Gary Rue

Gary Rue

 Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
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Tell Me Lies

Written By: Gary Rue, Robert Sheely

TELL ME LIES

TELL ME LIES, say you’re love me
TELL ME LIES, say you care
Tell me there’s no one above me
Tell me that you always will be there
Hold me close, and look into my eyes
And TELL ME LIES
Tell all those lovely lies

TELL ME LIES, say you miss me
TELL ME LIES, say you’ll stay
Tell me I’m your little darlin’
Tell me you will never go away
Hold me close, and kiss away my sighs
And TELL ME LIES
Tell me all those lovely lies

Now you say the truth will never hurt me
You don’t know the many tears I’ve cried
When the morning comes
We’ll both be saying our last goodbyes
But for now, have a heart and

TELL ME LIES, say you’re lonely
TELL ME LIES, say you ache
Tell me I alone can save you
Say your heart is mine alone to break
Hold me now, and don’t apologize
Just TELL ME LIES
Tell me all those lovely lies
TELL ME LIES
Tell me all those lovely…
LIES

Have a Heart

Written By: Gary Rue

HAVE A HEART

HAVE A HEART, don’t go
Don’t leave me standing here this way
Please, consider me
HAVE A HEART

HAVE A HEART, take mine
What good is it to me?
Pain is all it brings
HAVE A HEART

Baby, believe me, if I ever thought
You would leave me like this,
I’d never have fallen so far.

It would be easy, so easy, If I could just
Look you in the eye, tell a little lie
Cross my heart and hope to die
I’m not in love with you, I swear it isn’t true

HAVE A HEART, have faith
Our world is in each other’s arms
Please…won’t you come home
HAVE A HEART

The Beauty of Broken Things

Written By: Gary Rue

The Beauty of Broken Things Gary Rue BMI 2006
The strong will teach us nothing
As the weak and hungry know
A broken heart alone inspires
And shows us where to go
The spirit enters softly
Through the hole left by defeat
The beauty of broken things
Is where our spirits meet
When whatever boot you’re under
Tries to keep your body down
The boot has no idea how
You flourish underground
When all your friends are rumored
To be dead or dying now
The beauty of broken things
Will grant relief somehow.
“A rose! A rose! My Kingdom for a rose!”
Cried the King of Nothing, or so the story goes,
A rose, a rose, the King of Nothing knows,
Is beautiful because it soon will freeze beneath the snow
Sorrow grants us vision
Without it we are vexed
If we have no scars, we’re blind
In this world and the next
Though I may be weary
Unnoticed, alone
In the beauty of broken things
My heart is still my own.