⚠ TRIGGER WARNING — SONG LIST ONE (1) — THE LAST MAN SINGING Lead Rating: PG / PG-13 | GX Points: 21 | 13 Tracks Song List 1 is contemplative, ideological, and quietly severe. These songs wrestle with meaning, responsibility, regret, survival, and the cost of staying awake in a damaged world. Rather than focusing on personal romance or immediate crisis, this list examines systems, beliefs, identity, and the long shadow of choice. The danger here is subtle: despair arrives dressed as wisdom. THEMES AND POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: - Existential questioning and loss of certainty - Moral fatigue and disillusionment with society - War trauma, survivor's guilt, and post-conflict grief (Cost of War) - Death, mortality, and "sorting the dead" imagery - Chronic regret and fear of wasted life (Deep Seeded) - Environmental grief and ecological destruction (Visited a Place) - Historical cycles of oppression, power, and division (Fallen Walls) - Identity fragmentation and dissociation (As for Me) - Religious doubt, spiritual exhaustion, and rejection of dogma - Poverty, scarcity, and human worth measured by money (Gift) - Burnout from capitalism, labor, and "serving power" (All in a Day) - Isolation disguised as resilience (Last Man Standing) - Withdrawal, avoidance, and depressive stasis (Fourteen Days) - Feeling awake in a world that prefers sleep NOTABLE CONTENT NOTES: "Cost of War" includes explicit references to combat death, bodily injury, and lasting psychological scars. "Deep Seeded" centers on lifelong regret, fear, and the paralysis of never leaving. "Visited a Place" addresses environmental destruction, complicity, and moral failure. "Fourteen Days" depicts isolation, withdrawal, and depressive behavior, even as it claims recovery. "Last Man Standing" frames emotional isolation as strength, which may resonate uncomfortably for some listeners. THIS LIST MAY BE DIFFICULT IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO: Existential dread or nihilism / War-related trauma or political disillusionment / Feeling complicit in harm you didn't stop / Chronic regret about paths not taken / Depression framed as stoicism or clarity / Feeling awake, alone, and surrounded by indifference. Song List 1 does not shout. It questions. And it keeps questioning long after the song ends. This is the beginning of the catalog — where innocence is already gone, but hope hasn't yet learned how fragile it is. Listener discretion advised.

SONG LIST 1 — THE LAST MAN SINGING 1. Knowing the Know — by LadyWeaver & Tom Jensen 2. Nevermore — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 3. Here and Now — by Justin Justice & Tom Jensen 4. Cost of War — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 5. Deep Seeded — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 6. Visited a Place — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 7. Fallen Walls — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 8. As for Me — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 9. Singer Songwriter — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 10. Gift — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 11. All in a Day — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 12. Fourteen Days — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen & Big Suna 13. Last Man Standing — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen (1) KNOWING THE KNOW by Tom Jensen & LadyWeaver 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! (2) NEVERMORE by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen Let's check out what's next on the list of things I gotta fix...yeah Might as well start with myself before I move on to something else...yeah Time to probe my soul... To find out where I lost control... Search within my heart 'til I can tell where it all fell apart... And I say to myself: Nevermore Yeah, I say to myself: Nevermore It's been awhile since I went out of style and now it's either do or die I feel no pain as I ride on this train Okay...it's just another lie Time to set things straight and think of all the games I've played Teach my foolish heart to find out where it all fell apart So I say to myself: Nevermore Yeah, I say to myself: Nevermore Whah! Time to probe my soul... To find out where I lost control... Search within my heart 'til I can tell where it all fell apart... And I say to myself: Nevermore Yeah, I say to myself: Nevermore And I say to myself: Nevermore Ooh... Yeah, I say to myself: Nevermore Nevermore From this point forward... Nevermore Nevermore From this point forward... Nevermore Nevermore From this point forward... Nevermore Ooh! Nevermore From this point forward... Nevermore (3) HERE AND NOW by Justin Justice & Tom Jensen 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 (4) COST OF WAR by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen Alright! The sun is rising The birds are chirping I'm looking for something Yet I'm still searching ooh... What is my goal? Just where is my place? Look into these eyes Pierce through this soul Stare into this face ooh... Alright! I'm back from the war I carry scars in my heart For brothers and sisters I lost Oh how cruelly we part I'm back from the war Oh, the tears I have cried Reliving the last memories Of my friends who have died ooh... The sun is rising Birds are chirping I'm looking for something Yet I'm still searching I am lost in this world that can be colder ice But I found it this way it never asked my advice Too many bad people who got their own way And those who followed Not knowing what a price they would pay Still I must join in all of this madness Attempt to act brave while hiding this sadness Doing exactly what I have been ordered to do Brother fighting brother Me killing you I'm back from the war I carry a scar in my heart For the sisters I lost Oh, how cruelly we part Ooh... I'm back from the war Oh, the tears I have cried Clutching onto the lasting memories Of my fellow soldiers who died There are followers and there are leaders Those who died in battle and their defeaters Those who can't use their arms or legs Cause someone failed to use their head And my friends who now lay quietly Leaving God to sort the dead The sun is rising Birds are chirping I'm looking for something Yet I'm still searching (5) DEEP SEEDED by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 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 (6) VISITED A PLACE by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen If you stop and listen... You can hear a crying earth With all of life's trivial things It can be hard to measure worth I visited a place That used to be a forest A little girl made a puzzled face No one else noticed the problem She represented brutal honesty My God, I thought they'd outlawed it Yet when she looked back at me I turned away like I never saw it I cleared all those trees myself For you see that I am a logger As each one falls what grows is my wealth Now that land's a factory of her father's If you stop and listen... You can hear a crying earth With all of life's trivial things It can be hard to measure worth I visited a place That used to have a garden Back before the bombs fell down And all this crumbling decay started I used to be able to sleep at night But lately I've been having problems I used to think things would be all right There are so many evils out there And by myself I just can't stop 'em Do we really think we're going to find The hands of the clock unwind If so many people just like me and you Say we have something more important to do Can't change the world by wishing only by trying If you stop and listen... You can hear a crying earth With all of life's trivial things It can be hard to measure worth I visited a place… I visited a place… I visited a place… I visited a place… I visited a place that could have been my Eden If only I had spoken up but unfortunately I didn't I let myself fall back asleep Until now I kept my nightmare hidden I visited a place that no longer exists If only we had woken up... It would never have ended up like this (7) FALLEN WALLS by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen A whirlwind of thought starts spinning around I've been thinking a lot 'bout what's been going down And about what's been going on as I read the texts of history I see the pages keep repeating… The idea is becoming clear to me I'm noticing a pattern of ebb and flow The rise and fall of man, men and kings As a great chasm seems to keep growing between Self-proclaiming all-seeing beings and those who'll never know I watch castles crumbling while at the same time New statues keep rising as slaves stand side by side Working all day on newly fallen walls And it's our job to keep rebuilding What's not for our own protection Since these structures are used for dividing... All people and states All races and religions It's become the best way to separate Old new ideas from The foundation of tradition First condense them Then convince them to believe it's too late When they know it really isn't Get them to lose their hope For if you can break their faith Maybe they'll all stop searching for what's hidden History's hands of time have told That when there's no buried treasure to behold We all know there'll be no shovels left to be had Nor no more miners to find others out there to help them with their digging.... Ahhh (8) AS FOR ME by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen Kisses and drugs Make the world go round Angry eyes and frowns Just keep us down... Booze and hugs help take off the edge It's great to escape every now and then... As for me... (as for me) Well I'm glad you asked When I look at my reflection I see many faces looking back from the shattered glass back from the shards of shattered glass back from these shards of shattered glass Religion puts us all in boxes and rows Though we know it's hard to open a mind that's closed In politics half the people are wrong Half the people are right Some enjoy a good fight As for me... (as for me) Well I'm glad you asked When I look at my reflection I see many faces looking back from the shattered glass Back from the shards of shattered glass Back from these shards of shattered glass Some people are strong Others weak inside So they hide behind a hollow wall of pride (That's what they/we do) Some people are greedy Others feed the needy Still more are shady And some just plain seedy As for me... (as for me) Well I'm glad you asked When I look at my reflection I see many faces looking back from the shattered glass back from the shards of shattered glass back from these shards of shattered glass I don't judge myself on what I've done... (Don't judge yourself on what you've done) But on the things I've yet to do... (There's so much out there that you can do) I know somehow I've failed someone... (You can't go pleasing everyone) I'm just not yet sure if I know who... (Sorry, but you will have to choose…) (9) SINGER SONGWRITER by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen I'm a singer... a songwriter... I'm a lover... and a fighter... I'm a poet... a word dancer... I love asking questions… Though I don't always like the answers Still I do it…Try to see through it Though I know that I don't have to If you were me what would you do? Is the question that I now ask you: I'm a searcher... yes a seeker I'm both a student... and a teacher Yet I'm no prophet... nor a preacher I sit here and I think But that just leads to more confusion... I live to question…Become a believer Not in self-deception but in something deeper That gives my life meaning… Even more than rhyming And that's the reason that I keep on trying… I try to open minds those that are closed And uncover what needs to be exposed By bringing myself up to the brink Where my head feels like it will explode Boy... I could use a drink But that only adds cloudiness to this great grand illusion... I'm a singer... a songwriter... I'm a lover... and a fighter... I'm a poet... a word dancer... I love asking questions Though I don't always find the answers Still I do it…Try to see through it Though I know that I don't have to If you were me What would you do? Is the question that I now ask you: I'm a singer… a songwriter (10) GIFT by Klaus Bluetner & 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 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 (11) ALL IN A DAY by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen The bus arrived early... The train late I knew time was against me Seems to forever be my fate All in a day All in a day All in a day I serve power nine to five I fight power five to nine Yet I'm feeling more and more like we're slowly falling behind All in a day All in a day All in a day All in a day Who wants to invest in a human being? Because I vehemently disagree with those who believe That life is a game Which must be won so they say: "We do business as business is being done... Rules? I am the rules! Besides... with God on my side Who Would ever be against me?" All in a day All in a day Some people try to save lives Others live to save coins Some people love to watch The sun rise late at night Or what others call the crack of dawn All in a day All in a day (12) FOURTEEN DAYS by Klaus Bluetner & 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.... 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! (13) LAST MAN STANDING by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen I've seen the good and the bad To the highest and lowest degree I'll be the last man standing That and this is my creed: When everything is silent I know that I won't be blind I will be the sole survivor Left on the island that is my mind You may call it crazy The only way that I can cope Ask me why nothing seems to phase me Because you see I'm hanging by a rope For I've seen the good and the bad To the highest and lowest degree I'll be the last man standing That and this is my creed: When everything is silent I know I won't be blind I will be the sole survivor Left on the island that is my mind You may surround yourself with paupers And hold your cane just like a king Converse with those who know nothing Yet have opinions on everything Trade away your suit coat It will no longer keep you warm Just like you it's traveled many times Become beaten, ripped and torn So you think you've felt pain? Just change into a new pair of shoes With everything that you've gained You've got more than nothing to lose? Think of the mountains you have climbed And the rivers you managed to cross Knowing that those who had it all Still ended up being lost I've seen the good and the bad To the highest and lowest degree I'll be the last man standing That and this is my creed: Even though it still amazes me That I haven't yet lost hope I'll be the last man standing On the last damn thing left afloat I'll be the last man standing On the last damn thing left afloat