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Item 1103
Neil Young is gettin' old!
In one sentence: A cursive poem with a bubble-letter title, 'Neil Young Is Gettin' Old!', on a spiral-torn sheet, about learning to question in religion class, written about 2000-2002.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten poem NEIL YOUNG IS GETTIN' OLD! in cursive on a spiral-torn sheet with the title in bubble letters, about getting C's in religion class because he taught himself to question.
- Why it matters
- Tom's handwritten poem Neil Young Is Gettin' Old!, bubble-letter title, about getting C's in religion class because he taught himself to question.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Half lyrics ; Music ; Faith ; School days ; Influencesdraft - not yet proved
- Age when written
- written at age 18 to 23from its place in Tom's yellow binder index (line N18) - the binder held 481 poems by 5 April 2002, when Tom was 23; an early draft of RELIGION CLASS, which is in Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - best guess
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2001
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Neil Young is gettin' old!
Cigarettes look like pencils
So maybe we were taught to smoke
We were taught to trust all priests
That's when I first learned to joke
I got C's in Religion class
Because I taught myself to question
Some questions I was taught
Never to ask without permission
But I was never given so
Some things I learned were never taught
Some things I learned to know
The hard way is the only way
You'll remember a lesson for good
Some things you can learn to fake it
Some things you wished you could
* Marlon Brando, Pocahontas & Me ??? *
Cigarettes look like pencils
So maybe we were taught to smoke
We were taught to trust all priests
That's when I first learned to joke
I got C's in Religion class
Because I taught myself to question
Some questions I was taught
Never to ask without permission
But I was never given so
Some things I learned were never taught
Some things I learned to know
The hard way is the only way
You'll remember a lesson for good
Some things you can learn to fake it
Some things you wished you could
* Marlon Brando, Pocahontas & Me ??? *
Item 1234
THE MAN IN THE SKY
In one sentence: A printed page with Tom's typed lyric 'The Man In The Sky', the man who blocks out the sun, with large handwritten new lines across the sheet, about 2000-2002.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
A printed page carrying Tom's typed lyric THE MAN IN THE SKY - the man who blocks out the sun - with his own large pen handwriting of new lines, Begging Pleading, Running Screaming, across the rest of the sheet; written when Tom was between 18 and 23 and never before published.
- Why it matters
- Tom's typed lyric The Man In The Sky - the man who blocks out the sun - with his own large pen handwriting of new lines, Begging Pleading, Running Screaming, added across the page; written when he was 18 to 23 and never published.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Printed page
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Half lyrics ; Yellow binder poems ; Working drafts ; Faith ; Internal Struggledraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at age 18 to 23from its place in Tom's yellow binder index (line M14) - the binder held 481 poems by 5 April 2002, when Tom was 23
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2001
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The words on this page
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(1) (2)
(3) (4)
THE MAN IN THE SKY
The man in the sky he blocks out the sun
Darkness is left and I see no one
I knew he would come, but I thought he would wait
And for the people who ran it was already too late
it's
Begging Pleading.
Running Screaming
Mying failing
Coffin Nailing?
Ahhh, Ahhh
What can you do?
Ahh, Ahh
Might happen to you - or me
Maybe, We'll see, you never know
(1) (2)
(3) (4)
THE MAN IN THE SKY
The man in the sky he blocks out the sun
Darkness is left and I see no one
I knew he would come, but I thought he would wait
And for the people who ran it was already too late
it's
Begging Pleading.
Running Screaming
Mying failing
Coffin Nailing?
Ahhh, Ahhh
What can you do?
Ahh, Ahh
Might happen to you - or me
Maybe, We'll see, you never know
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Item 1601
Soulmates lost we no longer morn
In one sentence: Tom's poem 'Soulmates Lost We No Longer Morn', handwritten sideways on notebook paper with a sun and moon drawing and a letter signed Love Tom, about 2000-2002.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's poem SOULMATES LOST WE NO LONGER MORN, about a spirit reborn on a drive with someone who makes the troubles disappear, handwritten sideways on lined notebook paper with a handwritten letter signed Love Tom and a sun and moon face drawing, kept with a printed low-poly style portrait of a bald man's face; published in Shorter Lyrics (2013) and Tom's Anthology (2011 and 2012).
- Why it matters
- Tom's poem Soulmates Lost We No Longer Morn, about a spirit reborn on a drive with someone who makes the troubles disappear, handwritten on notebook paper with a letter signed Love Tom and a sun and moon drawing, kept with a printed low-poly portrait of a bald man's face; written between 18 and 23 and published in Shorter Lyrics (2013) and Tom's Anthology (2011 and 2012).draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet, and a printed portrait
- Collection
- Shorter Lyrics (2013) ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Yellow binder poems (age 18 to 23) ; Love ; Lettersdraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- IN A BOOKShorter Lyrics (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written at age 18 to 23from its place in Tom's yellow binder index (line S12) - the binder held 481 poems by 5 April 2002, when Tom was 23
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2001
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Soulmates lost we no longer morn
Spirit alive has been reborn
Get this funny feeling deep down inside
Just sittin' in the car and goin' for a ride
Feel my spirit flow outta my soul
A heart lost is a heart stole
I've lost my way in the fog
Blinded by the sun, choked by the smog
When I'm with you I see so clear
Troubles of the time just disappear
Spirit alive has been reborn
Get this funny feeling deep down inside
Just sittin' in the car and goin' for a ride
Feel my spirit flow outta my soul
A heart lost is a heart stole
I've lost my way in the fog
Blinded by the sun, choked by the smog
When I'm with you I see so clear
Troubles of the time just disappear
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Item 1980
Another one hit wonder?
In one sentence: A printed two-page copy of Tom's early poem 'Another One Hit Wonder?', a jab at shallow pop bands written after hearing one on the radio, about 2000-2002.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
A printed copy, two pages, of Tom's early poem Another one hit wonder?, a jab at shallow pop bands written after hearing one on the radio, from his early binder.
- Why it matters
- A printed copy of Tom's early poem Another one hit wonder?, a jab at shallow pop bands written after hearing one on the radio - the young songwriter measuring himself against the music of the day.
- Type
- Printed page
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Music ; Funny
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written at age 18 to 23from its place in Tom's yellow binder index (line A7) - the binder held 481 poems by 5 April 2002, when Tom was 23
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2001
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Another one hit wonder?
Just heard such a laim band it makes me wanna write
If I saw them on th streets theyld ask me for my autograph, right?
Wasting up my time with some made up catch phrase
If they got in my mind theyld be trapped in a maze
It takes more to be an artist than having a cute blonde in the band
I wouldn't say nothing but its been gettin outta hand
Sexy says kiss me and I'm thinking outta my head
If I'm her biggest fan then maybe she'll crawl into bed
Another one hit wonder, another one bites the dust
Another one hit wonder, another one collecting dust
Buy the record - see some skin
Another record - do it again
If you want reality then you're better off listening to me
Hopefully I'll be here for awhile before they carry me off to sea
When you're looking for information you know I'm your safest bet
In this world of uncertainty you take what you can get
They say the easy way is living life out on the run
I knew a man who did it and he said it ain't no fun
It don't even matter if you're number one or on the bottom of the pile
Sometimes everybody, everywhere has to walk that extra mile
I'm not a one hit wonder I got more than 15 minutes of fame
I don't play chess and I'm not a pawn in their game
After I'm gone you'll remember my name
Spending sixty bucks on my box set I know that sounds pretty laim
I'll lower it to 15 if to my funeral you came
A man down the street you know he doesn't trust a soul
He never heard of a diamond coming from a piece of coal
I once had a girl who became a part of me
But after my body rejected her I had to set her free
Sometimes I smile the rest all I do is frown
Everytime I'm high something brings me down
There's a girl who I've just met who I'd really like to know
But she's busy 23 hours a day and there's no place for us to go
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With everything I gain there's ten times more I lack
I try to do everything before I hit the sack
I usually write before I go to bed but I haven't found the nack
Empty blue lines fill the paper while white lines fill my brain
Try tying your galashes when you're standing in the rain
My long hair flowin' in the breeze while others wait in vain
I know those who hurt themselves and those who run from pain
But I, myself, I'm from a different breed
A little less jealousy a little less greed
I don't know you or where you've been
And you don't know me or the things I've seen
I have been burnt by the sun
I've thought I was number one
My toes got stepped on and my back forced to the wall
And like an idiot I got back to them everytime they called
And soon I felt so small
But tomorrow always changes, back to the bottom again
And you'll never be the same for your mind it will bend
So many young minds all around
Yet knowledge is not so easily found
I'm shining up my shoes for a big night out on the town
But I'll probably come home after there's noone around
Though free from my handcuffs my hands are still bound
I'm stone cold like Austin and slammed to the ground
After being up for awhile I'm on my way down
And if I'm a one hit wonder please bannish me from the radio
If it happens to me out to different continents I'll go
When I'm asked I'll say it isn't so
I'll respond I'm just your average Joe
(Not a one hit wonder)
Just heard such a laim band it makes me wanna write
If I saw them on th streets theyld ask me for my autograph, right?
Wasting up my time with some made up catch phrase
If they got in my mind theyld be trapped in a maze
It takes more to be an artist than having a cute blonde in the band
I wouldn't say nothing but its been gettin outta hand
Sexy says kiss me and I'm thinking outta my head
If I'm her biggest fan then maybe she'll crawl into bed
Another one hit wonder, another one bites the dust
Another one hit wonder, another one collecting dust
Buy the record - see some skin
Another record - do it again
If you want reality then you're better off listening to me
Hopefully I'll be here for awhile before they carry me off to sea
When you're looking for information you know I'm your safest bet
In this world of uncertainty you take what you can get
They say the easy way is living life out on the run
I knew a man who did it and he said it ain't no fun
It don't even matter if you're number one or on the bottom of the pile
Sometimes everybody, everywhere has to walk that extra mile
I'm not a one hit wonder I got more than 15 minutes of fame
I don't play chess and I'm not a pawn in their game
After I'm gone you'll remember my name
Spending sixty bucks on my box set I know that sounds pretty laim
I'll lower it to 15 if to my funeral you came
A man down the street you know he doesn't trust a soul
He never heard of a diamond coming from a piece of coal
I once had a girl who became a part of me
But after my body rejected her I had to set her free
Sometimes I smile the rest all I do is frown
Everytime I'm high something brings me down
There's a girl who I've just met who I'd really like to know
But she's busy 23 hours a day and there's no place for us to go
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With everything I gain there's ten times more I lack
I try to do everything before I hit the sack
I usually write before I go to bed but I haven't found the nack
Empty blue lines fill the paper while white lines fill my brain
Try tying your galashes when you're standing in the rain
My long hair flowin' in the breeze while others wait in vain
I know those who hurt themselves and those who run from pain
But I, myself, I'm from a different breed
A little less jealousy a little less greed
I don't know you or where you've been
And you don't know me or the things I've seen
I have been burnt by the sun
I've thought I was number one
My toes got stepped on and my back forced to the wall
And like an idiot I got back to them everytime they called
And soon I felt so small
But tomorrow always changes, back to the bottom again
And you'll never be the same for your mind it will bend
So many young minds all around
Yet knowledge is not so easily found
I'm shining up my shoes for a big night out on the town
But I'll probably come home after there's noone around
Though free from my handcuffs my hands are still bound
I'm stone cold like Austin and slammed to the ground
After being up for awhile I'm on my way down
And if I'm a one hit wonder please bannish me from the radio
If it happens to me out to different continents I'll go
When I'm asked I'll say it isn't so
I'll respond I'm just your average Joe
(Not a one hit wonder)
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Item 2001
THANKS DAD NEW
In one sentence: A folded off-white sheet with Tom's half-finished poem 'Thanks Dad New', a jab at a rich kid with a lakeside cottage, kept with a Bob Dylan lyric printout, about 2000-2002.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
A folded off-white sheet with Tom's handwritten half-finished poem headed THANKS DAD NEW, a jab at a rich kid whose daddy's got a cottage on a lake, with the margin line feel a wintery chill starting, kept with a printout of a Bob Dylan lyric he was studying.
- Why it matters
- Tom's handwritten half-finished poem THANKS DAD NEW, a jab at a rich kid whose daddy's got a cottage on a lake, kept with a printout of a Bob Dylan political lyric he was studying - the songwriter learning from a master.
- Type
- Stack of papers
- Collection
- Unreleased poems ; Lyric drafts ; Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Society ; Family
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written at age 18 to 23from its place in Tom's yellow binder index (line T17) - the binder held 481 poems by 5 April 2002, when Tom was 23
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2001
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The words on this page
feel a wintery chill starting
THANKS DAD NEW
... is happy thanks giving
What if I told you it was halloween
Tricks no treats
People with no shoes on their feet
Life can sometimes get pretty mean
But you, you wouldn't know
There's always someplace you can go
Daddy's gotta a cottage on a lake
Daddy's got a mansion in Bacalaton
So you never had to pay for your mistakes
Do you even know what planet you're on?
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Bob Dylan: Political World
http://bobdylan.com/songs/political.html
http://bobdylan.com/songs/political.html
songs albums search the lyrics home
Political World
by Bob Dylan
First Release
BOB DYLAN
1989
{listen}
Oh Mercy
We live in a political world,
Love don't have any place.
We're living in times where men commit crimes
And crime don't have a face
We live in a political world,
Icicles hanging down,
Wedding bells ring and angels sing,
clouds cover up the ground.
We live in a political world,
Wisdom is thrown into jail,
It rots in a cell, is misguided as hell
Leaving no one to pick up a trail.
We live in a political world
Where mercy walks the plank,
Life is in mirrors, death disappears
Up the steps into the nearest bank.
We live in a political world
Where courage is a thing of the past
Houses are haunted, children are unwanted
The next day could be your last.
We live in a political world.
The one we can see and can feel
But there's no one to check, it's all a stacked
deck,
We all know for sure that it's real.
We live in a political world
In the cities of lonesome fear,
Little by little you turn in the middle
But you're never why you're here.
We live in a political world
Under the microscope,
You can travel anywhere and hang yourself there
You always got more than enough rope.
We live in a political world
Turning and a'thrashing about,
As soon as you're awake, you're trained to take
What looks like the easy way out.
We live in a political world
Where peace is not welcome at al,
It's turned away from the door to wander some
more
Or put up against the wall.
9/12/00 6:42 PM
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http://bobdylan.com/songs/political.htm
We live in apolitical world
Everything is hers or his,
Climb into the frame and shout God's name
But you're never sure what it is.
Copyright © 1989 Special Rider Music
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THANKS DAD NEW
... is happy thanks giving
What if I told you it was halloween
Tricks no treats
People with no shoes on their feet
Life can sometimes get pretty mean
But you, you wouldn't know
There's always someplace you can go
Daddy's gotta a cottage on a lake
Daddy's got a mansion in Bacalaton
So you never had to pay for your mistakes
Do you even know what planet you're on?
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Bob Dylan: Political World
http://bobdylan.com/songs/political.html
http://bobdylan.com/songs/political.html
songs albums search the lyrics home
Political World
by Bob Dylan
First Release
BOB DYLAN
1989
{listen}
Oh Mercy
We live in a political world,
Love don't have any place.
We're living in times where men commit crimes
And crime don't have a face
We live in a political world,
Icicles hanging down,
Wedding bells ring and angels sing,
clouds cover up the ground.
We live in a political world,
Wisdom is thrown into jail,
It rots in a cell, is misguided as hell
Leaving no one to pick up a trail.
We live in a political world
Where mercy walks the plank,
Life is in mirrors, death disappears
Up the steps into the nearest bank.
We live in a political world
Where courage is a thing of the past
Houses are haunted, children are unwanted
The next day could be your last.
We live in a political world.
The one we can see and can feel
But there's no one to check, it's all a stacked
deck,
We all know for sure that it's real.
We live in a political world
In the cities of lonesome fear,
Little by little you turn in the middle
But you're never why you're here.
We live in a political world
Under the microscope,
You can travel anywhere and hang yourself there
You always got more than enough rope.
We live in a political world
Turning and a'thrashing about,
As soon as you're awake, you're trained to take
What looks like the easy way out.
We live in a political world
Where peace is not welcome at al,
It's turned away from the door to wander some
more
Or put up against the wall.
9/12/00 6:42 PM
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http://bobdylan.com/songs/political.htm
We live in apolitical world
Everything is hers or his,
Climb into the frame and shout God's name
But you're never sure what it is.
Copyright © 1989 Special Rider Music
Do I understand your question?
About the Audio
al World
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Item 286
If it wasn't such crappa
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished comic rap poem 'If it wasn't such crappa (then I'd've been a rappa)', in black ink on a torn spiral sheet with revisions, about 1996-2008.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's previously unpublished full-page comic rap poem If it wasn't such crappa (then I'd've been a rappa), in black ink on a torn spiral notebook sheet with syllable notes and revisions.
- Why it matters
- Tom's full-page comic rap poem If it wasn't such crappa (then I'd've been a rappa), with his syllable notes and revisions - it is in none of his albums or books, so this sheet is the only place it exists.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unpublished poems ; Humor ; Music
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 29 - an estimateWords probably in Poems By Tom (2007-12-11) - a weaker text match (a few shared phrases), not certain. Probably written by 29. Not proved.
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2002
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If it wasn't such crappa
Then I'd 've been a rappa
I'd be MC McNice
The New Vanilla Ice or {struck: Mc Oreo,} Mc Oreo, {superscript: yeah} {superscript: there ya} {superscript: go}
If I was a {superscript: ding} {superscript: dong} ding - a - ling
I'd sing sing from my cell in sing - sing
I'm the King King of the Bling Bling
I eat Ho Ho's twenty four seven
Another midnight slanger at seven eleven
Me and my posse we roll tight
Strapped 'cause it's a fact
{struck: Ya} {struck: Is} {struck: we} don't pack light on friday night
Ya won't get slapped if ya get into a fight
Look like ya just went ten rounds with Kimbo Slice
Time for the hook, hook, hook
Make you my fish fish fish
Take the {struck: wonna} {struck: woman} make it squirm
Then ya hear squish, squish, squish
If it wasn't such crappa
Then I'd 've been a rappa
Never be a boy in a hood
But maybe an acta
MARGIN:
{struck: That} (pointing to "Another midnight slanger at seven eleven")
Then I'd 've been a rappa
I'd be MC McNice
The New Vanilla Ice or {struck: Mc Oreo,} Mc Oreo, {superscript: yeah} {superscript: there ya} {superscript: go}
If I was a {superscript: ding} {superscript: dong} ding - a - ling
I'd sing sing from my cell in sing - sing
I'm the King King of the Bling Bling
I eat Ho Ho's twenty four seven
Another midnight slanger at seven eleven
Me and my posse we roll tight
Strapped 'cause it's a fact
{struck: Ya} {struck: Is} {struck: we} don't pack light on friday night
Ya won't get slapped if ya get into a fight
Look like ya just went ten rounds with Kimbo Slice
Time for the hook, hook, hook
Make you my fish fish fish
Take the {struck: wonna} {struck: woman} make it squirm
Then ya hear squish, squish, squish
If it wasn't such crappa
Then I'd 've been a rappa
Never be a boy in a hood
But maybe an acta
MARGIN:
{struck: That} (pointing to "Another midnight slanger at seven eleven")
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Item 325
Shaefer is a poor man's beer
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished lyric 'Schaefer is a poor man's beer,' in black ink on an aged, torn, crumpled sheet, kept with a Dodge Street Bar and Grill music calendar flyer, from 2002.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's previously unpublished handwritten lyric Shaefer is a poor man's beer, in black ink on an aged, torn and crumpled sheet, kept with a Dodge Street Bar and Grill February music calendar flyer.
- Why it matters
- Tom's handwritten lyric Shaefer is a poor man's beer on an aged, crumpled sheet, kept together with a Dodge Street Bar and Grill February music calendar flyer - it is in none of his albums or books, so this sheet is the only place it exists.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet with printed flyer
- Collection
- Unpublished poems ; Drinking ; Humor ; Ephemera (flyers)draft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- 2002 (age 23 or 24)best guess - not yet proved: dated from this piece's own photos and words and the dated books
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2002
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Shaefer is a poor man's beer
Now its brewed in Pennsylvania
Used to be made in New Hampshire
But word has it they all got too drunk there
So now it belongs to me
My girl is a handful of fire
Funny how she used to live in Alaska
She known to inhabit any place she desires
Was she kicked out? No one's had the nerve to ask her
So now she belongs to me
My cigarette was born and bred
When it was placed among friends
To its surprised to Salem, mass.
And finally it sees the light of
So now it belongs to me
-s to w
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FEBRUARY 20
SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY
FEB. 2nd, BOSTON
BASED BAND
"THE DOWNBEAT 5"
DEBUTS AT DODGE W/
ELECTRIFYING ROCK!!
FEB. 14th, ALL O[?]
SWEETHEART TO DODGE FO[?]
VALENTINE'S DAY AND ENJOY OUR
DINNER SPECIALS AND LIVE ROCK
MUSIC BY "PROFESSOR GAS CAN"!
SL[?]
PUPP[?]
(ROCK
3 4 5 6 7
THANG
(WACKY
FUNK)
"OPEN MIC
NITE" W/
RUSS
LAWTON
FATS
HAMMOND
BRIDGET
MURPHY
& THE
FLUX
OL' BROWN
SHOE
(GROOVE/
FUNK)
ANDREW
CLARK
BAND
(ROCK/FUNK)
10 11 12 13 14 15
T.
BU
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KENNE
HIGHLAND
CLAN/PHYSCO
DAISIES
"OPEN MIC
NITE" W/
RUSS
LAWTON
FATS
HAMMOND
THE
RUMBLETONES
(ROCK 'N
BLUES)
PROFESSOR
GAS CAN
(ROCK)
MICHIGAN
BLACK
SNAKE
(FUNK)
17 18 19 20 21 22
THE
BOSTON
HORNS
(FUNK)
"OPEN MIC
NITE" W/
RUSS
LAWTON
FATS
HAMMOND
LONELY GUS
& THE
ONE NIGHT
STAND
CHRIS
FITZ
BAND
(ROCK/FUNK)
CHARLIE
IN THE
BOX
(ROCK)
SWEE
WILLIE
(BLUE
24 25 26 27 28
DIS 'N DAT
(REGGAE)
"OPEN MIC
NITE" W/
RUSS
LAWTON
FATS
HAMMOND
JAMM
DOWN
(REGGAE)
UNDER-
COVER
(ROCK)
IF YOU LIKE THE BLUES, DODGE IS
THE PLACE TO BE FEATURING:
"LIZ LANNON BAND"-FEB. 9th
"SWEET WILLIE D"-FEB. 23rd
TWO AWESOME BLUES BANDS!!
FEB. 15th, "MICHIGAN BLACK SNAKE
IS IN THE HOUSE WITH THE BEST FUNK
MUSIC AROUND!!! DON'T MISS THEIR
AWESOME DISPLAY OF HIGH ENERGY,
DANCE-O-MATIC SOUNDS!
Now its brewed in Pennsylvania
Used to be made in New Hampshire
But word has it they all got too drunk there
So now it belongs to me
My girl is a handful of fire
Funny how she used to live in Alaska
She known to inhabit any place she desires
Was she kicked out? No one's had the nerve to ask her
So now she belongs to me
My cigarette was born and bred
When it was placed among friends
To its surprised to Salem, mass.
And finally it sees the light of
So now it belongs to me
-s to w
---
FEBRUARY 20
SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY
FEB. 2nd, BOSTON
BASED BAND
"THE DOWNBEAT 5"
DEBUTS AT DODGE W/
ELECTRIFYING ROCK!!
FEB. 14th, ALL O[?]
SWEETHEART TO DODGE FO[?]
VALENTINE'S DAY AND ENJOY OUR
DINNER SPECIALS AND LIVE ROCK
MUSIC BY "PROFESSOR GAS CAN"!
SL[?]
PUPP[?]
(ROCK
3 4 5 6 7
THANG
(WACKY
FUNK)
"OPEN MIC
NITE" W/
RUSS
LAWTON
FATS
HAMMOND
BRIDGET
MURPHY
& THE
FLUX
OL' BROWN
SHOE
(GROOVE/
FUNK)
ANDREW
CLARK
BAND
(ROCK/FUNK)
10 11 12 13 14 15
T.
BU
(RO
KENNE
HIGHLAND
CLAN/PHYSCO
DAISIES
"OPEN MIC
NITE" W/
RUSS
LAWTON
FATS
HAMMOND
THE
RUMBLETONES
(ROCK 'N
BLUES)
PROFESSOR
GAS CAN
(ROCK)
MICHIGAN
BLACK
SNAKE
(FUNK)
17 18 19 20 21 22
THE
BOSTON
HORNS
(FUNK)
"OPEN MIC
NITE" W/
RUSS
LAWTON
FATS
HAMMOND
LONELY GUS
& THE
ONE NIGHT
STAND
CHRIS
FITZ
BAND
(ROCK/FUNK)
CHARLIE
IN THE
BOX
(ROCK)
SWEE
WILLIE
(BLUE
24 25 26 27 28
DIS 'N DAT
(REGGAE)
"OPEN MIC
NITE" W/
RUSS
LAWTON
FATS
HAMMOND
JAMM
DOWN
(REGGAE)
UNDER-
COVER
(ROCK)
IF YOU LIKE THE BLUES, DODGE IS
THE PLACE TO BE FEATURING:
"LIZ LANNON BAND"-FEB. 9th
"SWEET WILLIE D"-FEB. 23rd
TWO AWESOME BLUES BANDS!!
FEB. 15th, "MICHIGAN BLACK SNAKE
IS IN THE HOUSE WITH THE BEST FUNK
MUSIC AROUND!!! DON'T MISS THEIR
AWESOME DISPLAY OF HIGH ENERGY,
DANCE-O-MATIC SOUNDS!
SHORT
Item 574
I am the captain of my mind
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished eight-line lyric 'I Am The Captain Of My Mind,' about steering through deep waters and hitting icebergs, on torn loose-leaf, about 1996-2008.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's previously unpublished handwritten short lyric I AM THE CAPTAIN OF MY MIND, eight lines on a torn sheet of lined loose-leaf, about steering through deep waters and hitting icebergs all the time.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten eight-line lyric I Am The Captain Of My Mind, never published, about steering through deep waters and hitting icebergs all the time.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Internal Struggle ; Inspiring
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 29 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the pieces numbered next to it (item 572 and item 575), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2002
Price · Tier · Tom fills these
Picture 1 of 2
.jpg)
Picture 2 of 2
The words on this page
I am the captain of my mind
Hitting into iceburgs all the time
Noone is as good as me
When I want to be
Yet noone could never ever
Navigate through deeper waters
Though you try when you name your ship
Napoleon's daughter
Hitting into iceburgs all the time
Noone is as good as me
When I want to be
Yet noone could never ever
Navigate through deeper waters
Though you try when you name your ship
Napoleon's daughter
FULL
Item 750
Start digging a hole
In one sentence: Tom's never-published poem 'Start Digging A Hole' ('And the scenery never gets any better'), on a sheet torn from a spiral notebook, about 1996-2008.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten, never-published full poem START DIGGING A HOLE ("And the scenery never gets any better"), on a sheet of lined paper torn from a spiral notebook.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten full poem Start Digging A Hole (And the scenery never gets any better), never published, on a sheet torn from a spiral notebook.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Depressing ; Internal Struggledraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Same words
- also written out as number 1081matched on the words by machine - Tom confirms
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 29 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the pieces numbered next to it (item 749 and item 752), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2002
Price · Tier · Tom fills these
Picture 1 of 2
Picture 2 of 2
The words on this page
Start digging a hole
And the scenery never gets any better
When you get up to your neck
You better make sure you check the weather
Grave situations call for desperate measures
Gold digging can have its rewards
Spend you're days searching forburied treasures
Just make sure you know what you're digging for
And the scenery never gets any better
When you get up to your neck
You better make sure you check the weather
Grave situations call for desperate measures
Gold digging can have its rewards
Spend you're days searching forburied treasures
Just make sure you know what you're digging for
HALF
Item 751
f.ugly
In one sentence: Tom's never-published lyric 'F.VGLY,' about not looking in the mirror for three years, on lined notebook paper with syllable counts down the margin, about 1996-2008.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten, never-published lyric titled F.VGLY (fugly), about not having looked in the mirror in three years, written on lined notebook paper with syllable counts jotted down the left margin.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten lyric F.vgly (fugly), never published, about not having looked in the mirror in three years, with his syllable counts jotted down the margin - a look at how he measured his lines for singing.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Song drafts ; Funny ; Identity
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 29 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the pieces numbered next to it (item 749 and item 752), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2002
Price · Tier · Tom fills these
Picture 1 of 2
Picture 2 of 2
The words on this page
f.ugly
It's been three years since I saw my face
Every time I look the mirror breaks
I Don't know if I've aged
Not sure why some people are so cruel
I recall my first trip to the zoo
But I escaped that cage
Because I am fugly
(I AM F-U-G-L-Y fugly)
It's been three years since I saw my face
Every time I look the mirror breaks
I Don't know if I've aged
Not sure why some people are so cruel
I recall my first trip to the zoo
But I escaped that cage
Because I am fugly
(I AM F-U-G-L-Y fugly)
SHORT
Item 887
Not long ago
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished short poem 'Not long ago, in the grand scheme of it all,' in faint writing on a torn sheet of lined notebook paper, about 1996-2008.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's handwritten short poem "Not long ago / In the grand scheme of it all / There was someone I once got to know," in faint writing on a torn sheet of lined notebook paper; previously unpublished.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten short poem Not long ago / In the grand scheme of it all / There was someone I once got to know, never published.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Shorter lyrics ; Love ; Memorydraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 29 - an estimateWords probably in Poems By Tom (2007-12-11) - a weaker text match (a few shared phrases), not certain. Probably written by 29. Not proved.
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2002
Price · Tier · Tom fills these
The only picture of this piece
The words on this page
Not long ago
In the grand scheme of it all
There was some one I once
[crossed out word] got to know
We had our fun
In the grand scheme of it all
There was some one I once
[crossed out word] got to know
We had our fun
HALF
Item 964
BROWNIES AND LOVE
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished eight-line poem 'I wrote her off and then she sent me a letter,' on the back of a printed July 2003 bar music schedule, July 2003 or later.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten poem "I wrote her off and then she sent me a letter," eight lines about a heart that won't mend, written on the back of a printed July 2003 bar-and-grill music schedule flyer; previously unpublished.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten poem I wrote her off and then she sent me a letter, eight lines about a heart that won't mend, written on the back of a July 2003 bar-and-grill music schedule flyer - a lyric on the flyer from the kind of music bar he played in - never published.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Heartbreak ; Love ; Music venuesdraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- July 2003 or later (age 24 or older)proved - the sheet is on the back of a July 2003 music schedule (photo)
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2003
Price · Tier · Tom fills these
Picture 1 of 3
Picture 2 of 3
.jpg)
Picture 3 of 3
The words on this page
I wrote her off and then she sent me a letter
I took some time off hoping my heart would feel better
I guess I'm still soft, as a silk sweater
I guess I was wrong in hoping my life would change with the weather
Will I let it get me down?
No, Never well actually all the time
Everytime I see the sun, the moon or almost anything
at all,
---
DODGE STREET BAR & GRILL
ESTABLISHED 1990
7 DODGE STREET SALEM, MA
[number removed] WWW.DODGESTREET.COM
LIVE MUSIC NIGHTLY
NEVER A COVER CHARGE
JULY 2003 MUSIC SCHEDULE
| SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY |
| :--- | :--- | :--- | :--- | :--- | :--- | :--- |
| | | 1 FATS HAMMOND | 2 CLASSIC RUINS & GUESTS | 3 THE HOMERUN KINGS FEATURING "MANNY" | 4 OPEN MIC NITE | 5 BIRD MANCINI |
| 6 DIS 'N' DAT | 7 OPEN MIC NITE W/ RUSS LAWTON | 8 FATS HAMMOND | 9 GIRLS NITE OUT (3 BANDS) | 10 STEVIE WAH & THE BEATONES | 11 KEN CLARK ORGAN TRIO | 12 THE CATALINAS |
| 13 VEIN | 14 OPEN MIC NITE W/ RUSS LAWTON | 15 FATS HAMMOND | 16 ADAM ANTCZAK | 17 CAPITAL 'B' & THE ELEPHANT MEN | 18 JAMM DOWN | 19 THE CHARMS & SPECIAL OPENER |
| 20 DIS 'N' DAT | 21 OPEN MIC NITE W/ RUSS LAWTON | 22 FATS HAMMOND | 23 JOHN TROY | 24 LARRY & THE BLUES CASTERS | 25 THREE TOAD SLOTH | 26 THE NERVOUS EATERS |
| 27 THE BOSTON HORNS | 28 OPEN MIC NITE W/ RUSS LAWTON | 29 FATS HAMMOND | 30 KENNE HIGHLAND CLAN | 31 REGRESSING TO APES | | |
"PUCKER UP" WITH A GRAPE OR APPLE PUCKER SHOT OR TRY OUR DELICIOUS JELL-O SHOTS!
TRY THE BEST PIZZA IN SALEM
NOW AVAILABLE FOR TAKE-OUT
* DON'T MISS *
JULY 5TH: BIRD MANCINI - JULY 6TH & 20TH: DIS 'N' DAT - REGGAE SUNDAY
JULY 9TH: GIRLS NITE OUT (3 BANDS) - JULY 26TH: THE NERVOUS EATERS
I took some time off hoping my heart would feel better
I guess I'm still soft, as a silk sweater
I guess I was wrong in hoping my life would change with the weather
Will I let it get me down?
No, Never well actually all the time
Everytime I see the sun, the moon or almost anything
at all,
---
DODGE STREET BAR & GRILL
ESTABLISHED 1990
7 DODGE STREET SALEM, MA
[number removed] WWW.DODGESTREET.COM
LIVE MUSIC NIGHTLY
NEVER A COVER CHARGE
JULY 2003 MUSIC SCHEDULE
| SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY | SATURDAY |
| :--- | :--- | :--- | :--- | :--- | :--- | :--- |
| | | 1 FATS HAMMOND | 2 CLASSIC RUINS & GUESTS | 3 THE HOMERUN KINGS FEATURING "MANNY" | 4 OPEN MIC NITE | 5 BIRD MANCINI |
| 6 DIS 'N' DAT | 7 OPEN MIC NITE W/ RUSS LAWTON | 8 FATS HAMMOND | 9 GIRLS NITE OUT (3 BANDS) | 10 STEVIE WAH & THE BEATONES | 11 KEN CLARK ORGAN TRIO | 12 THE CATALINAS |
| 13 VEIN | 14 OPEN MIC NITE W/ RUSS LAWTON | 15 FATS HAMMOND | 16 ADAM ANTCZAK | 17 CAPITAL 'B' & THE ELEPHANT MEN | 18 JAMM DOWN | 19 THE CHARMS & SPECIAL OPENER |
| 20 DIS 'N' DAT | 21 OPEN MIC NITE W/ RUSS LAWTON | 22 FATS HAMMOND | 23 JOHN TROY | 24 LARRY & THE BLUES CASTERS | 25 THREE TOAD SLOTH | 26 THE NERVOUS EATERS |
| 27 THE BOSTON HORNS | 28 OPEN MIC NITE W/ RUSS LAWTON | 29 FATS HAMMOND | 30 KENNE HIGHLAND CLAN | 31 REGRESSING TO APES | | |
"PUCKER UP" WITH A GRAPE OR APPLE PUCKER SHOT OR TRY OUR DELICIOUS JELL-O SHOTS!
TRY THE BEST PIZZA IN SALEM
NOW AVAILABLE FOR TAKE-OUT
* DON'T MISS *
JULY 5TH: BIRD MANCINI - JULY 6TH & 20TH: DIS 'N' DAT - REGGAE SUNDAY
JULY 9TH: GIRLS NITE OUT (3 BANDS) - JULY 26TH: THE NERVOUS EATERS
SHORT
Item 1070
I don't want to be
In one sentence: A short poem in pencil, 'I Don't Want To Be', wanting to be the guy who follows the guy who followed the legend, written about 1996-2008.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's short poem I DON'T WANT TO BE, handwritten in pencil on a sheet of lined notebook paper with a torn edge - not the man who follows the legend, but the guy who follows the guy who followed the legend; never before published.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original short poem I Don't Want To Be, in pencil - not the man who follows the legend, but the guy who follows the guy who followed the legend; never published.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Shorter lyrics ; Humor ; Inspiringdraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 29 - an estimateWords probably in Poems By Tom (2007-12-11) - a weaker text match (a few shared phrases), not certain. Probably written by 29. Not proved.
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2002
Price · Tier · Tom fills these
Picture 1 of 2
.jpg)
Picture 2 of 2
The words on this page
I don't want to be
the man who follows
the legend
I want to be the
guy who follows
the guy who followed
the legend
the man who follows
the legend
I want to be the
guy who follows
the guy who followed
the legend
FULL
Item 1073
FIELD OF STONE
In one sentence: A small stack: Tom's pencil comic rap lines 'If It Wasn't Such Crappa Crappa' kept with a printed poem 'Field Of Stone' he edited for another writer, written about 1996-2008.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's pencil comic rap lyric IF IT WASN'T SUCH CRAPPA CRAPPA on a sheet of lined notebook paper, kept with a printed poem FIELD OF STONE and a notebook page noting that lyric was another writer's original that Tom edited.
- Why it matters
- A stack kept together: pencil rap lines If It Wasn't Such Crappa Crappa and a printed poem Field Of Stone by another writer, marked as edited by Tom - Tom working as a lyric editor for another writer, the same craft he uses on his own songs.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Lyrics edited by Tom for other writers ; Writings (non-lyric) ; Humordraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 29 - an estimateWords probably in Poems By Tom (2007-12-11) - a weaker text match (a few shared phrases), not certain. Probably written by 29. Not proved.
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2002
Price · Tier · Tom fills these
Picture 1 of 6
Picture 2 of 6
Picture 3 of 6
Picture 4 of 6
Picture 5 of 6
Picture 6 of 6
The words on this page
If it wasn't such crappa crappa
Then I'd 've been a rappa rappa
I'd be Mc McNice
The new vanilla Ice
or Mc Oreo Yeah, there ya go go
I eat ho ho's twenty four seven
Another midnight slanger at seven eleven
If I was a ding dong ding-a-ling
I'd sing sing from my cell in singh-singh
That I'm the king King of the bling bling
Me and my posse we roll tight
Strapped 'cause it's a fact
We don't pack light on friday night
Ya won't get slapped if ya get into a fight
Look like ya went ten rounds with Kimbo Slice
Time for the hook, hook, hook
Where I Make you my fish, fish, fish
Take the worm, make it squirm
Splish splash I squish SQUISH
whiplash
If it wasn't such crappa
Then I'd 've been a rappa
Never be a boy in a hood
But maybe an acta
---
FIELD OF STONE - edit
after a pro got his hands on it......45
minutes later here it is (still needs a little
tweeking)
I remember the night I went blind,
In a field of stone.
Saw haunting and familiar faces 9
Chasing me yet I was all alone 8
And slowly as sanity reappeared,
I roamed the streets.
Living out my deepest fears.
These demon thoughts,
My head was their home. 5
They drove me to search,
For a reason I don't belong.
This mind once thought pure thoughts, 6
Has no point of view, 5
Has become lost in .5
A field of stone; a barren wasteland,9
No one comes through, 4
Now I want all thought to end...it's true. 9
Lying awake in bed,
I meditate.
Still wondering who I am,
So I contemplate.
The order of my Universe,
Great unknown.
Why I act so childish, 6
Even as I've grown. 5
Slowly learning the meaning of life. 9
But to know the truth,
Double-edged sword that scars for life. 7
This mind that seemed so sweet,
Is the same mind that,
Now thinks thoughts so wrong. 5
And I know you may not understand,
But if you knew,
You'd want it all to end like I do.
By: Tyler Thompson
ORIGINAL SONGS
& LYRICS BY TYLER
THOMPSON
NOTE:
YOU CANNOT
USE THESE
LYRICS TO MAKE
MUSIC
I just editted the
Lyrics - Just showing
off :)
---
NOTE:
YOU CANNOT
USE THESE
LYRICS TO MAKE
MUSIC
---
ORIGINAL SONGS
& LYRICS BY TYLER
THOMPSON
---
FIELD OF STONE - edit
after a pro got his hands on it......45
minutes later here it is (still needs a little
tweeking)
I remember the night I went blind,
In a field of stone.
Saw haunting and familiar faces 9
Chasing me yet I was all alone 8
And slowly as sanity reappeared,
I roamed the streets,
Living out my deepest fears.
These demon thoughts,
My head was their home. 5
They drove me to search,
For a reason I don't belong.
This mind once thought pure thoughts, 6
Has no point of view, 5
Has become lost in . 5
A field of stone; a barren wasteland, 9
No one comes through, 4
Now I want all thought to end...it's true. 9
Lying awake in bed,
---
Now I want all thought to end...it's true.
Lying awake in bed,
I meditate.
Still wondering who I am,
So I contemplate.
The order of my Universe,
Great unknown.
Why I act so childish, 6
Even as I've grown. 5
Slowly learning the meaning of life. 9
But to know the truth,
Double-edged sword that scars for life. 7
This mind that seemed so sweet,
Is the same mind that,
Now thinks thoughts so wrong. 5
And I know you may not understand,
But if you knew,
You'd want it all to end like I do.
By: Tyler Wayne Thompson
Then I'd 've been a rappa rappa
I'd be Mc McNice
The new vanilla Ice
or Mc Oreo Yeah, there ya go go
I eat ho ho's twenty four seven
Another midnight slanger at seven eleven
If I was a ding dong ding-a-ling
I'd sing sing from my cell in singh-singh
That I'm the king King of the bling bling
Me and my posse we roll tight
Strapped 'cause it's a fact
We don't pack light on friday night
Ya won't get slapped if ya get into a fight
Look like ya went ten rounds with Kimbo Slice
Time for the hook, hook, hook
Where I Make you my fish, fish, fish
Take the worm, make it squirm
Splish splash I squish SQUISH
whiplash
If it wasn't such crappa
Then I'd 've been a rappa
Never be a boy in a hood
But maybe an acta
---
FIELD OF STONE - edit
after a pro got his hands on it......45
minutes later here it is (still needs a little
tweeking)
I remember the night I went blind,
In a field of stone.
Saw haunting and familiar faces 9
Chasing me yet I was all alone 8
And slowly as sanity reappeared,
I roamed the streets.
Living out my deepest fears.
These demon thoughts,
My head was their home. 5
They drove me to search,
For a reason I don't belong.
This mind once thought pure thoughts, 6
Has no point of view, 5
Has become lost in .5
A field of stone; a barren wasteland,9
No one comes through, 4
Now I want all thought to end...it's true. 9
Lying awake in bed,
I meditate.
Still wondering who I am,
So I contemplate.
The order of my Universe,
Great unknown.
Why I act so childish, 6
Even as I've grown. 5
Slowly learning the meaning of life. 9
But to know the truth,
Double-edged sword that scars for life. 7
This mind that seemed so sweet,
Is the same mind that,
Now thinks thoughts so wrong. 5
And I know you may not understand,
But if you knew,
You'd want it all to end like I do.
By: Tyler Thompson
ORIGINAL SONGS
& LYRICS BY TYLER
THOMPSON
NOTE:
YOU CANNOT
USE THESE
LYRICS TO MAKE
MUSIC
I just editted the
Lyrics - Just showing
off :)
---
NOTE:
YOU CANNOT
USE THESE
LYRICS TO MAKE
MUSIC
---
ORIGINAL SONGS
& LYRICS BY TYLER
THOMPSON
---
FIELD OF STONE - edit
after a pro got his hands on it......45
minutes later here it is (still needs a little
tweeking)
I remember the night I went blind,
In a field of stone.
Saw haunting and familiar faces 9
Chasing me yet I was all alone 8
And slowly as sanity reappeared,
I roamed the streets,
Living out my deepest fears.
These demon thoughts,
My head was their home. 5
They drove me to search,
For a reason I don't belong.
This mind once thought pure thoughts, 6
Has no point of view, 5
Has become lost in . 5
A field of stone; a barren wasteland, 9
No one comes through, 4
Now I want all thought to end...it's true. 9
Lying awake in bed,
---
Now I want all thought to end...it's true.
Lying awake in bed,
I meditate.
Still wondering who I am,
So I contemplate.
The order of my Universe,
Great unknown.
Why I act so childish, 6
Even as I've grown. 5
Slowly learning the meaning of life. 9
But to know the truth,
Double-edged sword that scars for life. 7
This mind that seemed so sweet,
Is the same mind that,
Now thinks thoughts so wrong. 5
And I know you may not understand,
But if you knew,
You'd want it all to end like I do.
By: Tyler Wayne Thompson
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Item 1
I, I dont want to lie to
In one sentence: A handwritten confession poem, 'I, I don't want to lie to you,' written in black marker on a piece of brown cardboard, never published, about 1996-2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten draft of the unpublished poem that opens "I, I don't want to lie to you," a confession of a dirty little secret saved for the very end, written in black marker on a piece of brown cardboard.
- Why it matters
- Tom's handwritten draft of an unpublished poem, "I, I don't want to lie to you," written in marker on brown cardboard - a piece that appears in none of his albums or books, so this sheet is the only place it exists.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Ephemera (flyer, card, clipping)
- Collection
- Unpublished poems ; Relationships ; Confessiondraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 32 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the piece numbered next to it (item 2), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
- On the site
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I, I dont want to lie to
you
I dont wanna be your friend
I, I want to confide in you
That I saved the best
For the very end..
For the very end
I, I just had to tell
some one
My dirty... little secret
I, I have barely just
begun
to speak the truth
but now theres no use.
but now theres no use
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Audio swapped
to the road
have a drink 14k
morning sex
DEAD END
LOOKING FOR LOVE
ALCOHOL
In the pouring rain
get outta my house
Clinical Depression
IN A
little bit
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For the very end
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some one
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I, I have barely just
begun
to speak the truth
but now theres no use.
but now theres no use
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Audio swapped
to the road
have a drink 14k
morning sex
DEAD END
LOOKING FOR LOVE
ALCOHOL
In the pouring rain
get outta my house
Clinical Depression
IN A
little bit
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Item 216
CLOSER
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished short poem 'Closer', written inside a hand-drawn maze under an elaborate block-letter title, with a detailed drawing of a hand holding a pen, about 1996-2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's illustrated, previously unpublished short poem CLOSER, written inside a hand-drawn maze under an elaborate block-letter title, with a detailed drawing of a hand holding a pen below.
- Why it matters
- Tom's illustrated, never-published short poem CLOSER, written inside a hand-drawn maze with a drawing of a hand holding a pen - words and artwork on one sheet, found in none of his albums or books.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unpublished poems ; Illustrated sheets ; Art ; Love ; Writingdraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 32 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the pieces numbered next to it (item 215 and item 217), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2003
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Closer, so much closer / yet still so far away / Closer in mind / Though no closer in time / No action yet, perhaps tomorrow / Though certainly not today / Tilt head towards sorrow / And a life unkind / To be treated like a stray
Item 282
Not every one can eat without something dying
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished two-line pencil couplet 'Not every one can eat without something dying,' on a loose-leaf sheet with a torn upper corner, about 1996-2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's previously unpublished two-line pencil couplet Not every one can eat without something dying, on a loose-leaf sheet with a torn upper corner.
- Why it matters
- Tom's two-line pencil couplet Not every one can eat without something dying - it is in none of his albums or books, so this sheet is the only place it exists.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unpublished poems ; Society ; Naturedraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 32 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the pieces numbered next to it (item 281 and item 285), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2003
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Not everyone can eat without something dying
If we all spoke the truth there'd be no word for lying
If we all spoke the truth there'd be no word for lying
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Item 283
I painted my room sanitarium white
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished poem 'I painted my room sanitarium white,' about coming home and answering the questions just right, on a torn spiral sheet, about 1996-2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's previously unpublished handwritten poem I painted my room sanitarium white, about coming home and answering the questions just right, on a spiral notebook sheet with a torn edge and folded corner.
- Why it matters
- Tom's handwritten poem I painted my room sanitarium white, about coming home and answering the questions just right - it is in none of his albums or books, so this sheet is the only place it exists.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Unpublished poems ; Home ; Societydraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 32 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the pieces numbered next to it (item 281 and item 285), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
- On the site
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I painted my room sanitarium white
So it would feel like
I never left home
When I answered their questions all nice and
They said I was all right
so now they leave me alone
Sometimes you gotta run through the
{struck: just} to get outta the game
Some times its best to shut up
And know when not to explain
MARGIN:
polite
maze
So it would feel like
I never left home
When I answered their questions all nice and
They said I was all right
so now they leave me alone
Sometimes you gotta run through the
{struck: just} to get outta the game
Some times its best to shut up
And know when not to explain
MARGIN:
polite
maze
SHORT
Item 664
As trees become naked
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished black-ink lyric 'As Trees Become Naked,' about animals hiding and nights growing greedy as winter comes, on notebook paper, about 1996-2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's previously unpublished handwritten short lyric AS TREES BECOME NAKED, in black ink on lined notebook paper, about animals hiding, bears growing bashful and nights growing greedy as winter comes.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten short lyric As Trees Become Naked, never published, about animals hiding, bears growing bashful and nights growing greedy as winter comes.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Nature ; Seasons ; Animals
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 32 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the pieces numbered next to it (item 662 and item 665), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
- On the site
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As trees become naked
little animals start to hide
Big And bears become bashful
And swallow their pride
Birds start flapping their wings
The night becomes greedy
sunlight as light gradually fades away
Some old people Go to Florida
And some others stay old people stay
little animals start to hide
Big And bears become bashful
And swallow their pride
Birds start flapping their wings
The night becomes greedy
sunlight as light gradually fades away
Some old people Go to Florida
And some others stay old people stay
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Item 696
I got nothing against you - kill or be killed
In one sentence: Tom's never-published ink draft 'I Got Nothing Against You - Kill Or Be Killed,' a meditation on war on both sides of a small torn notepad sheet, about 1996-2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten, never-published poem draft I GOT NOTHING AGAINST YOU - KILL OR BE KILLED, a meditation on war written in ink on both sides of a small torn notepad sheet, the back noting it was inspired by the film Saving Private Ryan.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten poem draft I Got Nothing Against You - Kill Or Be Killed, never published, a meditation on war on both sides of a small torn notepad sheet, with his note that it was inspired by the film Saving Private Ryan.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Chomskian ; War ; Societythe old category list says: CHOMSKIAN (not checked by Tom)
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 32 - an estimateWords probably in Finished Song Lyrics (Feb 2011) (2011-02-19) - a weaker text match (a few shared phrases), not certain. Probably written by 32. Not proved.
- On the site
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I got nothing against you - kill or be
killed
But they shouldn't have sent you - kill
or be killed
Run back home - my sight is set on
your head
Run back home - my chamber is full
of lead
The hunter and the hunted
Is this what you wanted?
I don't know your birthday but I
know the second date to be placed
on your stone
So sorry for your mother, Although
you'll be carried by six at least
you're going home
You've died for your country and
now you're a hero
I'm still fighting for mine and labelled
a zero
You're only remembered when you're
not around
After you're dismembered and only
half of you's found
---
Such a complicated subject this matter of war
Inspired
by saving
private
Ryan,
why so much
loss?
killed
But they shouldn't have sent you - kill
or be killed
Run back home - my sight is set on
your head
Run back home - my chamber is full
of lead
The hunter and the hunted
Is this what you wanted?
I don't know your birthday but I
know the second date to be placed
on your stone
So sorry for your mother, Although
you'll be carried by six at least
you're going home
You've died for your country and
now you're a hero
I'm still fighting for mine and labelled
a zero
You're only remembered when you're
not around
After you're dismembered and only
half of you's found
---
Such a complicated subject this matter of war
Inspired
by saving
private
Ryan,
why so much
loss?
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Item 735
I must be strong, I'll see her next week
In one sentence: Tom's never-published poem 'I Must Be Strong, I'll See Her Next Week,' about missing someone, in small faint cursive on lined notebook paper, about 1996-2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten, never-published full poem I MUST BE STRONG, I'LL SEE HER NEXT WEEK, about missing someone, in small faint cursive on a sheet of lined notebook paper.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten full poem I Must Be Strong, I'll See Her Next Week, never published, about missing someone, in small faint cursive on lined paper.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Love ; Loneliness
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 32 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the pieces numbered next to it (item 734 and item 736), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
- On the site
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I must be strong, I'll see her next week,
I'll get along, but my interest will peak.
I felt a new feeling as soon as she spoke
If I could buy her with money I know I'd be broke.
There's something about her, I can't really tell,
She must be a witch 'cause I'm caught in her spell.
my love is long lost but I may have just fell,
If she is the dark side Then burn me in hell.
I know the Devil could never have Angels in her eyes,
But life can be funny and full of suprise.
What can be inside this magical girl?
The sun or the stars or even the world.
Captivation is my motivation
I'll get along, but my interest will peak.
I felt a new feeling as soon as she spoke
If I could buy her with money I know I'd be broke.
There's something about her, I can't really tell,
She must be a witch 'cause I'm caught in her spell.
my love is long lost but I may have just fell,
If she is the dark side Then burn me in hell.
I know the Devil could never have Angels in her eyes,
But life can be funny and full of suprise.
What can be inside this magical girl?
The sun or the stars or even the world.
Captivation is my motivation
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Item 738
The invisible gap between our fathers
In one sentence: Tom's handwritten draft 'The Invisible Gap Between Our Fathers,' about the Grand Canyon distance between generations, on a torn strip of lined notebook paper, about 2002-2004.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten draft of THE INVISIBLE GAP BETWEEN OUR FATHERS, about the Grand-Canyon distance between generations, on a torn strip of lined notebook paper, published in Shorter Lyrics (2013).
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten draft The Invisible Gap Between Our Fathers, about the Grand-Canyon distance between generations, on a torn strip of lined paper, published in Shorter Lyrics (2013).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Shorter Lyrics (2013) ; Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 ; Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 ; Family ; Society
- Published in
- IN A BOOKShorter Lyrics (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- not dated yetno dated book holds these words
- On the site
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The invisible gap between our fathers
Often seems like the Grand Canyon long
But what is the real reason for
It is Because of these men that we are born
Why do they seem so far away?
For as long as we live
Divided like Night and day
No one's ever crossed the bridge
What the eye sees will change
Perspectives never meet
{struck: One sees long range} One measures in miles long
{struck: one sees} while the other only by feet
Is the way too narrow
Or the distance too high
That so few have ever tried
to get across while so much is lost
Not Knowing of the other side
Often seems like the Grand Canyon long
But what is the real reason for
It is Because of these men that we are born
Why do they seem so far away?
For as long as we live
Divided like Night and day
No one's ever crossed the bridge
What the eye sees will change
Perspectives never meet
{struck: One sees long range} One measures in miles long
{struck: one sees} while the other only by feet
Is the way too narrow
Or the distance too high
That so few have ever tried
to get across while so much is lost
Not Knowing of the other side
SHORT
Item 832
Donnie knows about
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's handwritten, never-published short poem DONNIE KNOWS ABOUT ("Being bit by the dogs and scratched"), in red ink on a slip of white paper.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten short poem Donnie Knows About (Being bit by the dogs and scratched), never published, in red ink on a slip of white paper.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Storytelling ; Friendshipdraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 32 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the pieces numbered next to it (item 830 and item 834), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
- On the site
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Donnie knows about
this and that about
Being bit by the
dogs and scratched
by the cats
Been there done that
more stories of the
day
yesterday never
catches up until
Past the break of
dawn
this and that about
Being bit by the
dogs and scratched
by the cats
Been there done that
more stories of the
day
yesterday never
catches up until
Past the break of
dawn
Item 833
Write down what you think
In one sentence: Tom's never-published short poem 'Write Down What You Think' ('But be careful when you sit down next to your drink'), on torn notebook paper, about 1996-2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's handwritten, never-published short poem WRITE DOWN WHAT YOU THINK ("But be careful when you sit down next to your drink"), on a torn sheet of lined notebook paper.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten short poem Write Down What You Think (But be careful when you sit down next to your drink), never published, on a torn lined sheet.
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Songwriting ; Addiction
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 32 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the pieces numbered next to it (item 830 and item 834), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2003
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Write down what you think
But be careful when you sit down
next to your drink
But be careful when you sit down
next to your drink
Item 876
Money lines the pocket
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished poem 'Money lines the pocket but does not fill the heart,' in faint cursive on a torn piece of lined notebook paper, about 1996-2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's handwritten short poem "Money lines the pocket / But does not fill the heart," with the line "Daddy's a doctor but he's not home," in faint cursive on a torn piece of lined notebook paper; previously unpublished.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten short poem Money lines the pocket / But does not fill the heart, with the line Daddy's a doctor but he's not home, never published; Tom also wrote these words out on the separate sheet numbered 678.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Shorter lyrics ; Family ; Money ; Societydraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Same words
- also written out as number 678
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 32 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the piece numbered next to it (item 877), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2003
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Money lines the pocket
But does not fill the heart
Where and when did all the madness start
Daddy's a doctor but he's not home there
But does not fill the heart
Where and when did all the madness start
Daddy's a doctor but he's not home there
Item 888
I was the right woman born at the right time
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished two-line poem 'I was the right woman born at the right time,' joking about astrology, on a torn spiral-pad sheet of lined paper, about 1996-2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's handwritten two-line poem "I was the right woman born at the right time / I don't believe in astrology I don't even know my sign," written on a torn spiral-pad sheet of lined paper; previously unpublished.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten two-line poem I was the right woman born at the right time / I don't believe in astrology I don't even know my sign, never published.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Shorter lyrics ; Humor ; Womendraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 32 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the pieces numbered next to it (item 886 and item 890), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
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I was the right woman born at the right time
I don't believe in astrology I dont even know my sign
I don't believe in astrology I dont even know my sign
Item 889
The day has come again
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished Father's Day poem 'The day has come again,' handwritten on a torn piece of lined loose-leaf paper, about 1996-2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's handwritten Father's Day poem "The day has come again / Father's day is time to spend / With little old daddy do," on a torn piece of lined loose-leaf paper; previously unpublished.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten Father's Day poem The day has come again / Father's day is time to spend / With little old daddy do, never published.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished poems ; Shorter lyrics ; Family ; Holidaysdraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 32 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the pieces numbered next to it (item 886 and item 890), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2003
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The day has come again
Father's day is time to spend
With little old daddy do
Spend a little time with you know who
Your eyes have finally
Seen eye to eye
Learn what daddies do
And don't ask why
Father's day is time to spend
With little old daddy do
Spend a little time with you know who
Your eyes have finally
Seen eye to eye
Learn what daddies do
And don't ask why
Item 921
And if I was a color
In one sentence: Tom's unpublished two-line lyric 'And if I was a color, then baby I'd be blue,' in red ink in the middle of a spiral-torn notebook sheet, about 1996-2011.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
UNPUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's handwritten two-line lyric "And if I was a color / Then baby I'd be blue," in red ink in the middle of a sheet of lined notebook paper torn from a spiral; previously unpublished.
- Why it matters
- Tom's original handwritten two-line lyric And if I was a color / Then baby I'd be blue, in red ink, never published.draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Previously unpublished lyrics ; Shorter lyrics ; Song drafts ; Heartbreak ; Lovedraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- PREVIOUSLY UNPUBLISHEDSearched against the 34 albums, every book and Poems By Tom - found in none of them
- Age when written
- written at about age 18 to 32 - an estimatenothing on this piece itself dates it; estimated from the pieces numbered next to it (item 920 and item 922), since Tom's pieces are bunched together by date - not proved
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2003
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And if I was a color
Then baby I'd be blue
Then baby I'd be blue
Item 49
Seems like silver is the color
In one sentence: An eight-line handwritten poem, 'Seems like silver is the color,' about getting older and settling for second best, on the back of a March 2002 bar music schedule, about 2001-2008.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · SHORTER LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · SHORT
Tom's handwritten eight-line poem "Seems like silver is the color / Given up all hope of grabbing gold," about getting older and settling for second best, written on the back of a printed Dodge Street Bar & Grill March 2002 music schedule.
- Why it matters
- Tom's eight-line poem "Seems like silver is the color," about getting older and settling for second best, written on the back of a March 2002 Salem bar music flyer - in Only The Best (2018).draft - not yet proved
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- 200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013) ; Only The Best (2018) ; Chomskian Poems (2011) ; Music-scene flyers ; Aging ; Internal Struggledraft - not yet proved
- Published in
- IN A BOOK200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011
Chomskian Poems (2011) - Age when written
- written at age 23 to 29late in its letter of Tom's yellow binder index (line S50) - after the first 481 poems (5 April 2002) and before Poems by Tom (December 2007)
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Seems like silver is the color / Given up all hope of grabbing gold / Got to reach for something cause I'm getting old / Given up on my dreams /// Don't care about where I finish / To me life tastes like ice cream
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Item 51
RAINING IN BOSTON
In one sentence: Tom's handwritten poem 'Raining In Boston', a quiet night of a dark television, a little radio and cigarette smoke, on a torn, coffee-stained notebook sheet, about 2001-2008.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · FULL POEM
PUBLISHED · POEM · FULL
Tom's handwritten poem RAINING IN BOSTON, a quiet night scene of a dark television, a little radio and cigarette smoke drifting to the window, on a torn, coffee-stained notebook sheet, published in the Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013).
- Why it matters
- Tom's poem RAINING IN BOSTON, a quiet night of a dark TV, a little radio and cigarette smoke, on a coffee-stained notebook sheet, published in the Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Loneliness & Solitude ; Nature
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) (an earlier draft of the poem RAINING IN BOSTON)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012 (an earlier draft of the poem RAINING IN BOSTON)
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 (an earlier draft of the poem RAINING IN BOSTON) - Age when written
- written at age 23 to 29the title RAINING IN BOSTON is on the sheet and is line R23 in Tom's yellow binder, late in its letter - after the first 481 poems (5 April 2002) and before Poems by Tom (December 2007); a reworked version of the poem is in Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 (age 33) - best guess
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2004
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The only picture of this piece
The words on this page
RAINING IN BOSTON
Staring into a darkened television screen
While my little black radio softly plays
The smoke floats up from my cigarette
Through a window with no curtains the sun hits my face
I've got to quit smoking
Because its kicking my ass
I've got to give up drinking
It's time to put down my glass
You learn to make up excuses
When you're raised in Boston, Mass
The teachers talk alot about history
And never forgetting your past
This abolitionist state always brags of being free
Since the RedSox had the last black player in
the American league
And the last year they knew of winning
Was way back in nineteen-eighteen
Cry baby cry cry over the spilled wine
Cry baby cry pretend everything's goin' fine
This is my team's theme song baby
So listen closely
So here ya go Billy here ya go Joey
Seems to suit both the highly & lowly
Staring into a darkened television screen
While my little black radio softly plays
The smoke floats up from my cigarette
Through a window with no curtains the sun hits my face
I've got to quit smoking
Because its kicking my ass
I've got to give up drinking
It's time to put down my glass
You learn to make up excuses
When you're raised in Boston, Mass
The teachers talk alot about history
And never forgetting your past
This abolitionist state always brags of being free
Since the RedSox had the last black player in
the American league
And the last year they knew of winning
Was way back in nineteen-eighteen
Cry baby cry cry over the spilled wine
Cry baby cry pretend everything's goin' fine
This is my team's theme song baby
So listen closely
So here ya go Billy here ya go Joey
Seems to suit both the highly & lowly
HALF
Item 54
Hey Bob Dylan I'm comin' chasing you
In one sentence: Tom's handwritten poem 'Hey Bob Dylan I'm comin' chasing you,' a songwriter's challenge to the man everyone calls the best, on a loose-leaf sheet, about 2001-2008.
Item type
POEM · UNRELEASED · HALF LYRICS
PUBLISHED · POEM · HALF
Tom's handwritten poem "Hey Bob Dylan I'm comin' chasing you," a songwriter's challenge to the man everyone calls the best, on a loose-leaf sheet, published in the Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013).
- Why it matters
- Tom's poem "Hey Bob Dylan I'm comin' chasing you," a young songwriter's challenge to the man called the best, published in the Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013).
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013) ; Shorter Lyrics (2013) ; Music ; Songwriting ; Inspiring
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Shorter Lyrics (2013)
Tom's Anthology, July 25, 2012
Tom's Anthology, September 18, 2011 - Age when written
- written at age 23 to 29late in its letter of Tom's yellow binder index (line C33) - after the first 481 poems (5 April 2002) and before Poems by Tom (December 2007)
- On the site
- Tom's Story: 2004
Price · Tier · Tom fills these
The only picture of this piece
The words on this page
Hey Bob Dylan I'm comin' chasing you
For deepin my heart I know what they're saying
isn't true
The general consensus is that you're the best
But what they don't know is that I have yet to take the test
You know that I'm young and I've still got a trick up my sleeve
And even though I just joined the party I'll be the last to leave
I'm a two thousand and two Patriot
Born and raised in Boston Mass
It's worse denying than facing it
Even though you're old I want to kick your ass
I know you know I've been raised on video games
But the way you and I see the world is still the same
My friends know the only thing you have on me is age
For deepin my heart I know what they're saying
isn't true
The general consensus is that you're the best
But what they don't know is that I have yet to take the test
You know that I'm young and I've still got a trick up my sleeve
And even though I just joined the party I'll be the last to leave
I'm a two thousand and two Patriot
Born and raised in Boston Mass
It's worse denying than facing it
Even though you're old I want to kick your ass
I know you know I've been raised on video games
But the way you and I see the world is still the same
My friends know the only thing you have on me is age