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The time is getting late Your lifetime is passing Why should you wait Is the question you are asking Paralyzed by fear Frozen by the uncertain Unknowing in how far or near Is the final curtain But you can never tell What lies ahead Maybe Heaven, maybe Hell Only one man sorts the dead Yea you can never tell What lies ahead Maybe Heaven, maybe Hell Only one man sorts the dead In the here and now Is where heroes are made In this world we live We die even villains fade With our vision to achieve Great statues are erected And although we still believe What is strived for is never perfected But you can never tell What lies ahead Maybe Heaven, maybe Hell Only one man sorts the dead Yea you can never tell What lies ahead Maybe Heaven, maybe Hell Only one man sorts the dead In the here and now is where we are You may try to run -- but you won't get far As the dreams you hold may never be Just as the light that shines you may never see But you can never tell What lies ahead Maybe Heaven, maybe Hell Only one man sorts the dead No, you can never tell What lies ahead Maybe Heaven, maybe Hell Only one man sorts the dead FIGHT FOR PEACE by Tom Jensen Lynette Come now citizens of the world Let us knock down this mental wall Time to let a new flag unfurl Large enough to cover us all Endless sea of humanity That will bridge both the land and shore Become one global family Let us not divide anymore Realize difference makes us great Opposed to tearing us apart I swear to you it's not too late And all it takes is one to start It could be you who makes a stand One burning monk can end a war Wouldn't fight in Iraq...I ran Didn't deem it worth fighting for Unlock the door you have the key Finally let this madness cease Everybody say it with me What is my belief? Can’t fight for peace Come now citizens of the world Let us knock down this mental wall Time to let a new flag unfurl Large enough to cover us all Endless sea of humanity That will bridge both the land and shore Become one global family Let us not divide anymore Realize difference makes us great Opposed to tearing us apart I swear to you it's not too late And all it takes is one to start Unlock the door you have the key Finally let this madness cease Everybody say it with me What is my belief? Can’t fight for peace SNIPER'S SONG By Tom Jensen Who am I? And what are my reasons? I've got my rifle by my side And it's hunting season I'm just another face in the crowd Waiting to make my next move Eight A.M. and I'm already out on the prowl I wonder just how long I can keep my cool Random is the way it has to be Can't have any motive or connection Following after me One bullet at a time I write the headlines of the front page I am God, I am death, I am your old age At random Or in seclusion I am reality This is no illusion Who am I? And what are my reasons? I've got my rifle by my side And it's hunting season I'm just another face in the crowd Waiting to make my next move Nine A.M. and I'm already out on the prowl I wonder just how long I can keep my cool Go about your business This sniper will find you Look over your left shoulder I am right behind you You cannot see me I am in seclusion Death is reality I am no illusion Who am I? And what are my reasons? I've got my rifle by my side And it's hunting season I'm just another face in the crowd Waiting to make my next move Ten A.M. and I'm already out on the prowl I wonder just how long I can keep my cool Some may call me crazy But I don't see it that way I am just another hunter And you are all my prey I could be your neighbor I could be your best friend I could be a terrorist But only when you catch me... Will you be safe again GET OUTTA MY HOUSE By Tom Jensen They say diamonds are a girl's best friend I guess it's good to have something left when When the feeling ends When the love is gone All that's left is a song You make love to your bong As quiet as a mouse when your loving wife says "Get outta my house!" After mistakes have been made Just as the song said She threw a vase Smacked you in the face And when you said ouch She made you sleep on the couch You never saw the writing on the wall Kept telling yourself tomorrow she'd call From days to months to years From happiness to sadness to tears Your lasting memories concern her tight blouse And the night she said "Get outta my house!" The carriage of gold which you both rode Down along the cove on your wedding day Somehow became untracked and unhitched And every one of them horses they got up and ran away After every mistake followed another excuse As the chain started to break She figured what's the use For when you called for a truce She challenged you to a joust On her shield she soon wrote in your blood "Get outta my house!" Hearts once ablaze and set afire Have gradually lost their flame Dreams once you both together aspired No longer remain the same Coals in need of stoking have lost all chance of smoking Leaving each night's watchmen pointing blame The mood grows colder as the time grows older It's time to move south When you're bleeding from the mouth Because she sprayed you in the nose And then smacked you with the hose Even Smoky the Bear Knew that the fire's been doused On the night she said "Get outta my house!" They say diamonds are a girl's best friend I guess it's good to have something left when When the feeling ends When the love is gone All that's left is a song You make love to your bong As quiet as a mouse When your loving wife says "Get the fu#$ outta my house!" "Get the fu#$ outta my house!" EX-POEM By Tom Jensen When someone says your name I duck Because now I'm careful of whom I trust Sometimes in love you really get fu$%ed Sometimes a smiling face Turns into disgust Second chances...you got them But for a second time you hit rock bottom Third chances... you want them Still trying to sell me some fruit That you know is rotten Calling on the phone And knocking on the door So scared to be alone When you finally realize That you can't have What you once had any more But you brought it on yourself So why are you so surprised? Love is dead It has been beheaded Get it through your head We'll never be wedded My phone rings But I don't pick it up I give easy hints But you won't pick them up Often there's no voice On the other end of the receiver It is true I once worshipped you But now I'm no longer a believer When someone says your name I duck Because now I'm careful of whom I trust Sometimes in love you really get fu$%ed Sometimes a smiling face Turns into disgust

Whenever you feel down When in your mind you feel truly alone Take a walk among the dead Read each name upon each stone If your eyes don't change Join them in name join them in spirit Be one and the same From some pains you can never run away Though sometimes forgotten -- the scars will always stay For sometimes it seems like there's no escape And yet all it takes is one simple mistake To burn down the mansion you built To knock the clown off of his stilts But don't let your judgment fail you Know what you're finding before it's found Don't ever let your cross nail you A weight so heavy it'll drag you down And when your inner voice seems to have no sound And all this pain builds up inside You are here alone - with no one around One thought stalks you: there's nowhere left to hide..... And on the table lies a 12-inch blade. As night creeps in as black as a spade Would it really matter? One slip of the knife? Would anyone notice -- a worthless life? She lies on the floor Her last thought so guilted Clutching a rose now fallen and wilted

You set her up for a fall And she wasn't ready to be let down You left her feeling so small She felt like she got put down For soon she sees It was never meant to be As so painfully She finds out about your history It's not a name It's not a face It's not a time It's not a place It's just the nature of man She could never understand It's not a game and no one's to blame But she feels the shame and carries the weight It's just the nature of man She could never understand It's just the primal urge It's the way of the earth A thrill can come in many forms And you can get it just about anywhere When you go looking for fun You just might find that fun's someone if you really don't care And soon she will see It was never meant to be As so painfully She finds out about your ways and means It's not a name It's not a face It's not a time It's not a place It's just the nature of man She could never understand It's not a game and no one's to blame But she feels the shame and carries the weight It's just the nature of man She could never understand It's just the primal urge It's the way of the earth ANOTHER by Tom Jensen I’m fired up I’ve had enough Of backing down And getting pushed around I’m standing tall I will not fall I’ll be the wrecking ball Right through your brick wall I’m rising up through the ashes Taking names and kicking asses Finally the tide has turned And I’m laying claim to what I deserve I’ve waited And found waiting brings nothing Dedicated I know I’m bound to find something Educated By both books and streets Frustrated I can neither find nor keep The love that’s been missing Was there and now it isn’t Was here and then it wasn’t I placed myself above it Alone and incomplete I’ve been lacking inner peace All I’m really after Is a good night’s sleep So it’s time to find another Who will be my lover To make the circle complete

I’ve got no tears left to cry It just feels dead inside And no, I’m not gonna lie I love to hate you more Than I ever loved to love you And it may be Yeah, that this one’s on me But as you see by my misery It’s all I can do To not scream through the roof There’s a red flag at half mast You whistle as you walk past Yes, the graveyard is full of souls Whose decaying remains fill all those holes While the blind man with the thirsty ears Longs for love during his final years And the middle-aged man with a broken past Clings to lies remembering them as facts And the bullet proof youth takes advice from none Learns the hard way that’s when the troubles come… As he looks around not sure what to do He blames me and I blame you… Yeah, I was driving F*cking flying! Running away as fast as I can She was lying Then starts crying I tell her, “Go find another man!” Lonely… Not me… I’m already making other plans You try to hold on But baby I’m gone Now you know I’m still in demand This is a new song I hear you humming along Got you thinking about clapping your hands… Since you’ve grown tired Of living uninspired Finally my friend you understand… THIRTY SECONDS By Tom Jensen I got about thirty seconds… To get inside your head So let us save the small talk For another time instead Now I have only twenty seconds left… To sew this little seed to try to Turn my belief into your belief How do I get you to see that Once you unplug yourself from your TV You can begin to make a difference To someone else, yourself and me… Uh oh…just ten seconds more… To let you know that there are Countless caverns Left within your mind Just waiting to be explored... PEN AND PAPER By Tom Jensen Well I'm... Struggling against the tide Pen and paper by my side Feeling great, oh wait, I lied There's not much I trust And that sucks, but why cry? Seems that something's Gonna have to be sacrificed To keep on playing this game To keep on living this life Release me From the worldwide weight of humanity Too much for this writer to decipher The many causes of insanity He pauses...then continues As he counts his losses... His inner voice asks him, "Is it in you?" To be the leader when it is so easy to follow Never need to be the owner When everything can be borrowed Though you'll never find Yourself being a loner You just might be hollow And it's such a waste of time... Following the blind Open up your eyes Haven't you realized? 'Tis better to lead them... And still be breathing Than it is to follow And be the one left bleeding Never wading in the springs of freedom.... And not understanding These things I speak of Contemplating something Hollow and misleading And it brings many things... Such as a false disguise by a gypsy king In his lies we discover many truths... Through his eyes we uncover his abuse And his song of sorrow so many sing Well I've got those Same old blues again It seems that life is game You can never win Cannot change your past You can't change where you've been It seems you were having a blast But now you don't like The position you're in Once they stuck you in your caste You ended up taking it on the chin Now labeled a has-been You got no friends Just want it to end Let your soul be recast Let us try it again TRAIN by Tom Jensen The conductor blows his whistle Time for the train to leave the gate As I'm sitting by the window Wondering why you’re late I promised myself that you’d be here Been telling myself that for so long But as the cars start in motion I'm thinking maybe that I’m wrong Maybe you forgot your ticket Or else on another track On this train I’m leaving And I'm never coming back I said I'd meet you at the station With suitcases in my hand But why you never showed up I'll never understand You know I paid for your ticket Even before I bought one for myself Perhaps you boarded the next car And sitting with someone else In all of this confusion You know I’ve lost my mind While hurrying for the train I left my heart behind

I faded silently into the fog From where I first came Long before I knew you... Of your legend or your name The hardest thing I've ever done Or that'll I'll ever do Not because of fear of pain But because it was best for you Sure, I miss our conversations Of course I miss your point of view But there was little hesitation Of course I breathed a sigh or two... But it was best for you You said you needed time To reflect in your mind About the past and the new And since time is all I have... I've given it to you I've never spoken empty words At least as far as you're concerned I've never wished these tables turned I stand behind my promises My thoughts and my deeds And my desire to give you Everything you need Whatever you wish I'll do my best to make Your wish come true What you see in all your dreams I'll do my best To make those dreams come true Whatever's best for you... That is what I'll do (what I'll do) Whatever's best for you... That is what I'll do (what I'll do) Whatever's best for you... That is what I'll do (what I'll do) Yeah, whatever's best for you... That is what I'll do (what I'll do) What I'll do TIME BOMB By Tom Jensen My boo boo… My uncle just dropped a bomb (Uncle Sam) Right through your roof …. Killing your dad and your mom…. (God Damn) So when you grow up to be Big, brave and strong When you grow up tell me Whose side will you be on? Tick tock….tick tock…. My nickname is time bomb My friends are waiting for me to explode Today was the day I woke up It was kinda warm – still I grabbed for my coat And I grabbed my package…. My surprise…oh soon… Everyone will know….. See my big grin… it’s right here…From ear to ear right above my chin…. oh oh oh Oh just what I got Oh won’t you take a guess? With this I’ve come all this way So many miles West J.C. sees me on the bus Asks me what’s under my coat? I looked back at him and said softly… Eanie meanie miney moe I got a present for somebody But just who is it – I don’t yet know I think I’ll bide my time and pen a little rhyme Let us drive a little further on down the road…. Yeah my nick name is time bomb And pretty soon I'm gonna explode! TRAFFIC By Tom Jensen Traffic... Caught in traffic Traffic... Caught in traffic Addict ... Caught in traffic Addict... Caught in traffic Traffic... Is tragic False illusion They work their magic Tragic... Believe in magic Traffic... Is tragic One solution... End the sadness Tragic... To see such madness Burning trees... Burning trees... Dropping lit matches Burning trees... And fixing black holes with patches Burning trees... Burning trees... If you're green It's worse than crosses One hundred degrees Two hundred degrees Burning trees... Still can't breathe Can you help me? Burning trees People got other causes And silly me... Counting up our losses Traffic... Caught in traffic WE ARE THE ONES by Tom Jensen We are the hunched over old man who makes your shoes shine We are the policemen and women who help reduce crime We are the ones who cook and serve your meals at lunch time We are the bartenders you find right before closing time If you're overworked and underpaid Just nod your head, say you're doing fine Pick up your shovel, grab your spade Just nod your head, say you're doing fine Get back to work, carry on your trade Just nod your head, say you're doing fine Quit complaining about making minimum wage Just nod your head, say you're doing fine If you're overworked and underpaid Don't complain just get in line We are the tracks on which society is laid Don't complain just get in line From our broken backs millionaires are made Don't complain just get in line It starts when you're a little kid selling lemonade Don't complain just get in line Let us unite from here, there, from everywhere For now is our time to shine Scream out if your life's defined by more than just your career For now is our time to shine If you're in your car join our motorcade For now is our time to shine Sing the refrain and join our parade For now is our time to shine You might drink the wine but we're the ones who pulled the grapes from the vine You may own the oil but we're the ones that built the pipeline They might worship you but we're the ones who erected the shrine You may sing the song… Sing us a song… sing us a song… But we're the ones who wrote the rhyme We are the ones who wrote the rhyme part two coming up... MONITIZATION By Tom Jensen This time I'm feeling like the criminal But all communication is subliminal Sure my treatment might be deferential 'Cause now others notice my potential They got silver tongues And their eyes? They're green They're the best paid talkers That you've ever seen You know those who smile at themselves? Well....now they were smiling at me They said you could make money for us If you can trick the rest into thinking you got something In which they can still believe After some pondering I started responding And I kindly replied: Yeah...part of me has died And I'd like to find that something I can finally stake my faith and creed in... But hopefully it'll either be mental clarity Oh gee, maybe sanity... or perhaps even freedom Then maybe there would be No more forced insanity that any amount of money can pay the fee For forgetting all about humanity and human dignity What has happened to some I hope it doesn't happen to me I'm still trying to find a reason to wake up Maybe it's to give everything a shake up Some poor pawn's got to lead the charge Take a musket ball for society at large Heck, I'd rather be the host or the maître d' Than some bourgeoisie attendee To a committee brunch designed to oversee Who gets to select who gets the gold trophy For having the charity That spends the most on vanity I guess we just fundamentally disagree For you see I don't wanna be a trainee to be a trustee Because I don't agree Subscribe or believe In such self-serving fantasies For sometimes money Is one's own worst enemy Just search through the texts of history From King Midas to Judas to Bush and Cheney When money becomes everything then I don't want any... Nah... I don't want any LET ME IN By Tom Jensen Won't you let me in Into your heart Into your mind That would keep me satisfied To become one With your subconscious And with your soul You know I'd never try to gain control Over your feelings Or your actions I'd just smile wide With satisfaction And I'd help you find the truth Amongst all these distractions For I believe we both could use Each other as a book of matches When the world seems dark Or when things look bleak When we could use a spark To light a flame for each other to see Won't you let me in Into your world Into your thoughts As for my own - I've shared a lot Still I long for yours Tell me what do you see When you look at the world And when you look at me? Because I want to view life Through a second pair of eyes For sometimes even I need a guide To show me a new and better path And to know there's Someone standing there Standing behind me When I look back... For I long to see a light When the trail starts winding As the day's becoming night And the way's not easy finding My eyes are tired And I'm losing sight Won't you let me in Into your door when I am cold Into your arms so I can hold Onto someone Onto something When I'm spinning out of control When I'm beginning to feel old And less reassured than when I was a kid When I question everything in my life And what I've done with it We could share secret thoughts That thus far we've kept hid Won't you let me in... Oh, won't you let me in? Won't you let me in? MY PRECIOUS By Tom Jensen Two mourning doves rest upon a limb Begin the day with a praising hymn To the gods of grass and rain and wind For it’s what they know what they're surrounded in Contrast that to me who prays for fame Golden statues and plaques bearing my name Sure it might seem to some a little vain But it’s what I know what I'm surrounded in Every sight I am seeing Every thought I am thinking Every sentence I am speaking Everything I've been believing The roots are imperial Facts often mytherial Logic hypocritical True intentions deceiving With all of our wealth we haven't had much success Still got people sleepin' On mattresses made of pavement Their pillows are our steps Why is gold so precious? What makes silver so fine? Who first chose to call this wealth? Back in history and time I wish that I could have told them Being rich was all for show Then I would have shown them There was a better way to go We could have changed Our chain-of-being Into something non - material Then we could live our lives For something meaningful We could've reach new highs I'm talking spiritual FALLEN CLOUDS by William Elmore Tom Jensen The stories told beside a campfire so many years ago Still echo through the canyons melt the newly fallen snow The legend of great heroes now rest upon the stars Along the craters of the moon lay dark and blemished scars There's no one here to judge the living Or sort through the dead No one here to dictate terms Nor record what was said The laws of these lands has not been etched in stone The king who holds the scepter can still be overthrown Hanging clouds drift above after the battle in the sky Fallen soldiers through love and war each one picking sides So many wandering souls Set adrift way up high Listen through the canyons We hear another deep sad sigh You can never see their face They can never find their place When lightning strikes The fire runs wild Falling raindrops through the sky… Fallen clouds… Fallen DOWNWARD SPIRAL by Max Weltman Tom Jensen I've got something on my mind so I better just say it I hear the music in my heart but I just can't play it I feel good inside but I can't explain it I don't mind when people cry I don't mind when it's raining I don't mind when most people die At least they stop their complaining I've been led by many people, places and things There's just so much out there in which to believe I've loved many people and then had to cut my strings Just to end up watching each of them leave Have to go and plant another seed Go and find something to fill the void For idle time is the devil's toy For sometimes being alone Is worse than being unemployed Sometimes you're Siegfried Sometimes you're the tiger And sometimes you're Roy High above An angel cries And down below Even storms have eyes What grows in me I now despise Deep inside another man dies Blood clot........... Gunshot It's all the same Heartache...... A big mistake Just part of the game Weeds growing wild A saddened child Just who is to blame? Another birthday cake Wear black at the wake We're so glad you came It's a vicious cycle You better stay on your toes It's a downward spiral It comes and goes... RAINYDAY SUNSHINE by Tom Jensen My life it would have been your shrine If my ways had been refined Before I looked into your big brown eyes I never knew I was blind ‘Twas you who coulda seen me through Over the only mountain that I’d yet to climb I have only one path to take... Try to walk a straight line this time And it is you I'm still trying to find My rainy day sunshine Without you I may be just fine But with you I'd be so much better It’s you, my rainy day sunshine Who’s my every day valentine The only one who could ever have changed Both the seasons and the weather I hope I’ll be all right in time I'm praying someday I'm gonna find You again and you’ll fill all this emptiness inside We’ll rebuild this broken mind of mine So now…it’s you I am trying to find My rainy day sunshine Without you I may be just fine But with you I'd be so much better Yeah with you I'd be so much better PARADIGM By Tom Jensen There's no such thing As wasting time When you are trying To design the paradigm Can you be the one Who helps mold mankind? Behold that role's Not so well-defined Yet it truly Doesn't take a mastermind To really blow someone else's mind Crawling through no man's land Holding onto your brother's hand Helping him to stay alive As you both try to survive In between the battle lines My job is to show you All that there is to see And to tell you that what is Is not how it is supposed to be Please believe in me... I startled a man in the street Simply by saying hello He said, "Hey kid, stop bothering me!" Doesn't he know I have a college degree? And that I've been known To write a little poetry And create a new history By unlocking that old mystery Through my literacy? "Can't there be someone else You can follow?" That's what he said to me His brown eyes were hollow Thus I retreated in sorrow Just another who failed to see That he just might have been Bettered by me Forgetting we're all one In the global family We all evolved from The same family tree Used to crawl around on all fours Just like a monkey or a junkie Your background Your skin tone Your color Your race... No one's ever asked your preference You know you can't choose your face And as you see your reflection You realize that in difference Here lies the root of hate So let us end this great debate Over this city-less state... We can agree to disagree I no longer wish to participate Just as equality waits... So does our fate DIRT by Tom Jensen Who’s got the dirt on you? Or maybe you’ve been keeping secrets from yourself Do you know who I’ve been talking to? No it wasn’t her it was somebody else… Ooh, I see someone’s afraid of sunlight Stays lurking in the shadowy realm To only be happy when it’s cloudy Would seem to me to be trapped in a living hell Who’s got the dirt on you? Won’t you whisper just what your little secret is worth Certainly no one could have deserved this Never seen you look so nervous - your eyes darting back and forth Well sure we all make mistakes Yet this one was so easy to trace You didn’t look guilty just heavily disgraced That would best describe the look on your face Who’s got the dirt on you? Has anyone offered to cut you a deal? Or are they just letting out the line? Let you run a little knowing they hold the reel STATUS QUO WOES By Tom Jensen Too many buildings, not enough sky Can't solve your problems Until you stop the lies What about the children? They're the ones being sacrificed Better to leave 'em alone in the wilderness Than to raise them to be crucified Got to make it better than this Do more than just criticize We're wasting away A little more everyday Sometimes the truth is in the mirror Gazing back into your eyes You see the picture becoming clearer And you find a great big surprise... So that's why you got to know When to go with the flow Keep the status quo And then to know when to resist Know when to raise a fist When to cease and desist And how to buy an alibi Too many people to keep 'em all in line Many better men and women Than me have spent their lives tryin' To either relive, rewrite, Forget or regret history Yet dying before finally finding And sighing because no one answers Keep on opening doors Without knowing what's behind them And I don't want to be another sheep Being led to the slaughter For I've learned through getting burned That some people's priceless advice Really is worth less than a quarter You say you didn't know any better It used to be the story of my life Funny now how some things Are more important Than you first thought them... As you can only aspire to fly higher Once you've hit rock bottom So that's why you've got to know When to go with the flow Keep the status quo When to hope and pray for it When to say it Know when to resist Know when to raise a fist And when to cease and desist When to let it roll right off of your shoulder Or else when to get pissed 'Cause you know you can't live like this Where you get just one shot And you missed! Too many obstacles That you get sucked in by the tentacles Keep on walking in circles Keep on praying for miracles Believing that you are spiritual While searching for an oracle Be it mental, physical, biblical or historical Got to fight this feeling Can't give in to all the lying and stealing I've walked the dark path Now show me to the light Tired of all the low-down Dirty double dealing Sometimes men and women of virtue Have got to stand up and fight When we know that we're right Can't simply close your eyes Cut your ties and end this plight Can't simply send it back What has gone off track Better fight for more Than just your own life Because this is like day and night Can't flick a switch, can't turn off the light Still have to face it in the morning... The fire that still keeps on burning But at least you're learning.... Yeah, you're still learning TWISTING THE KNIFE By Tom Jensen When you wanna lash out And leave long lasting scars You search deep within yourself And remember who you are For with your sharp tongue You know which words will hurt the most As your vision becomes an apparition After you've disappeared like a ghost Sometimes it's not whatcha say But whatcha don't When you know whatcha wanna do And yet you won't Sometimes walking away Without a single word said Just might say the most And be best cure for your head Severing the ties Without twisting the knife Might be the hardest thing You've ever done in your life

Whenever I see a sign That says "now boarding" My heart begins to ache And my body it starts hurting The people have spoken and are speaking: My oars are broken and my boat's leaking Of course the rudder's bent Fallen mast mis-shapen I hold no more reservations 'Bout myself safely escaping I lost the motor...it's a mile back under water Yet the course I steered to here It was completely chartered I'm afraid I've never been good Great or well-led in navigation My nickname at a young age was Captain Head Scratching Hesitation (haha) It's well-earned and much deserved As I waited (waded) in the water Yet never walked the shore That's when I'd go sailing inside my mind As I'd crash into icebergs every single time Sure I break things... But at least they're mine The passengers safely bail I'm the one laying it on the line My name will never be Jonah... Not afraid of being a big white whale Thus here I sit in this boat all alone With no one to share or tell this tale... Whenever I see a sign that says "now boarding" My heart begins to ache and my body it starts hurting Woo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo ooh hoo hoo SOMETHING IN MY GENES By Tom Jensen I've got the life juice Flowing inside me... Sometimes Other times It's been denied from me I think that depression Is starting to kick in Gotta find myself a room And get checked in... Quick! Gotta get it together Or else just keep on getting sick Boy I'm in the mix Into getting my fix Fu$% being rich! I'm just another hypocrite Who talks and talks But it's just more sh$% So you learn to live with it Become a walking regret Or else a song-writing poet Boy life sucks Don't you know it? I'm a druggie I'm an alki I'm a nicotine fiend I'm a loser An abuser Do you know what I mean? What I've done Can't be undone Oh, the things I've seen This monkey on my back weighs a ton A weight so heavy I cannot out run There must be something in my genes This monkey on my back weighs a ton A weight so heavy I cannot out run There's always something in my jeans Just as the sun comes up My head goes down I pick up the paper And then I put it down I may waste my life But at least it's just my own You won't read about Any killing sprees from me When you get home I may be on page fifty-six Another kid, another lesson Another druggie looking for his fix Wrong place, wrong time Got bagged for possession In the home of the brave And the land of the free You get to choose Your own obsession I'm a druggie I'm an alki I'm a nicotine fiend I'm a loser An abuser Do you know what I mean? What I've done Can't be undone Oh, the things I've seen I've always got something To write about I always find myself in a tunnel In which I can't get out As the light keeps getting Dimmer in the distance Every night I'm on the card For the heavyweight bout I once was strong But now I'm beginning To have my doubts I think I may be in need Of some assistance ENTIRELY by Tom Jensen When tragedy struck my family I began my decent into insanity It started to creep Slowly week by week And before too long I found I couldn’t sleep Never again alone No, not with these fantasies As I lost myself To the worst version of me That kept holding on Until I couldn’t break free And by the time I realized What was happening to me I became someone else … Entirely

I've been plowing these same fields for nearly thirty years And ain't no great visions ever magically appeared Just the sight of me standing here Alone with my regrets and all of my deep seeded fears There's so much work to be done Once the summer comes the engine hums as the tractor runs Seven days a week I'm out here in the sun Back in my familiar place Even though a new season has begun It keeps the family fed It's a dependable trade It's the choice that I've made For the last three decades I've been living the same exact day Never followed through on the things I say Year by year my childhood dreams have faded further away And now the sky is beginning to turn gray Slowly my fields of wheat are turning into hay All those conversations I've had with myself Are becoming hearsay This is the price I pay for being too afraid I let myself down and now I feel betrayed I've been plowing these same fields for nearly thirty years And ain't no great visions ever magically appeared Just the sight of me standing here Alone with my regrets and all of my deep seeded fears Looking back... I think I've overextended my stay I never merged onto the freeway I never headed out onto the highway My car just sat in the driveway DISCARTES by Tom Jensen I hear whispers from the lost souls of man Questioning everything that I think that I am So I do not think therefore I am not… Part of the problem or solution Since my character no longer Plays any role in the plot It is then my mind reminds me I have no memory And there was something else… But I forgot Today, what is not needed it gets deleted Just as in ancient times When translated, annihilated Just meant defeated No, not just the soldier in retreat But his dog, his flag and his whole family I hear whispers… Voices unknown to me Hence I fall back into a dream-like state Looks like everything will have to wait Living in a dream… To wake up one must fall asleep Returning to reality… Close your eyes as the same process repeats Peace! RIVAL by Tom Jensen Once the whole gets halved There ain’t no going back Yeah, it all went to hell real fast Republicans and Democrats As this nation is facing The shattered aftermath Our fate has been placed In the hands of a psychopath And asking a leader to lead When no one agrees Leads to blunders it’s a wonder We’re all not deceased The best way to start a fight Part the middle between left and right Just stir the pot to get some action Then do what you want during the distraction Yes the method is tried and true Throughout history it’s been used Safety’s in numbers not division This fractured state will be our prison So with this knowledge at our disposal It’s time to act local while thinking global We’re all allies in the struggle for survival You’ll die for your brother… While I’ll die for my rival VIOLENCE IS THEIR SOLUTION By Tom Jensen Well it's time for me to swallow My prescribed medication While I'm forced to listen to Their unspeakable dictation Their twisting tongues That speak of the wrong information Well-ordered insanity Also known as formal education And while I'm waiting For the next step in evolution I say my prayers while Violence is their solution I was taught to believe That the flag was a guide to inspiration But I never enrolled In blind patriotic dedication My stomach would be queasy When I felt the jittery vibration Of the weapons on the firing line As I manned the battle station They order me to guard the bunker Which represents the institution They reload my gun because Violence is their solution You lost a lot of leaves On your family tree for this nation During the fall they all fell Along with the laws of segregation Nowadays times have changed But there still lies the same temptation Not every name has been signed On the emancipation proclamation Some would cower in a corner Before demanding a new constitution But while I give my peaceful demonstration Violence is their solution Seems as if everywhere you turn Leads you to increased aggravation You try so hard to blaze a better path But it's branded deviation They want you to believe It's all about the money And worry about inflation But my friends there are some things From which you cannot take a vacation Once it's piled up past the hills You just can't hide all of this pollution As I daydream of how not to kill with spilled oil Violence is their solution If you want to rape Mother Nature Then watch their demonstration You can destroy it all For a quick thrilling sensation Just an inch or two of elevation Too late to resort to masturbation For Mother Nature wasn't meant for prostitution As she screams help... Violence is their solution EMPTY BOTTLE By Tom Jensen I know you're thinking Pondering tomorrow I finally quit drinking Drowning in my sorrow Saved myself from sinking I put down the bottle When it started leaking Some things you only borrow So I know what you're seeking Who do you lead...whom do you follow? We both know of what I'm speaking What do you need and what is hollow? Do you see your reflection In an empty bottle? You don't know where you’re going Only God knows where you’ve been But the river keeps on flowing And the part of you unknowing Always goes wading on in Signs read danger, don't fall in Or you don't know the trouble you're in Water so sweet it tastes just like gin Take a dip and be baptized In the pool of sin Yet this path you walk Wasn't chosen all on your own As the thoughts you think are so deceiving Everyday drifting farther from home Now you regret the day you thought of leaving The hard stuff's in the freezer The 30 pack's in the fridge The troubles of the world are building Which way to the bridge? You don't know where you’re going Only God knows where you’ve been But the river keeps on flowing And the part of you unknowing Always goes wading on in Signs read danger, don't fall in Or you don't know the trouble you're in Water so sweet it tastes just like gin Take a dip and be baptized In the pool of sin I know you're thinking Pondering tomorrow I finally quit drinking Drowning in my sorrow Saved myself from sinking I put down the bottle When it started leaking Some things you only borrow So I know what you're seeking Who do you lead...whom do you follow? We both know of what I'm speaking What do you need and what is hollow? Do you see your reflection In an empty bottle? ROCKING THE WORLD by Lai Youttitham Tom Jensen Stadium full of screaming teens Hot young things in cut-off jeans You're on the front page of magazines And you find yourself... Driving the media machine A hot shot on the social scene This reality was once just a dream Status whore…such a libertine When you find yourself... in the back seat of limousines Everywhere you go... it always seems as though... Everybody knows your face and name... They call you a rock n' roller Because you're rocking the world You're stopping traffic Without crossing streets Smiling face on everyone you meet Full house with no empty seats People pay you money Just to hear you speak Everywhere you go... it always seems as though... Everybody knows your face, your name They call you a rock n' roller Because you're rocking the world                                                      t COLLABORHYTHM COLLABTUNES Home Features Pricing Testimonials Contact Blog COLLABTUNES.COM