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Vic Richard / Blog

Wagging The Dog

Wagging The Dog - Vic Richard c)2014 I don't have a chip on my shoulder, or a bone to pick, I don't have an axe to grind, or bats in my belfry. I've just got bigger fish to fry is all, and If that gets your goat, or sticks in your craw, it's no skin off my nose, 'cause I got no irons in the fire, and this sure as hell ain't my first rodeo. When it comes down to brass tacks, we're really just a drop in the bucket in the grand scheme of things. So don't throw out the baby with the bath water, just bury the hatchet, swallow your pride, and keep your eyes on the prize. 'Cause even when the chips are down, and you feel like you don't have a pot to piss in, just remember at the end of the day, it ain't really over "till the fat lady sings.

The Secret

A young boy recently and bravely walked right up to me, looked me square in the eyes, unafraid and engaged me in an open and spirited conversation. I was almost surprised, but it was so refreshing that I generously engaged him with 100% of my attention, and we stood there alone, masters of the universe, and spoke candidly as men. He knew who I was and said he wanted to get a guitar and be a songwriter. He was so proud and uninhibited, the power of wonder and endless possibilities in his eyes. "How do you write songs? I didn't want to let him down, He was so attentive, his young fragile mind so eagerly waiting for the answer, I wanted to give him the most honest answer I could. Then it came to me, "loneliness" I said. There is no better way for an artist to begin the process of writing than to be alone with his thoughts, with no distractions, work things out in his mind and get in touch with his innermost feelings and motivations. He was both amazed and satisfied. "Loneliness is the secret my boy!"

Tawdry Tricks

Tawdry Tricks - Vic Richard c)2014

There's a one trick pony walks along the rooftops

Rules above dead flowers turning john around the block

On the streets of sin strays feel at home

Pick out a slave or two you can call your own

Here comes lonely out buying some fun

Momma knows how to get a thing done

Somewhere in Rex is what the town is called

A long way from Texas her house is the bomb

Get all you need with your new bedroom blonde

Tawdry tricks that please and she's a single mom

Hard Sell

Hard Sell - Vic Richard c)2013

I've lived so long behind a shell now all the kids have grown

I've known what fun is all too well and now I stand alone

I didn't forget anything some hard lessons I was taught

Most of you have grown up well I'm afraid that some have not

Surface unit I dwell toxic burnout I smell

Bad Religion hard sell I can't use it oh well

Because your point of view is so untrue

You need something to think about the pennies on your shelves

A grass fuel burning desert cow to forget about yourselves

You need someone to make it sell to teach you what you really want

And I won't be somebody else or something I am not

Art and Human Nature

"As an artist, one must learn to accept praise and adoration, as well as indifference, jealousy, even hatred with equal grace and humility while being sensitive and mindful of the flaws and attributes associated with human nature." - Vic Richard


"The sun was blazing cows made for grazing and jumping for the moon. Grand days were fading colors green complaining the end was coming soon. From ones trapped in a town, to ones forced underground, live with me behind the sound." - Vic Richard