Listen To:  Winning Pretty

Now tell me of a citizen

Who cannot serve in infantry?

Somehow the celebrations

For our patriotic GLBT

Have left me feeling hollow

Since no matter what they swallow

They can kill and spill overturn

Crash and burn

I haven’t got a word now

For the feeling in between

You know I’m feelin’ so proud

As they march into the skein

We are free, now truly aren’t we?

We are proud and without lies

You can ask and I can tell you

What I enjoy between my thighs

You know we marched into the city

You know we camped out in the trees

But winning isn’t always pretty

They will cut you at your knees

And I can slaughter

I can translate

I can save you from the enemy

I can come home

Broken body

Disillusioned fighting PTSD

We are heightened

When we are equal

We are lowered

When we fight

Guess that’s why I’m feeling lonely

While I’m bursting with gay pride

How to harmonize

These feelings

I am in between the baffles

Alone, and keening

For the beautiful

The spacious skies

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by Camille Bright-Smith

Riding down to Swallow Hill
The breeze is fresh off Pikes Peak
Pedal up to Highland Bridge
Takes me to yummy things

I can ride from here to there
faster than you drive
I can ride my B Bike I can ride ride ride

Serene along the river
Roll into to Cherry Creek
I check her in on Columbine
Shop for fancy things

I can ride to a Rockies Game
To see the Av’s or March with Pride
I can ride to the Peoples Fair
I can ride, ride, ride

I can ride from here to there
faster than you drive
I can ride my B Bike I can ride ride ride

I can ride to the Orange and Blue
I can ride baby two by two
I can ride like a Nuggets Dancer
Meet me at the Double Daughter

I can ride on a first date
I can ride on my last
I can ride to the MCA

To see the Flobots or catch the Fray

I can ride from here to there

faster than you drive
I can ride my B Bike I can ride ride ride

Thank heavens for Travis Dickerson, Lindy Dickerson and John Bright.  Travis produced the song and played various instruments, John produced the vocals and Lindy played guitar!

LISTEN TO WON’T BE BROKEN

With VERY SPECIAL THANKS to Travis Dickerson for all the tasty instrumentals.  Visit Travis HERE.

I’ve already faced the demons

From the playground to the am dial

Been fencing with the crooked laws

Finding work arounds

I’ve had to sneak my kisses

Try to pass

Keep on building bridges

I won’t be broken

Won’t be half a citizen

I won’t be broken

Won’t be half a citizen

I wear the colors

Speak the coded language of my tribe

I’ve got a few tattoos that indicate

My disdain for hate

There’s a liberation for every generation

and steady, mark, I’m taking mine

I won’t be broken

Won’t be half a citizen

I won’t be broken

Won’t be half a citizen

Serve with honor

March with pride

Pay your taxes

Find a lover

Find a Bride

Now step aside?

I won’t be broken

Won’t be half a citizen

This song is inspired by the beautiful people and stories that touched me as a participant in the National Equality March.  Get educated, get involved.  GLBTQ Rights NOW! Please Visit Online With Zoe to get a realistic perspective of what this movement involves.  And check out my Flickr page for lots of fun march photos.

Miss California
How I adore ya
Despite your bizarre religious streak
And your bizarre altered physique
Miss California
How I adore ya

Sex workers Unite Unite Unite
C’mon sister lets fight lets fight lets fight
You are a bigot and trite and trite and trite
Still its your body, your right your right your right  Miss California

Miss California
How I adore ya
But isn’t it just a little bland
Pretending you aren’t selling a brand
To hide behind dogma and behave
As though you aren’t in the sexy trade

Sex workers Unite Unite Unite
C’mon sister lets fight lets fight lets fight
You are a bigot and trite and trite and trite
Still its your body, your right your right your right  Miss California

Miss California take the money you make
Have some fun and get paid
Have some fun and get laid
Stomp on the old school parade
This is Hollywood babe
Were all in the sex trade sex trade sex trade
We’re all a little bit gay
So get over it babe

copyright 2009 all rights reserved
Words and Music by Camille Bright-Smith

You don’t get to bring my girlfriend flowers
You don’t get to take her out to dinner
You don’t get to kiss her in the morning
You don’t get it, but I’m sending you a warning

She is my girlfriend
I popped the buds off all those flowers
She is my girlfriend
You best swim back to friendly waters
She is my girlfriend
And I won’t stop at idle threats
I’ve been looking up some curses
I am only seeing red
She is my girlfriend

You don’t get to whisper during passion
You don’t get to take her to distraction
You don’t get to watch her while she’s sleeping
You don’t get to hold her while she’s weeping.

She is my girlfriend
I popped the buds off all those flowers
She is my girlfriend
You best swim back to friendly waters
She is my girlfriend
And I won’t stop at idle threat
I’ve been lookin’ up some curses
I am seeing only red
She is my girlfriend

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by Camille Bright-Smith

I lost my job
I’ve got two kids and a father in need
Feel I got robbed
Spend all my time
Trying to make ends meet

So tell me
Where is my bonus
Where is my loophole
Where is my tax cut and my 401K
All this tea bagging
Has got me gagging
On the bingo balls
Of Bush’s wall street fakes

I’ve been Linked-in
I’ve been Yahoo’d
And Monster Jobbed
I’ve been Twittered
A mouthful of balls
Is all I got

So tell me
Where is my bonus
Where is my loophole
Where is my tax cut and my 401K
All this tea bagging
Has got me gagging
On the bingo balls
Of bush’s wall street fakes

Give me a T
Give me an E
Give me and A
What’s that spell?

BALLS!!!!

Copyright 2009 all rights reserved
By Camille Bright-Smith

Scott Renfroe’s Hate Speech on the Colorado Senate Floor

Of a truthy higher power
You’ve exposed the heart of evil
Homo’s murderers and females
And I love your cruisy hairdo
Will you meet me in the showers?

Scott Renfroe you’re a genius
Of truthy higher power

Scott Renfroe your’re a scholar
You memorized that book you read
And since your speech in Denver
I went back to read Leviticus
The economy is tanking
So I sold my only daughter

Scott Renfroe you’re a genius
Of truthy higher power

I’m humbled by your empathy
Your Christian love, your swagger
Lets keep it between you and me
That night you spent with Haggard

The Bible also mentions
That slavery is no big D
As long as when you sack ‘em
They are from a nearby country
So I got this hot Canadian
Tied up and suckin’ on my feet

Scott Renfroe you’re a genius
Of truthy higher power

Copyright 2009 all rights reserved
by Camille Bright-Smith