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"I'm not gonna lie... I wrote and read all this shit...
and I'm kinda f*cked up!" - Tom Jensen, collaborhythm
GAUGING TIME by Tom Jensen
Cracks upon the walls
Pacing up and down the halls
When the walls start closing in
Then the end will now begin
Freedom is stripped away
As today mirrors every other day
When time starts growing old
Then what a price we pay
You don’t gauge time by the clock
That’s hanging on the wall
You tell time by the calendar
That’s hanging in the hall
The time you got in
That’s not what it’s about
It’s the days you got left
Before they let you out
DYING DAY by Tom Jensen
I've given up on feeding my addiction
Wash my bleeding hands clean
From this filthy affliction
Look up at the sky to guide my direction
Why oh why do I even try
To strive for perfection
Get it up, get it out
Put another on the shelf
Rip in and pull it out
Give away another piece of yourself
Try to show what so many others hide
In their sense of pride
With their tongues they lied
And then became tongue-tied
And with a cross look they denied
Knowing not which law they abide in
Be it gin...sin...kin?
So they just play pretend
Yet where one man's rainbow ends...
Another's begins
At least I've found mine...
Never stop trying
Or else face regrets
On the day of your dying
Yes, the times are getting better
They say tomorrow is the day
Maybe then we can live forever
Or at the very least we can all live together
It sure sounds good - that much I'll say
For when we live the dream
We may finally sleep in peace
Holding and protecting
What was once so out of reach
The times are getting better
They say tomorrow is the day
Yesterday is history
Time to let it slip away
Let it out, free yourself, it's okay
The times are getting better
They say tomorrow is the day
You built your wall... now let it fall, it's okay
The times are getting better
They say tomorrow is the day
For hope and faith is what we need
The time is right to take up this creed
Finally something positive
in which to believe
Aside from learning the obvious fact
That we all bleed
For once we have found the eternal spring
We can sit back and see what it will bring
Maybe countrymen, maybe kings...
Maybe even better things
The times are getting better
They say tomorrow is the day
Maybe then we can live forever
Or at the very least all together
It sure sounds good
At least that much I'll say
DAY TO DAY by Tom Jensen
So many things I long to tell you...
So many words I've yet to say...
Of course I know how much you hurt inside
But it gets a little bit better everyday
Where do you look to find salvation?
Is it of this world or up on high?
Yet separating one's self from one's heart
Is far worse than the starvation of one's own mind
Often living in reality
Sinks to living in neutrality
And eventually impartiality
For soon you begin
To live inside of a lie
As her thoughts scatter
She blinks her eyes
For her mind is rattled
To no one's great surprise
How much longer
Shall things carry
on this way?
There's only one
For sure who can say
She longs to give
Yet she still lives
day to day...
Day to dying day
FLY SWATTER OF LOVE by Tom Jensen
As my eyes stayed glued to the door
And the stairs that you'll walk up no more
A great pain it rang through my ears
If I cried out there'd be nobody left who cares
After getting the latest
message that you sent me
Yes, this I must confess
My chessboard was empty
Your silence sang to me in memory
like the newly fallen rain
Yet the pawn moves along
knowing it's only part of the game
As I left alone that night on the train
Simply no longer able to explain
That the vision I once saw of us
No longer looked the same
As inaudible words dribbled
Down the side of my face
I wondered what I was still doing
In this crazy place?
It seems the wine in my glass
I could no longer taste
My fears weren't in haste
This was all a big mistake
A butterfly in a web
Inside this cocoon I'm encased
A mugged man in Central Park
Without any bear spray or mace
Still sometimes inside my mind
You lay naked on the rug
As I come closer you extend
Your arms out for a hug
As I approach I fall in the hole
That you freshly dug...
I got squashed by
the fly swatter of love
just like a bug
MESSY ROOM By Tom Jensen
The smoke from my cigarette
encases me like a tomb
As the aura of my bitterness
becomes happier with gloom
Don't you fret but can't you sense
the oncoming distress?
When you live inside your mind
because this world is a mess
Yes, there is danger out on the street
Faces of anger for you to meet
And some even stranger
and others you can't see
The chosen ones that always were
Along with those that'll never be
What we have found are many faces walking
While looking down at the ground
Hear the echoing of malicious words
The first time they were ever heard
See the small hands that have grown
And the fists that have been thrown
Traversing the uneven roads
that we have traveled
While watching the moral fabric that's unraveled
When a sweaty palm fuses with cold steel
A hand extends but does not feel
A pokered-face turns the tables after a bad deal
As fantasy vengeance has now become real
Pent-up aggression can no longer be concealed
Aim is taken and fate is sealed
Two eyes full of blood are suddenly revealed
As fantasy vengeance has now become real
Don't you fret but can't you sense
the oncoming distress?
When you live inside your mind
because this world is a mess
TEN FEET TALL by Tom Jensen
When you feel worn down
Like you're lacking control
Think of how far you've come
Not how far you have to go
I'm your lover awaiting your safe return
What keeps me warm is this love that burns
When you're lost in the cold
And don't know which way to turn
Think of my heart and soul
You're for what I yearn...
With you... I'm ten feet tall
And the world it seems so small
But I'm up so high...
Who will catch me when I fall?
It should be you since you put me here
Yet never before have I seen so clear
If you're lost in a blizzard feeling alone
Listen to my voice it'll lead you home
Your warm touch of tenderness
My flashlight in this wilderness
Through my descent down from way up on high
You've shown me what it is to be on the other side
With you... I'm ten feet tall and the world it seems so small
But I'm up so high... Who will catch me when I fall?
It should be you since you put me here
Yet never before have I seen so clear
When you're lost in the cold
Don't know which way to turn
Think of my heart and soul
You're for what I yearn...
STRANDED
by Tom Jensen
Hanging by a rope
We each cling to hope
Stranded on an island
Where screams fall silent
Giant crashing waves
No hope of being saved
Sailor standing on a dock
Sunrise is his clock
The moon rising overhead
The sailor falls dead
The tide comes rolling in
The cycle ends
A new one begins
NO THANKS BABE By Tom Jensen
I said no thanks babe
No I don’t want that
If you end up looking like your momma
That’ll be too damn fat
I’m not looking for a one-night stand
I’m looking for a wife
Not looking to just share my bed
Looking to share my whole life
It’s not easy
chopping down family trees
They call me the gardener
when I’m raking up your leaves
How many men
have you been with?
Any history of disease?
I need to know it all
So answer if you please
CONCRETE PEOPLE
by Tom Jensen
Concrete people like to hide behind gold
Concrete people will collect what they're owed
Concrete people leave you out in the cold
Concrete people hate most to be exposed
Concrete people ain't got no souls
They traded them in for high priced clothes
Concrete people with their hearts of stone
Even sold out my beloved rock and roll
Concrete people never hang their heads low
Concrete people never let their feelings show
Concrete people keep their statues in rows
Concrete people always reap what they sow
But me, I ain't no concrete man
I mess things up every now and then
I slave for those who do me wrong
And I find relief in the rock and roll song
Rock and roll song
Rock and roll song
Concrete people think I'm wasting my time
Concrete people never step out of line
Concrete people hate the shirt that I wear
Concrete people find me too hard to bare
Concrete people ain't got no souls ...
They traded them in for high priced clothes
Concrete people with their hearts of stone
Even sold out my beloved rock and roll
And me, I ain't no concrete man
I mess things up every now and then
Slave for those who do me wrong
And I find relief in a rock 'n roll song
Rock and roll song
Rock and roll song
Rock and roll song
KNOWING THE KNOW by Tom Jensen
I don’t try to teach
I don’t try to preach
That’s not the way
That people get reached
When I speak
I don’t try to say
I don’t try to tell
You’re not looking to buy
I’m not trying to sell
I just try to show
And you know...
That that works pretty well
You don’t have to be a farmer
In order to live off the land
Nor do you have to be taught
In order to understand
You choosing right or wrong
Whether you build or you break
Is not the reason I sing this song
Or why I fight through all this heartache
Some people just get it
They just know the know
But the amount of time it takes for the others
Is so, so slow
I don’t know what all the reasons are
Why it takes so much time
I haven’t figured out everything yet
Why some people are so goddamn blind!
SUMMER'S THE TIME
by Tom Jensen
Summer's the time just to let the sun shine
To relax and unwind
To be worry free a leave the past behind
What do you see up there in the clouds?
I see a rocket ship that's never coming down
What do you see in the sky?
I marvel at the beauty of a blue jay
in midflight right before my eyes
Summer's the time
Grab a friend and come along
Forget what went wrong
Spend a day filled with laughter and song
Tell me how does it feel?
Like the troubles of the world
Are so far away they're gone?
I'm glad you took my advice
But what took you so long?
Summer's the time
To find some peace of mind
It's the year's new dawn
A time to renew your strength
So you can carry on...
So come on!
So come on... So come on... So come on... So come on...
So come on... So come on... So come on...
Come on!
OCEANSIDE by Tom Jensen
Here I sit by the
side of the ocean
Wondering just what
the ocean sees in me
Sometimes I wonder if
I should go swimming?
If in this game
I'm playing I'm winning?
And if when the man
in the moon looks down
He's really grinning?
And if there's a God
Does he always know
When I'm sinning?
And if there's a God
Did he know this is how
My world would be?
For it's three o'clock
in the morning
And I ain't been to bed
Still trying to sort out all those
Hopes and dreams
That've been floatin'
around in my head
It's all on my shoulders now
And there are still
answers to find
Somewhere and somehow
At least one more
mountain to climb
Pictured it in my mind
It's only been truly seen
by the blind
And traversed by the lame
With peaks of pleasure
Guarded by valleys of pain
Where once you've
tasted the water
You'll never be thirsty again
But the problem isn't where but when?
WHICH IS WHICH By tom jensen
I know that you know that
Sometimes this world
can turn cold
And that some times
Untruths must be told
And that we have to tell lies…
To those we love the most…
We must shield their
ears and eyes…
I know that you know that
Some things are
and aren’t meant to be
And also that some things
you can touch and feel
but never see
But beware and be aware…
Because they’re still there…
Feelings are sight for the blind…
I know that you know that
Some fears are apparitions
that aren’t really there
And that some fears
Really make you scared
So it’s best to realize…
Discern which is which…
That’s when they’ll
call you wise…
I know that you know that
some people come and go
And also that some people
won’t ever leave you alone
And I know the reason why…
I don’t have wings…
But I can still fly…
Yes, I can still fly
MY BEST FRIENDS by Tom Jensen
One day at a time
Step by step
Suck toxins down
With every breath
In my time of weakness
I was never all alone
I despise the day
Tobacco seeds were sewn
Hand in hand
Right by my side
And when we went
Our separate ways
A part of me died
My twenty little friends
Though small in size
Became my foes
Whom I now despise
When the truth is clear
They kill you slow
There’s no pleading ignorance
When everybody knows
FOREVER By Tom Jensen
In overwhelming complexity
Is where I find the most simplicity
Especially when it comes down to you and me
During times that some minds
might deem as adversity
Well I shine for it seems
to bring out the best in me
I have yet to fail when you've tested me
For what could have brought out the worst in me
It keeps leading me on towards one certainty...
That both you and me we were meant to be
Together?
Together...
Forever?
Forever...
Once upon a time I wasn't sure
But I don't feel that way anymore
In this love story there's a lesson learned
True love is the fire that doesn't burn
It keeps you safe you feel cozy and warm
Together?
Together...
Forever?
Forever...
FIELDS OF TIME By Tom Jensen
I've been growing up
And am slowly becoming a man
I'm twenty- four years old
And doing the best that I can
I've got big dreams
But I've had to put them on hold
Thus the way it presently
looks to me
Is that my one true calling
might never be
As my big book of poetry
Just keeps on getting
dusty and old
And the people
who I am trying to help
They no longer trust in me
Gave up on waiting for me
To finally fulfill my destiny
Such a waste of a mind like mine
Wasting its time on carpentry
I've got to simply find the time
To collect up my rhymes
If it is still not too late
To change the world's fate
Because some of my stuff
is so great
Somebody has to publish me
Just look at all the seeds I've sewn
Look and see how they've grown
Throughout the fields of time
It damn near blew my mind
That nearly all the weeds are gone
Oh see the sun
and how it shines
Not a single cloud left in the sky
Now I don't mean
to sound so surprised...
If there's a God
then he or she knows
Just how hard I have tried
He or she sees the seas
I have swam
And knows all
the mountains I've climbed
Sees how much I have grown
Knows of all the tears
I have cried
Senses every fear that I hide
When no one cares that I am
Sitting here all alone
Pondering how to get
blood from a stone
But lately I have since
changed my tune
I now get to see
the flowers in bloom
Reaping the rewards
of years of hard work
On this lazy afternoon
Feeling the sun and its warmth
As if every month is
April, May or June
THERE IT GOES by Tom Jensen
Ninety nine percent of my time is spent alone
And I give the one percent to the f*cking hoes
I’m good for dick and not much else
I have a hard time controlling myself
Those that I love I hurt the most
In time you’ll find I’ve become a ghost
You think you see me
I’m not really there
Behind my fake concern
I don’t really care
Ninety nine percent of my time is spent alone
And I give the one percent to the f*cking hoes
She turns a trick… Well that’s a treat
We get a room… Take her off the street
Hey babe
How ‘bout breakfast in bed
Could you give me a hand?
And maybe some head
Ninety nine percent of my time is spent alone
And I give the one percent to the f*cking hoes
Some have a job… and others have a hobby
I got an excuse to leave… when hard gets floppy
I leave ‘em hot
And I leave ‘em soggy
I leave ‘em cold
With no, “I’m sorry”
Ninety nine percent of my time is spent alone
And I give the one percent to the f*cking hoes
You better get it while you can…
And there it goes
STORY OF MY LIFE by Tom Jensen
I just picked up my pen
It’s been God knows when
Since I really tried
To see something through to the end
And now I’m back at it again
Don’t know just where to begin
Sifting through the rubble
Digging myself out of trouble
Won’t someone come and burst my bubble?
Unentrap me and I’ll simply walk away happily
I’m just waiting for the time to be right
Always hesitating…
That’s the story of my life
Probably cost me a dozen loving wives
To think that I might have made it
Had I acted on what I knew
Everyone knows I’ve always said it
But why are there some things
That we can just never do?
FOURTEEN DAYS
by , Tom Jensen Big Suna
Nine o'clock in the morning
And I'm yawning
I can't get out of bed
Can it be that I'm dreaming
'Cause this feeling
Is still inside my head
And my soul has been lifted
It has drifted
Tryin' to fly away
and although I'm still tired
I'm inspired at the start
of a brand new day
I haven't played
in fourteen days
Just laid in bed
and hid away
I covered my tracks
and then I covered my head
I haven't played
in fourteen days
Just following my foolish ways
I'm takin' my time
so don't you think
that I'm dead
And I never heard
a single word
of what they said:
Behind my back
Or in front of my face
Hmmm....
Yeah!
Alright!
Ooh...hoo...hoo...
Nine o'clock in the morning
and I'm yawning
I can't get out of bed
Can it be that I'm dreaming
'Cause this feeling
Is still inside my head
And my soul has been lifted
it has drifted
tryin' to fly away
and although I'm still tired
I'm inspired
at the start
of a brand new day
I haven't played in fourteen days
Just laid in bed and hid away
I covered my tracks
and then I covered my head
I haven't played
in fourteen days
Just following my foolish ways
I'm takin' my time
so don't you think
that I'm dead
Fourteen days
and fourteen nights
But I tell you I'm alright...
And deep down inside I'm new
you will find out that it's true
Hoo!
BEWARE OF THE SNOOGINS by Tom Jensen
I said…
Beware of the snoogins
— yeah, yeah
You said you knew what you were doing — yeah, yeah
Your mistakes are far from few and in between in…
Sometimes…
You give the word fu%ed up a whole meaning
You say I'm hurting myself
I say better than hurting someone else
Oh oh you make a little lovin'
Ah ah bun in the oven
Uh oh splish splash, get fat
Uh uh dumpster baby in the trash
Oh oh drive to the pier
Uh uh all your problems disappear
Uh oh daughter in the water
Uh uh son added to the slaughter
These crazy kids today...
They don't know what they're doing
They're killing themselves...
each other.... And lives are being ruined
Mom and dad are too busy working
To know son Johnny is a real f*%^@g jerk
And...
It's just more time on this rhyme
That I got to spend working
Poor, poor teacher
Stuck with problem child Billy
What the little boy needs is some attention
Instead he gets slapped silly
I said beware of the snoogins — yeah, yeah
You said you knew what you were doing — yeah, yeah
Your mistakes are far from few and in between in
Sometimes you give the word fu%ed up a whole meaning
You say I'm hurting myself
I say better than hurting someone else
Oh oh Ah ah Uh oh Uh uh
You make a little lovin'
Bun in the oven
Splish splash
Get fat
Dumpster baby in the trash...
ROCK STAR DREAMS by Tom Jensen
I’ve been living for a legacy since seventeen
That’s when music filled my head with rock star dreams
I’ve been tightrope walking
up against the razor’s edge of infinity
Since perception is just one’s illusion of reality
It’s not strange for my brain to change the scenery
Sure, they say the truth comes with a price
Sometimes you give more than just your life
Paying the ultimate sacrifice
You say you don’t think twice
But we ALWAYS think twice…
I was craving
Retracing my past
There were things worth saving
I see that looking back
What now seems ancient
A newly uncovered artifact
I’ve been contemplating
How best to back track
What will be waiting?
A part of me’s afraid to ask
I’ve been living to be a legend
Since the age of twenty seven
I’m always giving in to the present
That’s the quickest way to get to heaven
Lately I’ve been debating
How much more blood we should keep bleeding
It’s increasingly frustrating
Being forced to follow someone else’s misleading
I’ve been growing nervous of everything I believe in
I don’t wanna be led by rhyme I’d rather be led by reason
Like you, I’m still trying to find more of my kind
I keep hoping for a world that’s fair…
We know it’ll never be even
HEAVY MACHINES By Tom Jensen
I try to comprehend infinity
While operating heavy machinery
And that’s just by using my brain
While slowly jogging in the passing lane
Of time and space and rhyme and plane
I’m trying to see just what makes me
Superior to royalty probably because of my belief
In fairness and equality
to the nth degree for all humanity
Which unfortunately includes
the sufferers of insanity
Stupidity, vanity…
Are you kidding me?
I have to fight for them, too?
Couldn’t we just let them be?
For each one of them
just add one to get their I.Q. – yup….it’s two….
When that’s your crew what the hell you gonna do?
It sure beats me…So I ask you
The time has come
Something must be done
The time has come
We are the chosen ones
The time has come
No longer can we run from this
Sure I talked a lot of s%^t
But I never made a stand
Can’t take back any of it
Well that’s not what I have planned
Time to let the new revolution begin
All this time I’ve been blaming myself
When I should have been blaming you and you….
And her and him
This crazy look inside my eye
Should tell you a little bit about me
There’s so much that I despise
So many things that keep me from being free
So let us make a list of the biggest causes
Of our collective misery
LONELY CLOUDS by Tom Jensen
I find myself in a deep dark place
Looked in the mirror but couldn’t see my face
I tried to get up yet I could not stand
Held onto a memory but couldn’t feel my hands
So with this sky above so full of gloom
Foreshadowing impending doom
I’m thinking I’d be better off
Staying inside of my room
Such a thick layer of clouds
Seems the sun’ll never break through
And the way I feel about the weather
Is the same way I feel about you
Cold, dismal and dreary
Whenever you are near me
Everything has changed somehow
Once bright, happy and cheery
Things used to be so clear to me
But now there are only lonely clouds
Another Monday morning
Following a near sleepless Sunday night
Groggy, tired and yawning
Seems to be the story of my life
Waking up to a cold and breezy
September morning
Feeling uneasy without any kind of warning
Perhaps I had a bad dream
that I can’t remember
A door to my mind burst at the seams
and I had to enter
Ghosts from my past are no longer trapped
And they are slowly gaining control
Skeletons from my closet now ask
Will you finally pay us what you owe?
Sleeping dogs have all begun to bark
There is just no avoiding this fact
Each day earlier the earth grows dark
Every night the sky shades a richer black
So with this sky above so full of gloom
Foreshadowing impending doom
I’m thinking I’d be better off
Staying inside of my room
Such a thick layer of clouds
Seems the sun’ll never break through
And the way I feel about the weather
Is the same way I feel about you
Cold, dismal and dreary
Whenever you are near me
Everything has changed somehow
Once bright, happy and cheery
Things used to be so clear to me
But now there are only lonely clouds
BEATS GROWING CORN By Tom Jensen
I’m just a farmer
growing marijuana
I don’t wanna harm ya
I’m not trying to alarm ya
Just here to tell you
That I bought a new shotgun
With the name on it of anyone caught
Trying to snatch my crops and run
I built some giant fences
To use as my defenses
Against anyone here
not coming to their senses
Grandma’s in the tower
feeling like king of the hill
She drools while she chews bullets
She’s got great aim and shoots to kill
My wife is in the greenhouse
pickin’ all my crops
While my youngest son spends his time
keeping an eye out for the cops
I’m not gonna harm ya
Not trying to alarm ya
Just be weary when you visit
a marijuana farmer
Wintertme around this place
you couldn’t feel any higher
Whenever we get cold we toss
another plant into the fire
The heat is always set
between eighty and ninety-five
It’s actually amazing
that we’re still alive
We’re just simple folks
having fun before we’re old
If you’re ever passing by
come on in from the cold
The door is always open
and the fire’s always warm
We all think that this is the life…
Hell….It sure beats growing corn
END OF THE ROAD
by Tom Jensen
I saw the light burning in your eyes
That alone should come as no surprise
I followed you... so many others have tried
When you said, "Yes"
a bitter part of me died
Lead me to the end of the road
Where the sun sets down
To the end of the road
Where true happiness is found
To the end of the road
On the other side of town
To the end of the road
To where they finally lay me down
So many roads that I've walked down
Lying in the street so many things I've found
In the unswept corners
is where the dirt hides
Where many people and things
can give you a ride
Lead me to the end of the road
Where the sun sets down
To the end of the road
Where true happiness is found
To the end of the road
On the other side of town
To the end of the road
To where they finally lay me down...
My shoes are wearing out
Almost time for another pair
But I'll wear the ones I've got
Until I get there...
Until I get there...
Now I see the light burning in your eyes
That alone comes as no surprise
Following you I no longer live a lie
Out on the dark path I have found my guide
To lead me to the end of the road
Where the sun sets down
To the end of the road
Where true happiness is found
To the end of the road
On the other side of town
To the end of the road
To where they finally lay me down...
Finally lay me down...
Finally lay me down...
Down
LEAVING YOUR ROOTS by Tom Jensen
The pictures hanging on the wall
Paint the story of a hundred faces
The sparkle shining from my eyes
Should show you that I've traveled to so many places
I've been to France
I've been to Italy
But I'll never tell a soul
Just what that did to me
The fact that I ended up back here
Without reasons explained may seem unclear
Yet in order to clarify... you may ask me to verify...
But I cannot certify ... that I have been purified
The pictures hanging on the wall
Paint the story of a hundred faces
The sparkle shining from my eyes
Should show you that I've traveled to so many places
Sometimes it's hard to leave your roots
Especially in the name of such trivial pursuits
Sometimes it's hard to leave your roots
Especially in the name of such trivial pursuits
Sometimes it's hard to leave your roots
(leaving your roots)
Especially in the name of such trivial pursuits
(trivial pursuits)
Sometimes it's hard to leave your roots
(leaving your roots)
Especially in the name of such trivial,
trivial pursuits...
PENNYWISE
by Tom Jensen
You can't be spiritual and material
It just goes against the grand paradigm
It's the same as saying you're pound foolish
Then just what's the point of being pennywise?
Oh...it's a rainy day
And with all those pennies saved
Oh...what will you spend them on?
Oh...it's a rainy day
As Nimbus clouds float overhead
Oh...how long until they're gone?
And all your money's been spent
On trinkets and other such trivial things
As you find your time has been lent
Not to paupers but to those who just wish to be kings
And queens who acquired their wealth
On broken dreams and other such self-serving schemes
On sickness not health caring only about the ends
And not about those who were caught in between
Or who's left out in the cold
Claiming that's out of their control
For it surely has no worth
If it's not something you can hold...
You can't be spiritual and material
It just goes against the grand paradigm
It's the same as saying you're pound foolish
Then just what's the point of being pennywise?
Oh...it's a rainy day
And with all those pennies saved
Oh...what will you spend them on?
Oh...it's a rainy day
As Nimbus clouds float overhead
Oh...how long until they're gone?
How long until they're gone?
LEARN FROM THE MASTERS
by Tom Jensen
Today is the day I know that I will make it
When I was cast from the mold
Who would know that I'd break it?
In bitter fits of jealousy
There are those who can't take it
Pretend to walk in my shoes
When they know that they fake it
Be yourself don't try to be me
Open the door that'll set you free
My pen name Bob Dylan Junior is gone
I've stepped into the shoes
of a man named Tom
A poet, a writer, who dabbles in song
And learns from the masters
What he's known all along
Since I am a poet
I will fight you only with my pen
I'll drag your name through the mud
And then drag it through again
There's no need for fists
For fighting only leaves you bruised
I've learned that paper cuts never heal
When everybody has heard the news
When made known is your reputation
Then I win and you lose
Since I am a poet
I will try my very best
To separate myself from all others
And try to stand above the rest
Searching for what
hasn't yet been written
Though there's not much
that Dylan left
Be yourself don't try to be me
Open the door that'll set you free
My pen name Bob Dylan Junior is gone
I've stepped into the shoes
Of a man named Tom
A poet, a writer, who dabbles in song
And learns from the masters
What he's known all along
OH JUANITA by Tom Jensen
Oh Juanita....
Tell me the reasons why
You're collecting commissions
Off the rise and fall of people’s lives
Oh Juanita...
Tell me why did you lie?
I know it was for money
But what are the reasons behind...
Why some look and see people as colors
While others see people in binary code?
Why do the Jones make everybody jealous?
As the herd gets lured down Slaughter Road
Breath my last gasp breathe
Right before my financial death
As you place me in a pile
Along with all the rest...
When I told you to your face
That you were a disgrace
To the entire human race
No, you didn't like that...........
So quickly in haste
You cried... then you tried
To punch me in the face
I watched as you fell flat
Ha ha....
I just had to laugh:
What they say about me is that:
"He can be brilliant when he's being either cynical or lyrical"
What they say about you is that:
"She's such a b%tch I bet she pours black coffee on her cereal"
What do they say about me...oh gee...
"He grew up to be my child's hero"
What do they say about you...oooh
"She sends letters to people reducing them to numbers...
She spends too much time counting ones and zeros"
Oh Juanita...
you know I wrote this song for you
So that all of your friends
Can ask these questions of you:
Oh Juanita why do you lie?
Do you do it just for the money?
Does it make you feel superior?
Does it boost your sense of pride?
Oh Juanita...you make me wanna cry
LIGHT OR THE WHITE By Tom Jensen
It’s the same faces
In the same room
Only a different night
Just another wasted day
But it’s much more complicated
Than just wrong versus right
Dreams cast aside
And soon vanish out of sight
You better chose your side correctly
When it’s the light against the white
You can get pleasure through people
Or pleasure through things
But when the ship starts sinking
It’s time to cut your strings
Time to cut the lines
And make up your mind
Either lead the pack
Or else follow behind
The white or the light
It’s the fight of your life
Better choose right
Both cut like a knife
Either lifesaving surgery
Or else amputation
It’s a full time job
And there ain’t no vacation
IT COULD BE YOU
by Tom Jensen Sandy
It could be you… Who makes my life complete
It could be you… The one who saves me from defeat
It could be you… The heart that sets my soul afire
It could be you…The one thing on this earth which I desire
It could be you… The reason I stay awake all night
It could be you… The best reason for my eyes to have sight
It could be you… Why all the others could never stay
It could be you…How I know everything’ll be okay
It could be you…. Why I’m blind toward other girls
It could be you…. Why I’m not deceived by shining pearls
It could be you… How I know that the best is inside
It could be you… The one single truth in a great ball of lies
It could be you… Why I’d let a good thing go
It could be you… That tells me everything I need to know
It could be you… For whom I’d risk all that I’ve gained
It is you… Why I’ll never be the same
It is true that I love you...
That is this song's new refrain
It could be you....
It could be you...
Yes it is you
SPREADING THE WORD by Tom Jensen
I just cracked my first beer
But I ain’t much fun
‘til I had about eight more
That’s the only way I don’t think so clear
As I forget the harsh reality
That this world has in store
I imagine it’s mostly the same
For just about everybody like me
At least that’s what I claim
At least that’s what, so far, I see
The whole world’s going to hell
Because of money, because of technology
Because of greed
And of course it doesn’t help
When you’ve got six billion people
More than you need
Man’s the only animal who takes prisoners
The only species where
Someone can get something for nothing
We’re the only ones who pay taxes for welfare
We’re the only ones who hold
A finger on the button
Darwin was right
About everybody but us
We could use another plague…
We could use another flood
Many secretly agree with what I say
But no one’s willing to board that bus
We could use another world war
So we can spill some more of our blood
Yeah, there’s many who agree
But then say, “What…Who…Me?”
Would rather be sitting on the fence
Than hanging from a tree
No, no, no
They’d never make that big of sacrifice
No, no, no
They’d never take that advice
They only say, “You first!”
To which I respond, “Now that’s absurd!”
“If I was in the back of a hearse
Then there’d be no one left to spread the word.”
ALL IN GOOD TIME
by Tom Jensen
All in good time....
All in good time....
All in good time....
All in good time....
All in good time....
All in good time....
You will find what will find you
So don't let what's been left behind ever define you
As you learn that the world turns and time does, too
You know it's true
Let yourself heal and then become real again and
That's when you'll know... Your body, mind and your soul
Can love again
Can live again
That's when your flower can grow
Right now your pedals are closed
And I will share your secret
so nobody else will ever know that...
All in good time
GIFT
by Tom Jensen
Sometimes I make myself cry...
We both know it's true
While other guys might lie...
I try to swallow my pride
It's a gift
It's a gift I give to you
Everybody dances for money
I dance for free
Everybody dances for money
I dance for free
Everybody's a slave to do something
I work for humanity
Everybody's got something to sell you
Is what they've been telling me
Everybody's got something to sell you
Is what they've been telling me
I stopped falling for advertisements
Once I bought into poverty
(Oh...come on boy!)
You don't care about the name you wear
When you don't have enough to eat
You don't care about the name you wear
When you don't have enough to eat
Lace and frills lead to unpaid bills
No electricity, water and heat
Once you have everything in life
There's nothing left to do but give
Once you have everything in life
There's nothing left to do but give
Just free yourself from this rat race
And say that you've lived
Sometimes I make myself cry...
We both know it's true
While other guys might lie...
I try to swallow my pride
It's a gift
It's a gift I give to you
BATTLE CRY by Tom Jensen
When our battle cry is save our shanty town
Then your duty to your country is served
When their false flag comes crashing down
You'll finally get what you deserve
So before we pledge our allegiance again
Best to know which side
we’re really fighting for
For in this battle not everyone bleeds
No guns nor swords used in this kind of war
This is the fight for your soul
And it’s a battle of wills
In which your only friend is yourself
because bad advice kills
You'll need the strongest of convictions
Because very few ever change sides
Needless to say you must
choose wisely if you want to stay alive
So many say but not many do
Deceive with bitter lies
Only speak in half-truths
For this war for information
Is plagued by veils and disguise
The media is a just puppet
That tells tall tales and lies
While the words of politicians ooze
Campaign speeches and promises so great
They'll say the choice now rests with you
You and your state control our nation’s fate
Oh the false prophets are many
In a world full of masks
Some get paid to make up facts
When someone crooked gets attacked
Yet the game is fixed
And it’s the board game RISK
And your country is the one that’s sacrificed
Because it wasn't your hands
that rolled the dice
When our battle cry
is save our shanty town
Then our duty to our country is served
When their false flag comes crashing down
We'll finally get what we deserve
DEAD SILENCE
by Justin Osowiecki Tom Jensen
I'm just another face
Here on the train
We fade, no names are exchanged
On the train
So close, so distant
Here on the train
No words, no words spoken
On our train
Whistle blows
On and off they flow
Dead silence all around
Empty eyes so cold
Dead silence surrounds me
Same suitcases, same routine
Nothing seems to change
Different faces, different names
Still nothing changes
Dead silence....
It's just another day
Here on the train
VOICES WITH FACES by Tom Jensen
I see faces on the wall
Mimicking my reflection
As I am pacing the hall
Without any direction
Eyes are crossed
Ts are dotted
I feel their stares
I’ve been spotted
My conscience has been multiplied
As voices now have faces
Fantasy and reality undivide
No longer kept in separate spaces
The walls are now closing in
The faces now are laughing clowns
The future will show just where I’ve been
The ceiling just came crashing down
Bloodied flesh
Splintered bone
Together mesh
Into one alone
ON DEFENSE by Tom Jensen
Sitting here all alone
Keeping one eye on the clock
And the other on the door
Should I go home?
Knowing this madness won't stop
And just sit back and relax
And see what's in store?
When your memory finally gives in
And you forget about where you've been
You can only think about where you're going
Hiding the pain that you can't relieve
All those lost feelings you find so hard to retrieve
Those thoughts you think that
You shouldn't be showing
Yet it is that which you truly believe
That so many others find it hard to conceive
That you know deep inside
That everyone should be knowing
Caught up here in the rat race of time
Slowly separating from the rest of mankind
Can't seem to free myself from my own mind
Whatever lies ahead
I am willing to leave it all behind
Sitting here on the fence, man
Waiting for some kind of sign
Wanting to see the master plan
Through the eyes of the divine
Yet my patience is wearing thin
Perhaps I'll let this night pass
As I'm sleeping and let a new day begin
And continue my search
for something to believe in
SOLVING PROBLEMS by Tom Jensen
Precision beats power and timing beats speed
I walk up to the biggest motherf*cker
and see that he’s afraid of me
My defiance and disdain
Act as my suit of armor
Your reliance on the same old same old
Leaves you distressed while I get calmer
When things change
Chaos thrives
Those stuck in chains
Will not survive
Minds with walls
Will not evolve
The riddle remains
The puzzle’s unsolved
Cunning and wit can have the same effect
To soothe the savage into deep introspect
Or else prove to the farmer he’s incorrect
That a peaceful life is what is best
Yeah, you told me the price
And yet knew not the value
The trouble was the bubble
They been trying to sell you
It’s gonna burst there’s no doubt
You were the first man in but the last one out
You lost your shirt, your spouse and then your house
You’re playing in the dirt
so why you still running your mouth?
Punk! Life just damn knocked you’re ass out!
I suggest you stop talking and think about it
Cork that kettle before you go off spouting
Oh sh*t… he’s still dribbling toxins
And just the sight of him is making me nauseous
When I get like this it’s best to be cautious
It can lead to flying fists or else me dropping logic
I got answers to your questions
either way the problem’s gettin’ solved, kid!
Precision beats power and timing beats speed
I walk up to the biggest mother*cker
and see that he’s afraid of me
TIRED by Tom Jensen
We sat out in the rain because
We were just so tired of screwing up
A clap of thunder and she didn’t blink
She’s been hit with everything but the kitchen sink
Standing tall when you should have ducked
It’s quickest way to get f*cked up
As you’re the one left out in the rain
You think it’s time that maybe you changed
Got caught in the river and its turbulent flow
Got used to things that no woman should know
Got a decision that’s only yours to make
Got a way out… yeah you got an escape
You can go live with your brother
He ain’t been right since mother
Caught her sister in bed with father
Yeah, they were all over each other
They ended up having a daughter
My family tree’s now is a jungle
Rather than face the hot water
They pretended her dad was her uncle
Your brother has a farm in Topeka
And you know he would sure love to see ya
You could stay there and pick up the pieces
Spent some time with the nephews and nieces
HOPE FLOATS By Tom Jensen
Rise up, rise up and follow me...
For I've been sent to help defend
Good old democracy
From all you corporate kids
Who've failed to see...
What's blowing is more than just the breeze
There's lots of negative energy
Coming from your cries of
“What's in it for me?”
Won't you kindly
Oh pretty please
Show me or tell me:
What do you love about yourself?
Come on now, honestly...
Surely it'll end up no surprise
When we all see far worse
Than sad eyes and bruised pride
When the U.S.S. Enterprise
Is engaged in Star Wars
As we all run for our lives...
If we just let things be...
We'll find that our state of mind
Will be in a state of remorse
Ooh...there is and will be great misery
If we get too greedy
Actually, we may already be
Swallowed up by an endless sea
Inside the big black hole
Known as the status quo
Sure, they can sink my boat
But they can't take my hope
That's still beyond anyone's control
So with that it's time for me to go...
Telling everyone I know
There's something better
Waiting down the road
Just what it is
I can't wait to see...
And who'll be
Standing next to me
Well, time will show
GREEN EYES by Tom Jensen
If I could capture this emotion
I’d lock it away down the bottom of the ocean
Uncertainty don’t mean anything to me
I’m just biding my time
While hiding in my rhyme
And I’ll be here long after closing time
Hitting my bong and getting along
‘Cause insanity … it don’t mean anything to me
There ya read it… I said it
And now it’s in my book of poetry
If I could turn back this clock
Pause the tick, tick, tock
Reset everybody’s score to zero
At least then I’d be somebody’s hero
No rich and no poor
No ceiling and no floor
No more stacking the deck no more
Feed the starving children
Watch the fat man as he wastes away
My precious advice
Is that the world is paying the price
You could save a life for about a buck a day…
Hey, hey, hey
And yet the men and women
Who run the country
They only see things one way
They only see the color green
Following the system that their fathers made
While so much slips by unseen
Old tired green eyes - so much slips past
Old tired green eyes - the shadow has been cast
Old tired green eyes-
Time has shown will never last
Old tired green eyes-
Cannot see a world spinning so fast
The old ways only worked in the old days
So when you hear the words “mental set”
You better clear the deck
The rich living off the poor
We know we can't have that anymore
The poor living off the rich
Hey man, fu$% that sh#%
You wanna know where it's at?
Well I can't tell you where it is
But I can sure tell
That it’s all going to hell real fast
Because we’re all a bunch of hypocrites
I think that I know you…
But do I really know me?
Am I still a slave to something I can’t see?
I can feel deep down…
Something changing inside of me
How have I somehow become so dull…
Dull towards all this pain I see?
Those who should lead
Are too busy pointing fingers
Those who are pointed at
They just head up for the hills
And as the dead get carried away
Their memory still lingers
Because it’s well known
That equality don’t pay the bills
Money, money, money
Got to get me some
Money, money, money
Don’t care where it comes from
Money, money, money
I need it to survive
Money, money, money
I get paid a thousand dollars per lie
BOTTOM OF THE LAKE
by Tom Jensen
My heart is now my best friend
No longer my enemy
I've finally said goodbye to you
And said hello to me
The path we walked was winding
At least we weren't alone
But when yourself you're finding
Sometimes you must walk alone
I swim through my memories
As you're drowned by the waves
Tears roll off your eyes
Over the love that could not be saved
When it's time to sink or swim
It's already too late
Bubbles float up through the water
I'm at the bottom of the lake
You look at me in confusion
From your eye drops another tear
As you offer me your hand
I think it's better down here
Don't call for a rescue
Whatever you do...
I jumped in the water
To free myself from you
This boulder shackled to my ankle
Has become my new best friend
We'll be soul mates forever
Until the very end
Don't call for a rescue
Whatever you do...
As heavy as my new friend is
He's just a feather compared to you
My heart is now my best friend
No longer my enemy
I've finally said goodbye to you
And said hello to me
(and my boulder)
I'm at the bottom of the lake
(with my boulder)
I'm at the bottom of the lake
(with my boulder)
I'm at the bottom of the lake
(with my boulder)
I'm at the bottom of the lake
(with my boulder)
GAME By Tom Jensen
The coach called my number
So I stepped up to the plate
The pitcher threw the ball
But I swung too late
Two strikes left
I'm down in the count
I know I can't give up
As I hear the fans shout
Again the pitcher threw the ball
After he checked the sign
A ball way outside
But the empire is blind
He called strike two
As the catcher smiled
Now I'm down and out
Swinging at anything that comes
It's the bottom of the ninth
And we need a home run
Now the pitcher does
What he has to do
He threw another pitch
And I swung right through
Now he's jumping up
With his fists tightly clenched
As I put my head down
Walking on back to the bench
Time for the winners and the losers
To each go their separate ways
We both had our chances
In the game we just played
Time to clear my ears
Of all their constant ringing
But I took my shot
At least I went down swinging
As the stadium quiets down
After the outcome has been revealed
Everybody leaves the park
There's only grass left on the field
Just my luck
The clouds begin to rain
But as I scratch my head
I remember that tomorrow
There will be another game
YOU CAN NEVER RUN AWAY FROM YOURSELF
by Tom Jensen
I lay on the ground
As I feel death’s cold eyes
Even in defeat
I am not taken by surprise
I am my own rock
By no man’s law I abide
In desperate times
You can look for a place to hide
But you can never
Run away from yourself
In good times and bad times
In sickness and health
There’s no escape when trouble
Has already come
For you can never take back anything
That you have done
I lay on the ground
As I feel death’s cold eyes
Even in defeat
I am not taken by surprise
I am my own rock
By no man’s law I abide
In desperate times
You can look for a place to hide
But you can never
Run away from yourself
In good times and bad times
In sickness and health
Never run away from yourself…
FUZZY MATH by Tom Jensen
(Feist parody of 1,2,3,4)
Voice of George W. Bush speaking:
Well hello little Jenna...this is a song that my daddy used to sing to me...
it's called: fuzzy math...
Four, three, one, two
So much work we don't wanna do
Three, two, one, four
That's what God made minorities for
This is exactly what my daddy said to me
When I was young
he sat me down on his knee
When you're born so insanely rich
There's no reason why
you can't be prejudice
Guatemalans came here to cut the grass
For those of us who are high class
While Haitians floated over on a raft
To work at nursing homes
wiping grandma's a$$
Columbians grow coffee
and sometimes sell cocaine
Those silly little Mexicans
love working in the rain
Not sure whatcha call
the ones that clean our house
But at least they do something
unlike those blacks down south
We were born so insanely rich
Perhaps that's why
we're so prejudice
Eleventeen, three, six, five and eight
Growing up wealthy, white
and ignorant is great
Now tell me daddy...
Why'd we really go to war?
So many die...
Just what are they fighting for?
He said, "Well honey, think of the world
as a great big machine…
That runs off a whole bunch
of oil and gasoline…
And you know those sand people
can get pretty mean…
That's why we're so glad Dick Cheney's
on our team"
We were born so insanely rich
Perhaps that's why we're so prejudice
Eleventeen, three, six, five and eight
Growing up wealthy, white
and ignorant is great
Three, four, two, one
And now my song is done
SHE DON’T COME EASY
by Tom Jensen and Ringo Starr
(spoof of IT DON’T COME EASY by Ringo Starr)
One, two,
One, two, three, four!
She don’t cum easy
You know she don’t cum easy
You’ve asked a lot of dudes
who’ve said that it’s the truth
Now you know she don’t cum easy
You can open up your mouth
and stick your tongue way out
But you’ll just get claustrophobic and queasy
Spread those legs apart
Let’s cum together
She said but before you even start
I want you to know that I’ve had better...
It don’t matter if you’re gonna f*ck
or if you lick and suck
We all know she don’t cum easy
She’ll stack ‘em side by side
lined up in rows of five
Asking, “Who’ll be the one to please me?”
Wet… that p*ssy is what you want to make it
Sure, she’s lied to other guys
Look her in the eyes
and watch out that she don’t fake it
You’ve asked a lot of dudes
who’ve said that it’s the truth
Now you know she don’t cum easy
You can open up your mouth
and stick your tongue way out
But you’ll just get claustrophobic and queasy
Wet… that pussy is what you want to make it
Sure, she’s lied to other guys
Look her in the eyes
and watch out that she don’t fake it
It don’t matter if you’re gonna f*ck
or if you lick and suck
We all know she don’t cum easy
She’ll stack ‘em side by side
lined up in rows of five
Asking, “Who’ll be the one to please me?”
CINNABON GIRL by Tom Jensen
(Neil Young spoof of CINNAMON GIRL)
I fell in love with a Cinnabon Girl
When she reached in with her nub
And gave my foam latte a swirl
My Cinnabon Girl
She drank cream from the pitcher
Stole all the butter in sight
And when she called me her pecan
It was to my delight
My Cinnabon Girl
Six sticky buns for here
At least two more to go
And throw in a cup of glaze
Because you just never know
With a Cinnabon girl
She looked at me
Like I had pies in my eyes
I whispered in her ear
“For you it's a la mode, my dear”
To my Cinnabon Girl
I ordered three vanilla crullers
She made ‘em disappear
My eyes grew wide
I can’t say how …
I can only say where
But, it was the last croissant
Which we both did want
So we got into a fight...
Now it seems like nothing’s right
Right!!!
Right!
Right?
I fell in love with a Cinnabon Girl
When she reached in with her nub
And gave my foam latte a swirl
My Cinnabon Girl
FIFTY WAYS by Tom Jensen Paul Simon
(Spoof of Paul Simon’s FIFTY WAYS TO LEAVE YOUR LOVER)
The problem is he gets no head
not a sniff of p*ssy
The answer is easy
if you take advice from me
I can help you make it big
your little, little peter
There must be fifty ways to f*ck your lover
He said he got no courage around the girls
So they don’t open their shells,
don’t give up their pearls
I say if you want the sex then just be direct
There must be fifty ways to f*ck your lover,
fifty ways to f*ck your lover
Put a bag over head Ted
Make sure she's on the pill Bill
Just whip out your dick Nick
Ride her like a bike Mike
Do her doggy style Kyle
Hit her from the back Jack
Play her like a toy Roy
Go and slip it in Vin
Give her a spank Frank
Stick it right between her lips Chip
Tell her jump on John
How about sharing Aaron
Tell her right now gimmie Jimmy
Watch out for a quiffs Keith
Go dive in the gorge George
Give her your all Paul
You better make her moan Ramon
Drop the bomb Tom
Measure her by the meter Peter
Get it nice and sweaty Eddie
Look out for the puss Russ
Whip out your meat Pete
Give it a shave Dave
Grab her two knobs Bob
I wanna hear her squeal Neal
Rub it on her hymen Simon
Go for the cherry theft Jeff
Make sure it's bleeding Stephen
Ask her to free Willy Billy
Shoot a wad Rod
Try not to turn her gay Ray
Don't be a homo so go for the blow Mo
Play homerun derby
and give her the bat Matt
Do her in the dark Mark
Watch out for the smell Mel
Turn her black and blue Lou
Don't make her beg Greg
Play Adam and Eve Steve
Lift up her shirt Kurt
Make her your b*tch Rich
Try for the whole fist Chris
Make sure it's clean Dean
Don't be a dad Brad
Get her wet and hot Scott
Make her panties sticky Rickey
Never settle for a hug Doug
Go taste some candy Andy
Let her ride the bologny pony Tony
Unbutton her pants Lance
Just give her a good f*ck Chuck
You don't' have to discuss much...
He said he was impressed
and he’d see how it goes
Now that he’d seen just how to pimp the hoes
If you’re a player know a player plays
for there must be fifty ways
He said with this new insight
he was sure to score tonight
Later on when I saw him with a lady
I knew that he was right
In the morning we’ll have to check her pillow
to see if she bites
There must be fifty ways to lick your lover,
And fifty guys who met your mother!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha...
DOM-VIO lyrics by Tom Jensen Van Morrison
(spoof of DOMINO by Van Morrison)
Note: Dom vio = domestic violence
NFL don't wanna discuss it
What causes concussions on women's brains
Fans may get disgusted
That's when channels start to change
In that case, destroy all evidence
Don't keep it under lock and key
Never have to worry
'Bout facts blowing back at you or back at me...
(Get it?)
no no Dom - Vio (not that night)
So long as there's no video of the fight
Lord, have mercy
I said no no Dom - Vio
You'll be alright
So long as there's no pictures of the fight
Say it again:
I said no oh no Dom - Vio
I said no-oh-no Dom - Vio
(Hid it)
There's no need for argument...
No there's no argument at all...
After you punched her in the elevator
And the camera captured her fall
Or vice versa
That depends on where ever you're at
(The knife)
Sometimes you get the O.J. treatment
And we wonder why they stop fighting back...
(Hit 'em)
Oh there's no video
(It's all right)
So go loco Rocky Marciano
Hey you Greg Hardy
There you go...
Lord have mercy!
I said
No Dom - Vio
If there's no video
They will let you go...
They said it's alright!
Say it again
No Dom - Vio
(Huh!)
I said
No no Dom - Vio
Well, Mr. Goodell I just don't wanna see
Someone who is clearly crazy's
Face on my T.V.
Playin' in the league
For my kids to see
For my kids to be
Uh - uh, not right
Uh - uh, not right
Uh - uh, not right
Uh - uh
I'm gonna leave
