The Lament Of Every Housewife.

Unpublished Works, © 1991, BillyPauleyJr.*

The Lament Of Every Housewife.

As I look in the mirror I realize,
I’m not looking for the likeness of me,
I’m just looking for spots on the surface,
And I’m trying not to leave any streaks,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,

As I stand in the doorway with tears in my eyes,
From the laundry piling up in the hall,
It’s just one more way to remind me,
The insignificance of it all,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,

And now it’s time for me and nobody else,
For nobody knows the hurt that I’ve held,
And I hunger… for life,
That’s the lament of every housewife,

Shoppin’ and lookin’ for bargains,
Pinchin’ pennies that I wish would be there,
Going to parties and sittin’ alone,
For the lack of something to share,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,

I’m the only one who sees what I’m doin’,
And it makes me wanna sit down and cry,
I don’t mind at all clippin’ coupons,
I just wish I didn’t have the time,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,

And now it’s time for me and nobody else,
For nobody knows the hurt that I’ve held,
And I hunger… for life,

O’, and I don’t wanna watch the t.v.,
Lord, I’ve seen every Sesame Street,
Mr. Rogers, get your butt out o’ my neighborhood,
I want nothing so familiar to me,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,

And now it’s time for me and nobody else,
For nobody knows the hurt that I’ve held,
And I hunger… for life,
Yeah, I hunger… for my life,
That’s the lament of every housewife.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Do Hearts Feel Like Mine?

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

Do Hearts Feel Like Mine?

Do hearts feel like mine?

When the world turns in the sunshine,
When the stars burn in the moonrise,
When everything is all right,
Do hearts feel like mine?

Hearts feel like mine,
When the walls hit the ground,
When the smoke rolls around,
When the flames burn us down,
Hearts feel like mine,
When the terror is so near,
When our hearts fall to fear,
When the hatred is so clear,
Hearts feel like mine,

Do hearts feel like mine?

When flowers blossom wildly,
When the weather greets us mildly,
When Mother Nature’s smiling,
Do hearts feel like mine?

Hearts feel like mine,
When dark clouds start forming,
When skies turn to storming,
When thunder echoes warning,
Hearts feel like mine,
When rain falls like anger,
When lightening poses danger,
When peril is no stranger.
Hearts feel like mine,

Do hearts feel like mine?

When church bells clap out ringing,
When children join in singing,
When innocence is clinging,
Do hearts feel like mine?

Hearts feel like mine,
When desperation enters,
When serenity often splinters,
When summer feels like winter,
Hearts feel like mine,
When tragedy befalls us,
When society is lawless,
When honor loses all trust,
Hearts feel like mine,

Do hearts feel like mine?

When the world turns in the sunshine,
When the stars burn in the moonrise,
When everything is all right,
Do hearts feel like mine?

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Queen Of Bad Days.

Unpublished Works, © 2006, BillyPauleyJr.*

Queen Of Bad Days.

O’, you know what it’s like,
To have a bad day,
You know how it feels,
When things go astray,
O’, you know what it’s like,
To be tired and weak,
But still you don’t know,
What it’s like to be me,

O’, I’m the queen of bad days,
None more worthy than me,
There’s no luck in the dumb,
In what happens to be,
I am happiness cursed,
O’, with poison I reign,
I’m the worst of the worst,
I’m the queen of bad days,

O’, you know what it’s like,
To feel lonely and scared,
You know how it feels,
When you find no one cared,
You know what it’s like,
In the heart of the meek,
But still you don’t know,
What it’s like to be me,

O’, I’m the queen of bad days,
None more worthy than me,
There’s no luck in the dumb,
In what happens to be,
I am happiness cursed,
O’, with poison I reign,
I’m the worst of the worst,
I’m the queen of bad days,

O’, and God Save the Queen,
Is the song my life sings,
To the tragedy I can’t escape,
Nowhere to put down,
This ungracious crown,
I’m the sovereign saint of bad days,

O’, I’m the queen of bad days,
None more worthy than me,
There’s no luck in the dumb,
In what happens to be,
I am happiness cursed,
O’, with poison I reign,
I’m the worst of the worst,
I’m the queen of bad days

O’, I’m the self-appointed,
Duly anointed,
Consecrated queen of bad days.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Intermundium.

Unpublished Works, © 2005, BillyPauleyJr.*

Intermundium.

I have no common place,
No world of my own,
No mundane space,
To call my home,
A perfect freedom,
Looking up from the ground,
Aloof indifference,
Out here, looking down,
In this space between worlds,
O’, I can’t find my place,
No love can fly with me,
No gravity knows my weight,

I’m a star in your dark sky,
O’, but I wanna come down,

You see me shining bright,
O’, but I wanna come down,

I just wanna come down,

I left my teary world,
From a broken dam,
Rushing desperation,
To where I am,
A perfect freedom,
Looking out from the shore,
A castaway devotion,
Out here, wanting more,
In this space between worlds,
O’, I can’t find my gift,
No love can swim with me,
No undercurrent gets my drift,

I’m a ship in your dark sea,
O’, but I wanna come in,

You see me sailing free,
O’, but I wanna come in,

I just wanna come in,

O’, lonely is the place,
Where heartache often goes,
Miles of empty space,
The only place I know,
O’, but I wanna come down,
Yeah, I wanna come in,
Back to the world,
To love and to be loved… again,

I have no common place,
No world of my own,
No mundane space,
To call my home.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

All My Life (Right Or Wrong).

Unpublished Works, © 1987, BillyPauleyJr.*

All My Life (Right Or Wrong).

Mama I know you worry,
‘Bout me and my desires,
I’m growin’ up in a hurry,
I’m burnin’ like a forest fire,
But Mama I’m not yet ready,
To move out of my room,
My life is not quite steady,
Enough to part from you,
And Mama I want you to know,
That even when we part,
No matter where we may go,
You’ll never leave my heart,

O’, Mama can I sing you a love song,
Strange as it may seem,
But all my life, right or wrong,
You were singing your love to me,
And Mama you sure could sing,

Mama my life is a wonder,
For the strength of a woman like you,
Your will is louder than thunder,
Your patience is nothing new,
I know as my world is changing,
I will stand out from the rest,
‘Cos in the midst of my rearranging,
Stands you, my Mama, the best,
And in my days of indecision,
When fear inflicts a cost,
I’ll rest my soul convictions,
In me and you and God,

O’, Mama can I sing you a love song,
Strange as it may seem,
But all my life, right or wrong,
You were singing your love to me,
And Mama you sure could sing,

Mama I know you’ve hidden,
Your tears in my company,
Afraid you’d fail, but you didn’t,
Not by the looks of me,
And Mama I hope you are finding,
A comfort in the truth,
‘Cos it bears a constant reminding,
Of the love I feel for you,
And I am ever so happy,
‘Cos you wouldn’t see me blue,
I only hope God will help me,
To be a someone like you,

O’, Mama can I sing you a love song,
Strange as it may seem,
But all my life, right or wrong,
You were singing your love to me,
And Mama you sure could sing,

Yeah, Mama you sure could sing.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Lately.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

Lately.

You’re gone forever, but it’s only a month and a half,
Your absence lets sadness overcome my laugh,
I sit alone and look at your photograph,
Can’t take it anymore, I know that I’m going to crack,

O', what’s been going on with you, lately,
I’ve been sad and blue, lately,
Maybe I’m wrong, baby, I can’t be strong,
‘Cos you’ve been gone too damn long, yeah, lately,

You finally wrote me a note and you called it a letter,
Words like hello, goodbye, I love ya, don’t make it better,
They just add to the pool of tears that just makes my life wetter,
I’m not getting calmer, I just keep getting upsetter,

O', what’s been going on with you, lately,
I’ve been sad and blue, lately,
Maybe I’m wrong, baby, I can’t be strong,
‘Cos you’ve been gone too damn long, yeah, lately,

Baby, when are you coming home,
I’m sick and tired of living alone,
Even if it’s with a crowd,
You said that you’d be home someday,
I told them at work to look for you today,
Baby, don’t you know I’m proud,
To have you here with me, now, I’d sing it out loud,

And now, you don’t seem to know what it means,
To be shut off and hid away from your dreams,
Your absence breaks my rhythm like a splash in a stream,
It’s tough to hang on, a lot tougher than it seems,

O' yeah, what’s been going on with you, lately,
I’ve been sad and blue, lately,
Maybe I’m wrong, baby, I can’t be strong,
‘Cos you’ve been gone too damn long, yeah,
What’s been going on with you, lately,
I’ve been sad and blue, lately,
Maybe I’m wrong, baby, I can’t be strong,
‘Cos you’ve been gone too damn long, yeah... lately.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production

Pausal Note #5.

Today, I must pause... Our beautiful, one month old niece, Delilah*, died and the pain is overwhelming. There are no words for me to share today except 'pray'... hope for us to find our way out of this darkness. I will try to be normal, but I am not... or perhaps my normal has forever been changed. May God bless all who read this.