How It’s Supposed To Be by Willy Grigg 8/13/2026 & 9/24/26 Basement
[D] Everything is how it’s [A7] supposed to be I try to get the best of you / you do [D] the same to me It’s the [D7] law of the jungle / It’s [G] reality [G#dim7] [D] Everything is how it’s sup[A] posed to [D] be
Everything is, why not accept it Why do we resist, why do we reject it Sometimes, it feels like insanity But everything is how it’s supposed to be
The [G] rich were meant to [/F#] have a [/E] lot of [D] money The [G] poor were meant to live in a [D] ditch And [G] everybody gets [D] what they deserve [E7] Ain’t that a son of a[A] bitch
Maybe it’s the stars, up above us It might be some old guy with a beard Maybe, it’s biological, psychological magic But everything is how it’s supposed to be, yeah Everything is how it’s supposed to be, yeah Everything is how it’s supposed to be
Auguries of Innocence By William Blake edit by Willy Grigg 3/12/26
To see a world in a grain of sand Hold infinity in your hand Find a heaven in a wild flower, Live eternity in an hour. A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all Heaven in a rage. A dog starv’d at his master’s gate Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misus’d upon the road Calls to Heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear. The game cock clipp’d and arm’d for fight Does the rising Sun affright. Every wolf’s and lion’s howl Raises from Hell a human soul.
He who respects the infant’s faith Triumphs over Hell and Death. The child’s toys and the old man’s reasons Are the fruits of the two seasons. The questioner, who sits so sly, Shall never know how to reply. He who replies to words of doubt Doth put the light of Knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known Came from Caesar’s laurel crown, Nought can deform the human race Like to the armour’s iron brace. When gold and gems adorn the plow To peaceful arts shall Envy bow. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne’er believe, do what you please.
Every night and every morn Some to misery are born. Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night. We are led to believe a lie When we see not thro’ the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night, When the Soul slept in / beams of light. And while the soul was so inclined nothingness filled up the mind God appears and God is light To those poor souls who dwell in night, But does a human form display To those who dwell in realms of day.
This is a song I wrote and recorded last February. It came out of a discussion I had with Lucia. It must have been about people who are mean and cruel, but say they are followers of some famous middle eastern guy, who was known as a peace and love promoter.
You Follow Me? by Willy Grigg 2/1/2025
When I was hungry, you gave me nothing to eat When I was thirsty, you gave me nothing to drink I was a stranger, you drove me out most violently You’ve got a nerve, to say you follow me
When I was naked, you had no clothes for me When I was sick, you had no sympathy I was in prison / you wouldn’t come and set me free You’ve got a nerve, to say you follow me
You look so pure and holy, when you fold your hands to pray But when your brothers need you, you look the other way
It’s plain to see, you enjoy my misery / I heard you say, I deserve my poverty There’s not an ounce of kindness in your whole philosophy You’ve got a nerve to say you follow me
Let’s make America kind again, let’s make America nice
Let’s take a look at the pie we’re sharing
and make sure everybody’s getting a slice
There’s plenty to go round the whole table
But there’s many sitting by an empty plate
If we can make America kind again
We can make America nice
We can make America fair again
We can make America great
I know you’re gonna tell me, we were never that kind before
But there was a time we treated a stranger
Just like the guy next door
Let’s make America hope again, Let’s make America brave Brave enough to look at the problems Maybe even settle down and behave We all want the world to get better But things can’t get any better while we hate If we can make America kind again We can make America nice again We can make America better than it was We can make America great
This is a song I wrote August 1, 2023 at Joyful Journeys Hot Spring in Colorado. A couple hours earlier, we had found out that Jenny’s Aunt Patsy had died. I was meditating about losing people I love. I was thinking of a memory of my father, in a hospital bed, saying he wasn’t afraid of dying, but he didn’t want to leave us behind. Saying goodbye is sad.
The Day You Said Goodbye by Willy Grigg
You held my hand, you sadly smiled You turned your face to cry You knew how much I loved you then The day you said goodbye
You didn’t want to leave me
You didn’t want to go
You had to take a journey
Down a dark and lonely road
And maybe we will meet again
Beneath a different sky
You hold my hand like you did then
The day you said goodbye