESURRECT
I FEEL LIKE I’M FALLING
AS I DRIVE ON AND ON AND ON
WAY OUT THERE
TO THE BACK OF BEYOND

I’LL FIRE UP THE FARMALL
LEAVE ALL MY TROUBLES BEHIND
RIDE OUT INTO PURPLE SAGE
IN AN ARIZONA STATE OF MIND
OVER DIAMONDBACKS
THROUGH COYOTE PACKS
OCOTILLO AND PRICKLY PEAR
SOUNDS LIKE MY OFFICE I SWEAR
THERE I’LL SAVOR STILLNESS
EVERY BRILLIANT SUNRISE
THE COTTONWOODS ARE BEAUTIFUL
TIME TO RESET, REGROUP AND REPRISE

ONLY DIRT ROADS TAKE YOU OUT THERE
BRING YOUR SIDEARM AND SOME GUTS
GO LEFT ON DOUBLE BUZZARD
TAKE HIGH LONESOME IF YOU MUST
A THOUSAND MILES LATER WHERE
YOU’RE FAR FROM ALL THE CHAOS
YOUR FIRST BREATHS OF RARE FRESH AIR
TELL ‘EM ANYTHING YOU WANT TO
TELL ‘EM I ABSCONDED
TO THE WIDE OPEN COUNTRY
TELL ‘EM I DROVE ON AND ON AND ON
TO THE PLACES FAR BEYOND IT

I’LL FIRE UP THE FARMALL
LEAVE MY TROUBLES BEHIND
RIDE OUT INTO PURPLE SAGE
IN AN ARIZONA STATE OF MIND
OVER DIAMONDBACKS
THROUGH COYOTE PACKS
OCOTILLO AND PRICKLY PEAR
I’LL SAVOR STILLNESS AND BRILLIANT SUNRISE
WHERE THE COTTONWOODS ARE BEAUTIFUL
I’M NEVER LEAVING THERE I SWEAR

APACHE VOICES AND NATIVE SPIRITS
TEMPERED BY THE YEARS
IN THE STILLNESS STILL I FEEL THEM
AND HEAR THEM LOUD AND CLEAR
THEIR BRAVE STRUGGLE AND THEIR FEAR
I’VE HUNGERED FOR THEIR FREEDOM
KNOWN A SOUL’S GREAT WILD THIRST
FOR THESE GREAT WIDE OPEN SPACES
WHERE LIFE’S TRIALS ARE REVERSED

I CAN’T SEE IT FROM THE CITY
BUT I KNOW IT’S WAY OUT THERE
I CAN’T SMELL IT’S WILD FRAGRANCE
IN THIS CITY’S ACRID AIR
THOSE DAYS I SPEND OUT THERE
ARE REALLY NO LONGER DREAMS
THEY ARE MY SANITY THESE DAYS IT SEEMS
THE BALANCE MY LIFE NEEDS

AS I STARE OUT MY OFFICE WINDOW NOW
DREAMING OF THOSE DAYS
I LOOK FOR IT ON THE HORIZON
AND LONG FOR WESTERN WAYS
MY HEART’S OUT IN THE SAGE GRASS
AND IN THE WILD PLACES
THIS HELPS ME CARRY ON AND ON
HELPS ME CARRY ON
ALWAYS TAKES ME BACK THERE
TO THE BACK OF BEYOND

I’LL FIRE UP THE FARMALL
LEAVE MY TROUBLES BEHIND
RIDE OUT INTO PURPLE SAGE
IN AN ARIZONA STATE OF MIND
IN SPITE OF DIAMONDBACKS
COYOTE PACKS
OCOTILLO PRICKLY PEAR
I SAVORED STILLNESS AND BRILLIANT SUNRISE
COTTONWOODS SO BEAUTIFUL
MY HEART’S NEVER LEAVING THERE I SWEAR

© BROOKS BRADBURY | INNSPIRED HOSPITALITY