Read My Stuff — Pages 200–250

Nicknamed Dora the explorer For being such a horror You showed me a good time Then made me lose my mind, yeah If this squirrel had a nut He’d store it in your butt Don’t you turn your back to me Before I’ve gained your trust Once they kick your dick in the dirt All the money in the world Won’t buy back your self-worth Or take away the hurt You can try to hide the fact That your whole soul got jacked But there’s no use trying to catch What has slipped right through the cracks No more fight left in the dog No more corn left on the cob Looks like the thief has just been robbed And he knows the cops in on the job Seems you don’t know… What you’ve been missing Until what was working… Suddenly isn’t Try changing your mind While you’re serving time In a solitary prison Not bound by chains Though what remains Seems utterly insufficient Alone at sea Drifting hopelessly Yeah, and you call it fishing… Save that worried mind Not for what you’re afraid to find… But rather on what you’ve been missing Take some advice from me To help yourself break free From this invisible prison Just to catch a break You’ll just have to take Something when it isn’t given Embracing heartache Was your greatest mistake That you keep on reliving In this game you’re playing And not participating That don’t lead to winning! MONUMENTS By Tom Jensen Time… is always of the essence… Though we don’t know if it’s always been present… Oh, but of course it’s a gift… Well, I guess that depends On what you do with it When it’s yours… Was it something significant? Though we know that sometimes there is elegance even in remedial chores… It’s who you’re with And not what you do That’s led me here Standing in front of you And beside you – Always behind you Because you know You’ve let me live Right inside of you… For year after year You’ve been there To say you care I think of time as a monument A shrine to the moments that we’ve shared Time… is always of the essence… Though we don’t know if it’s always been present… Oh, but of course it’s a gift… I love you more than Classic Rock n’ Roll The last time I felt like this Was so many years ago… It’s who you’re with And not what you do That’s led me here Standing in front of you For year after year You’ve been there To say you care I think of time as a monument A shrine to the moments that we’ve shared DISCIPLE OF DIRT By Tom Jensen Just what will break the spell? So many claim to know Yet so few tell Why is that so? Maybe it's just as well? To just let it go... Ah what the hell? There's only one way to know Whether to buy or sell On which road to go There's only one man in the know Though long ago he fell So what's a disciple of dirt Like me to do? No one left to follow No one to lead me A blind detective In a world full of clues Only able to be captured No one to free me So many choices Yet so little time to choose I want to hide away Where no one can see me So much to gain But even more to lose I'll rest in the safety that No one else will ever be me So what if my book of poetry Lies dusty on the shelf My inspiration's been lost and found By someone else My dreams about tomorrow? Ah who the hell even cares? Every day we all take A good look in the mirror And wonder if it's time To face our fears: Are we burned up? Are we burned out? Or maybe there's no flame at all With no desire to climb There's no risk to fall So we stick to safe ground Like a hamster on a wheel Lacking love and hate So there's nothing left to feel.......

Have a lovely infinity Were the last words you said to me A little piece of poetry Now there's a lot in a little A lot of thought in that riddle That's the reason behind the rhyme When your ears hear something pleasing As gears start turning in your mind Something that'll get you thinking Forget or forgive a problem Other than smoking and drinking We know that's not gonna solve it… I don't have a drinking problem I've got a drinking solution I live in a world With so much pollution I live with it in my blood As dirt runs through my veins I pour it in my cup And I drink it up like rain I don't have a drinking problem I've got a drinking solution I tried to give it up But I figured what's the use? If and when I put it down I'll just pick up something else I've learned from my past by now I just can't control myself My heart is beating far too fast Yet my love is for a false prophet I aimed for first but finished last Now I'm hooked on getting off it I started drinking to drown my sorrows But I gave it up When trouble learned to swim I treaded water for so long I never noticed how deep I was in I've chosen some wrong selections So don't ask me for any directions I can only tell you where not to go I can't explain the ways of the world I can't show you where to dive for pearls I guess there are just some things You have to know ` I keep my eyes peeled for angels While I'm living in the world of sin I can't tell you where I'm going Only where I've been ON THE ROCKS By Tom Jensen (for female vocalist) When he calls you up You drop everything As time itself stops When the telephone rings He inspires the love song You’re whole body sings The moment that he talks Your heart begins to soar For he gives you wings But somewhere it all went wrong Along with so many other things Now you’re cold as ice and on the rocks Told yourself you don’t care anymore Doesn’t matter how many presents he brings Heart wrenching pain is now your companion, your refrain Your rock of Gibraltar, your new ball and chain Feel like a jilted bride left all alone in the rain As all your ideals have just been flushed down the drain When what you found at the altar was just a crutch and a cane Yet ever since you let him go You’ve longed to return To the face, the arms, you used to know Guess that’s just how this story goes Now you want him back But what’s inside you won’t let it show Yes, ever since you let him leave One single memory burns One that changed your previous beliefs You dry your eyes and hide your grief You realize the tables turned Your heart's been stolen and he’s the thief Heart wrenching pain is now your companion, your refrain Your rock of Gibraltar, your new ball and chain Feel like a jilted bride left all alone in the rain As all your ideals you’ve just flushed down the drain When what you found at the altar was just a crutch and a cane

The latest polls show That when the people say "yes" Our leaders say "no" I was taught that it was us versus them Now I’ve learned that them is us But I’m not talking about your Average Joe Just of those who try to buy our trust Here’s a list of things the peasants want Well surely they can’t have all that! Just give them these stale loaves of bread And then we’ll raise the tax!!!! Society at large...Oh, we're not too pleased Politics to the core...has become diseased All I need is one believer To inspire me to dig just a little bit deeper Society at large...Oh, we're not too pleased Politics to the core... has become diseased All they need is one good reason To get me off of this charge of treason Society at large... Oh, we're not too pleased Politics to the core... has become diseased When I hear the word lobbyist My right hand reaches for my gun When it comes time for talking politics People get paid to keep us dumb t COLLABORHYTHM COLLABTUNES Home Features Pricing Testimonials Contact Blog COLLABTUNES.COM