TOO SEXY FOR SAD - Shelton Bradshaw live from Balboa Pier

This one’s for the beauty genes of Ivyjane, Luis, Orien, as well as the obvious beauty genes of my own Mom & dad, Sue & Matt, Patrick & Alaina (Tennis), Jaxon & Amelia (whom I just met but they look just like Patrick and Alaina so they can do no wrong), as well as Jason & Jen, Anthony & Catherine, Tim & Starr, Adam & Necole, Clayton & Natali Morris, Abe & Kelly, Paul and Charlene, Anthony & Sonja, Jostel & Evelyn and other unforgettable persevering couples who ever-inspire us that one-plus-one can equal a million when it’s right.

Too Sexy For Sad

The best way to change a bad day.
Write a song of rights and wrongs.

In happier days I wrote to heroes who saved.
No drawing a bank.

I outgrew curfews in busier times.
No one’s fool just a will all mine.
Years ago, swore I’d do it alone.
Comfort’s there, unrest grown.

Liberty enticed, and I crumbled.
No freedom’s vice has me humbled.
James Brown’s proud world, was nothing with no girl.

Saturday at the boats while I sang.
Heard Orion’s growing voice with his ma Ivyjane
Both glowing like an ocean’s glare.
Beauty genes all still there.

Amelia and Jaxon on their way
To a film took time to stop and say hey.
Hope they weren’t late, showtime eight.
Handcuffed cuz I couldn’t shut up.

When liberty was found. I hung around it.
But freedom bound, has me grounded.
Barry sings in Tragedy, what’s shared goes somewhere.

I’m too sexy for sad.
But my drunk corpse had it better.
Best of me ain’t bad
But worse seems forever.
Other days had the same sting.
But that changes nothing.

A couple I passed on the pier today
Staring, glaring each other’s way.
Clearly mad, something gone bad.
Taking the chance, but they were living the dance.

Got the thinking when Misty rang and came.
Too young for memories’ reign.
But saw they all got, something I’m not.
LIfe’s nothing, with no loving.

When liberty called me, I replied.
The freedom survived, while I died.
O’nry Waylon alone drank to the bone.

I’m too sexy for sad.
But my drunk corpse had it better.
Best ‘o me ain’t bad
But worse seems forever.
Other days had the same sting.
But that changes nothing.