Read My Stuff — Pages 450–500

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 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 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

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...

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?

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… 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.... 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

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

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

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

(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 t COLLABORHYTHM COLLABTUNES Home Features Pricing Testimonials Contact Blog COLLABTUNES.COM