M - Q

MARRIED TO SOMETHING ELSE

by Justin Justice & Tom Jensen

You watch him come stumbling through the door

Find yourself wondering if you can take it anymore

The wedding ring bonds until death does part

But what’s on your finger is not in your heart

 

After ten years it’s still the same

While the love is gone

The smell of whiskey still remains

 

You know you can’t let him drag you down

That’s why some nights you live in another town

You dream of a future where you are free

Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be

 

You stare at the door until he comes home

Thinking your happiest days are spent alone

Its tugging at your heart it replays in your mind

When he’s sober he’s one of a kind

But that only happens about half of the time

 

After ten years it’s still the same

While the love is gone

The smell of whiskey still remains

 

You know you can’t let him drag you down

That’s why some nights you live in another town

You dream of a future where you are free

Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be

 

It’s never too late for another start

Age doesn’t matter when it concerns the heart

You know you can’t let him drag you down

That’s why some nights you live in another town

You dream of a future where you are free

Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be

 

It’s time to say your peace and pray a little prayer

To hope he’ll make it on his own when you’re not there

Then maybe he’ll take a look down inside himself

And realize he’s married to something else....

 

 

MATCH MAKER

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

I'm inspired...again

By the flame of a fire at least it's not the rain

I'm inspired...again

Will this song that I sing just sound the same?

 

The same as all the other songs

That I used to write

Where the melody was truly beautiful

But the words were never right

 

Or maybe it was just the name

What if I change it?

And yet let the lyrics remain

 

Perhaps then all would be In perfect harmony

If instead of her and I

I wrote about you and me...

 

I'm inspired...again to open my heart

And with this new start another song would begin

 

Or it could all come to an end

And instead of an old love song

This time I could start my new rhyme:

A poem freshly penned for a friend

 

Either way I would write with words full of love

Hoping that you and I unite

Sharing all the dreams we've been thinking of...

 

I'm inspired...again

By the flame of a fire at least it's not the rain

I'm inspired...again

Will this song that I sing just sound the same?

 

 

                  

MATCHES TO BURN by Tom Jensen

(for a female vocalist)

I need a reason to sing

I can’t think of anything

And I’ve been thinking a lot

About a world not filled

With things you could see

But of all those things

I dreamed to be

So long ago that I forgot

 

When down memory lane…

I took a stroll

I re-lived mostly pain…

and now that pain…

It takes its toll

 

I’ll make a promise to you

And then I won’t show

Yeah, I’ll always leave you guessing

With your insides now exposed

 

While you’ve still yet to learn your lesson

Ahh… but at least now you’re feeling the cold

Though still… you keep on pressing

But with this new insight you now behold

 

You see the sun now glistening off of the snow

If you listen closely then you’ll learn what I know

It takes ten seconds now to see

What took me twenty years to learn

 

Ain’t no paper worth nothing to me

To a girl… With matches to burn

To a girl... with matches to burn..

 

 

 

 

MEET MICHAEL HAWK By Tom Jensen

I called up this girl who

was going to see me tonight

She told me she was going to

a play with Michael Hawk…

 

Have you ever

met Michael Hawk?

I heard all his friends

call him Mike

He’s real friendly with the ladies

There’s something

about him they all like

 

Have you ever

met Michael Hawk?

He’s what they call

a real standup guy

He is over

six feet tall

And almost two feet wide

 

Michael Hawk might look

a little strange to you

Because his head is purple

His belly is white

And his feet are blue

 

He’s a memorable man

that Michael Hawk…

He always leans when he walks

He only wears one sock

And he never, ever talks

 

All the girls fall in love

with Michael Hawk

They say he’ll fit you

like a glove

that Michael Hawk

And that no man rises above

Michael Hawk

Yes, he’s very well

thought of that

Michael Hawk

 

Come along with

Michael Hawk

Won’t you dance

with Michael Hawk?

Hum a song to

Michael Hawk

Wrap your hands

around Michael Hawk

 

But never laugh

at Michael Hawk

And never turn your back on

Michael Hawk

Or you might get

slapped by Michael Hawk

For he’s very rash

that Michael Hawk

 

Have him for breakfast

Michael Hawk

Make him supper

Michael Hawk

Introduce him to your

sister and mother

Michael Hawk

But not your father or brother

Michael Hawk

 

He reminds me of a pirate,

Michael Hawk

For he’s only got one good eye

He’s made many girls go blind

Other girls quiver

and other girls cry

 

If you ever come across

Michael Hawk

Don’t hesitate to

give him a kiss

Just so long

as you don’t mind

The slight taste

of salt upon your lips

 

 

 

 

MELODY OF SORROW

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

I just found an old poem

That I once wrote for you

I'll add it to the rest of the pile

Of dreams that never came true

 

To be without love is a lonely place

But it's not worth waking up

With someone in the morning

Just to see someone else's face

 

She said either she's too old

Or I'm too young

When I told her she was the one

So our song of love was never sung

 

And now this melody of sorrow I softly hum

 

Age is just a number

That should come second to your heart's hunger

 

She told me I was born too late

When she asked me about my age

I asked her about fate

 

Just snap your fingers

Say the word

And I'll give my life to you

 

You've seen my eyes and felt my love

You know these words I speak are true

 

I've walked a winding road

To find the light ahead

 

I've done all that I can do

I've offered you my heart

Poured my soul on the ground

The rest is up to you

 

And if you tell me no

I will write once again

As I will be happy if you just be my friend

 

Captured in rhyme your memory will live on

As you will be remembered long after you're gone

 

With or without you

I will have to be strong

If it is not meant to be

This will just be a song

 

And now this melody of sorrow

I softly hum

 

 

 

                

 

 

MIC DROP by Tom Jensen

In I walk

You hear the mic drop

Even the hands of the clock stop

All the fans in stands knees knock

 

Once rhymes start dropping there’s no stopping

Girls kicking their knickers and panties off

As seats are getting wet from where it’s soft like cotton

 

The chicks with a flick of their wrists

Are lingerie tossing

We be G-string flossing

The floozies are using my sausage as a lozenge

Then I asked if salad tossing is an option

 

We all know I come with extra dressing

‘Cause I’m flexing and not stressing

But just to get that much flesh in

There is bound to be some messing

 

It will get down and dirty

If she’s flirty and under thirty

Hope you’re thirsty is she gets squirty

 

Look now we’re all sweaty ‘cause she’s ready

to have you and your best friend

to put it in and take it out

 

Now her mouth

Now her spout

Now her mouth

Now her spout

And now…

BABY PULL IT OUT!

 

Must be time to console

Oops…went in the wrong hole

(But it wasn’t REALLY the wrong hole)

 

 

Yeah, guys know…

(stop look around)

Hey, any bi’s blow?

I still get good wood on the fast ball!

Yes, I’ll fuck trannys who are passable

Go ahead…Make my day!

And lick my balls and a$$hole!

 

 

 

 

MICHELANGELO AND MARBLE

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

Alright…When it comes to minds and going exploring...

I raised my hands in the air and yell out I'm all for it

You may leave the room now to avoid a mind full of questions

You may leave the room and pace the halls with the rest of 'em

 

So many men don't understand

What we hold in our hands or what I'm speaking of

 

As this world keeps turning

There's a fire burning within minds like mine yearning for love

 

Like Michelangelo's marble

She possessed only the finest of features

Now I've found what I seek

All my life I've been a student

And now I have a teacher

 

I love the way her mind dances

Perhaps in time I'll reach her

Seems when she sings a song

I can't help but sing along

Now I proudly call myself a believer

 

We had a little talk about

Our creeds and our codes

I read to her a poem

That I once wrote about

following what little light that still glowed

 

Oh...Like Michelangelo's marble

She possessed only the finest of features

Now I've found what I seek

All my life I've been a student

And now I have a teacher

 

Oh...

 

Since I first heard her voice

It seems I'm not alone

Either by chance or by choice

Her words carve my mind

Like I was a piece of stone

(Like I was a piece of stone)

 

I recently became a believer

I'm caught under her spell

I recently became a believer

In the lady known as Weaver

(I love the lady Weaver)

 

Just like Michelangelo's marble

She possessed only the finest of features

Now I've found what I seek

All my life I've been a student

And now I have a teacher

 

Just like Michelangelo's marble

She possessed only the finest of features

Now I've found what I seek

All my life I've been a student

And now I have a teacher

 

She's Michelangelo...I'm marble...

Whoa...

She's Michelangelo...I'm marble...

Whoa...

Yeah!

 

What shape will I take?

Seems it's too early to tell...

I recently became a believer

In the Lady known as Weaver

And I hope you will as well...

 

I hope you will as well

I hope you will as well

I hope you will as well

 

She's Michelangelo...I'm marble...

Whoa... Yeah!

 

 

 

                      

 

 

 

MICKEY D's By Tom Jensen

I cannot complete a thought

It gets lost as I get cross

Trapped like a gas

In this vast

piece of orbiting mass

This little lucky piece of rock

That you could almost

paddle across

 

We've got some

pretty green trees

Yet it's still ripe

with disease

Full of wars you

can and can't see

 

You ask, "So what's it to me?"

Yes I know of history, geology,

Astronomy and World War Three

 

I have seen the greed

Once I would have

never believed

That money could

buy such misery

 

Now I see the naivety in me

As corporations start

owning countries

Now they're calling

Kenya Mickey D's

 

And happiness is just

a distant memory

So long unknown to me

Living in this world of adultery

 

Where what you see

Is not really what you see

And where what's to be

May never be

And though unchained

no one is free

 

You can look forever

and still not see

Believing simply that

What's to be will be

 

Thinking that men

don't make history

Only got lucky

Someone had to be

 

It took me many years to see

That God helps those

who help themselves

So think twice to yourself

Before you trust in anyone else

 

Or else you run the risk

Of feeling just like me

A dear friend to insanity

But hey, at least somebody

listens to me

 

 

 

 

 

MIDAS TOUCH By Tom Jensen

What has once been bought

has now been sold

Your Midas touch

turned me into gold

 

Never to grow young

never to grow old

Death does part

forget to have and hold

Sickness is health

as warmth becomes cold

 

A face once beautiful

is now pale and blue

Crumbling down

what was once brand new

 

The question is not how or why

or when but who?

The lesson is be careful

of what you wish for

Because it just might come true...

 

The wink of the eye

of your future wife

The turn of a corner

and the stab of a knife

Just a second could change your life

 

So beware of what's around you

Be aware of where you go

Because you never really know...

 

After your next step

After your next breath

There could be one life and one death

Forget all the rest

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

MULTIVERSE by Tom Jensen

The only thing real is this moment

So get up on it

And be a proponent

 

Fuck the trophy for participation

You want to finish in first place

At the end of the race?

With time you’ll find

The seeds were already sewn

By you in your mind in the very beginning

 

The day you stop dreaming

Is the day you stop achieving

And start living down to expectations

With nothing left to believe in

 

Through the years

Many infidels have raised hell

Trying to make things even

Leaving us in tears

As more victims fell

To some godless heathen

 

If you visualize grilled cheese

That could lead to world peace

But if you envision a barbeque

That just might be the end of me and you

 

Once you take control

Over the power within your mind

You can create the best possible version

Of all outcomes desired

 

 

 

                    

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

NAME IN LIGHTS By Tom Jensen

When you put it on the poster

The shorter the name

The bigger the print

 

You’re knee deep in posers

Your name in lights

You hit the bigs, yeah

 

They say there’s bullets flying down Broadway

But you haven’t yet heard the news…

You just got to have your piece of cake

And now you want to eat it, too

 

You wanna be the next Bobby Dylan

Oh, today it’s Johnny Cash

I could tell by your cool sun glasses

Looks like you lost your funny hat

 

You say your sound’s original

I’ve never heard nothing quite like that

Well I’ve been around a long time my boy

And I’ve got just one question that I’d like to ask…

 

You’re knee deep in posers

Your name in lights

You hit the bigs, yeah

 

But what happens when you’re exposed

By both the paparazzi

And  the pigs…oh!

 

Will you still say:

You love your life with all the stuff

You got because of what you said and did?

 

Or will you finally

See the light and make right

For all the crimes that you commit?

 

When you put it on the poster

The shorter the name

The bigger the print

 

You’re knee deep in posers

Your name in lights

You hit the bigs, yeah

 

They say there’s bullets flying down Broadway

But you haven’t yet heard the news…

You just got to have your piece of cake

And now you want to eat it, too

 

NATURE OF MAN

by Justin Justice & Tom Jensen

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

 

 

 

 

 

NEVER EXPECT IT By Your Wife & Tom Jensen

My wife’s a b*tch

That’s why she gets hit

When I get upset

I just raise my fist

 

She knows it well

She gave me hell

Then down she fell

Now she ain’t well

 

My wife’s a bitch

That’s why she gets hit

When I get upset (click sound)

I just raise (bang!)

 

(pause)

 

My husband’s dead

I shot him in the head

That’s the last time I said

Now the floor’s all red

 

Now I’m going off to bed

Later I’ll clean all this mess

Decide whether to confess

Or go and burn this bloody dress

 

(humming)

 

My husband’s dead

I shot him in the head

That was the last time I said...

 

 

 

 

 

 

NOTHING AT ALL By Tom Jensen

You walked up to me

With my clothes in your hands

We had a conversation about things

Only I could understand

 

Not a tear I did see

For I kept my eyes closed

The way in which I feel

I'm the only one who knows

 

You begged and pleaded from your knees

Every other word I heard was please

Please don't you go away

Please, please

Don't you leave me this way

 

Only I knew that our fate was sealed

I kept my eyes closed

So that nothing was revealed

 

Someday all your wounds will heal

Someday I will tell you how I really feel...

 

I once asked you to save me from myself

Though soon I learned

That you can't leave that up

To anyone else

 

I asked you to change your ways

Though soon I realized

That some colors won't fade

 

The only one to help me is myself

For sometimes some things

Cannot be entrusted to someone else

 

Your inspiration was once my soul

But soon your hatred was for me

And the love I stole

 

You thought I'd take your heart

And keep it forever

But in this world of uncertainty

You can never say never

 

So many red-eyed days

So many nights filled with unrest

I was finally forced to realize

This may be too great a test

 

So many sleepless nights

And soon daydreams of another's face

I knew I couldn't stay

While wishing I was in some other place

 

Your heart's filled with gold

Yet your eyes are so cold

And the mirror which you hold

Reflects the face of no one at all

 

Your weakness often showed

And soon the time grew old

As no dream I had was too bold

The ceiling of our love was bound to fall

 

No regrets

Though memory will not soon forget

Myself I found

Now there are no more chains

To hold me down

There must be some reason

That it turned out this way

But I know right now

There's not one that I could say

 

I loved you once

And you will find love again

There is no better message

That I can send

 

Maybe I shouldn't have made you

Feel so tall

Maybe all your problems I couldn't solve

Sleep well knowing I am sorry

For the pain I've caused

Just know it's better feeling pain

Than feeling nothing at all

 

 

 

                         

 

 

NOW BOARDING

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

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

 

 

 

 

 

OBAMAFICATION By Tom Jensen

America wants change

Not the rhetoric of change:

 

Yes we can

But we didn't

See sometimes

The truth is hidden

 

Sure some words

Were surely spoken

The needle's stuck

Record is broken

 

Yes we can...

Yes we can...

Yes we can...

 

The rhetoric

Just keeps getting repeated

Information

Guess we don't need it

 

Pick a war hero

Or a good neighbor

Suffer sooner or

Suffer later

 

Yes we can...

Yes we can...

Yes we can...

 

 

 

ONE SLIP OF THE KNIFE

by Justin Justice & Tom Jensen

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

 

 

                        

 

OPEN AND CLOSED By Tom Jensen

(for a female vocalist)

Won’t you close your eyes?

Have a listen to my song

Can you still see me?

This is for someone dear to me

 

Since hearts don’t tell lies

They speak syllables of truth

Can you still see me?

Have I yet appeared to you?

 

Don’t you know how much

Just what you mean to me?

Won’t you keep me real

Don’t let me become

Just another memory

 

Please stay here with me

Never let me fade away

Please hold onto me

Never let me disappear

 

With the inner strength

Residing inside you

No woman alive

Would ever deny you

 

I could live for you

I would die for you

But I’ll cry for you

If you want me to do

 

Hold me in your hands

Be my shell,

I’ll be your pearl

Now I understand

That you have control

Over my entire waking world

 

Be my ray of light

On this cloud-filled day

Please give me words

When I don’t know what to say

 

Give me inspiration

Keep me brave and strong

Please keep your eyes closed

Until I finish my song

 

Don’t you know how much

Just what you mean to me?

Won’t you keep me real

Don’t let me become

Just another memory

 

Won’t you stay with me

Never let me fade away

Please hold onto me

Never let me disappear

 

Now open your eyes

I stand naked before you

Sung my siren’s song of truth

Whispered softly my secret

"I live to adore you..."

 

 

 

 

OVERRATED by Tyler Thompson & Tom Jensen

It's all the same yet so much has changed

Since ten years ago

There's so much I've learned but still I've returned

To what I used to know

 

New strangers appear… Old friends disappear

For some reason I've let them go

 

So simply stated:

My book no one's read it…

My life story nobody knows

 

Though my cover is quite plain my text is full and rich

Be it fact or fiction

Who knows which is which?

 

I fake my happiness, hold back my  tears

So I appear elated

It's best that I hide behind these hollow eyes

While I'm intoxicated

 

It's all the same yet so much has changed

Feeling high, then feeling low

I've visited here and I've traveled there

But what have to show

 

It's all the same yet so much has changed

Since ten years ago

There's so much I've learned but still I've returned

To what I used to know

 

New strangers appear… Old friends disappear

For some reason I've let them go

 

So simply stated

Life's too complicated

Tired of telling my tale of woe

 

It's suddenly so clear to me

That I may never be

What I want to be

So hopefully being the best

Is overrated…….Overrated

 

 

                     

 

 

PANDORA'S BOX By Tom Jensen

Closed is Pandora's box

Now there is no

face on the clock

As this new day begins

so surreal and sublime

 

Glide with the ebb and flow

Watch a once high tide

now grow low

As the sea dances

in its endless pantomime

 

On the banks of this shore

One needs one's self

And nothing more

 

There's no reasons,

no rhymes

And thus everything

is fine

 

Just four seasons

of sunshine

The only killing is

that of time

 

There are no words

That can hurt

Nor lessons once taught

Now needing

to be unlearned

 

Just a fire that burns

Yet does not scorch

Acting as a beacon

And as a torch

 

Helping to light the way

For all those who've

Been led astray

 

Neither at work

Nor at play

Is where I've come

to find myself today

 

Lost freedom has been gained

How could you

ever be the same?

 

Now self-aware

of a life without ego or crime

 

Tension has been released

Finally your mind is at peace

Being here alone

is like traveling back in time

 

Our fate still has yet

to be sealed

A glimmer of hope

Has since been revealed

No soldiers on the battlefield

War has ended

And time has healed

 

Returning to the days of yore

A glimmer of hope

Has since been restored

 

Neither at work

Nor at play

Is where I've come

to find myself today

 

Here along the banks

of this shore

One needs one's self

And nothing more

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

                    

 

PARDON ME By Tom Jensen

I just got a pardon from the president

Because I did not admit to what I knew they'd submit as evidence

And I just made a friend who will do what it takes

And be there to the end or at least until he fixes mistakes

I think we may have just set a new precedence

 

Since it is so clearly evident

That politics is no place for benevolence

When we can't trust the president

That means we can't trust the government

Who often sells out its residents

Giveth and taketh on false precedents

 

Since some just take whatever they need

With greed...what's important is the numbers on

Not the names of dead presidents

I have come to believe

Not everyone is entitled to be free

Because a handful of money is all you need

 

To put people in your pocket to guarantee

That when trouble comes it'll let you be

When you buy a judge

You can throw out the jury

 

The system's become corrupt

Manipulated through misdeeds

Someone should do something

'Cause there's a document I've seen

Saying they're vetting Ann Coulter and Satan

To run together in 2016

 

Just remember that

Every candidate has a rhyme

Around election time

Saying we'll do just fine

If you wave this sign

 

Standing on a pedestal

Waving a fake gold medal

Just rubbing on their crystal ball

Saying they've been here and there

They've seen and done it all

 

Only after the choice has been made

And you've dealt them the ace of spades

While thinking that politics isn't a game

And you haven't been played

 

But finally after all the promises have been made

You found that the scale of honesty

Has never been weighed

As they've forgotten all that they've said

 

Speaking this while doing that

They placed one foot on the platform

And then they fell flat

The train they boarded straight to the top

The engine failed; the track got derailed

And when the conductor was jailed

The bail they collected was never mailed

 

Yet every opinion they stated

Was quoted as fact

Saying that proof was in the eye

And they said it with such tact

 

Even though no

Evidence ever backed

But numbers can lie

Once you've developed the knack

 

So everyone signed on the dotted line

Without ever reading the pact

And now you're complaining

About paying so high a tax

Once you sign a deal with the Devil

There's no turning back

 

However, there's a new path unpaved

 

So it's up to me and you

We've been taught to

follow the leader

Sadly, it's true

 

It can't be that way anymore

Time for us to settle the score

Start pushing the stale old values aside

No more can we run and hide

 

The government that rules us

practically everyone is a liar

Words catching on

And now it's spreading like a fire

 

They've talked and talked

Talk, talk, talk 'til they're blue in the face

Just follow me and I'll show you the way

 

Going to Washington D.C.

Time to see the true enemy

But beware...for their twisting tongues will tell you it's me

Don't listen to them if you want to be free

 

Join us - every color and race

Speed up! - We've got to quicken the pace

Million man march - huh - multiply that by ten

History, we're going through it again

 

Do it for the homeless you meet

Do it for the children on the street

Think about the hungry, the ill, and the sick

We'll dismantle the system brick by brick

 

Tell it straight and don't beat around the Bush

We tried to pull now it's time to push

It's nine for them and one for us

It's their turn to sit on the back of the bus

 

The politicians look us right in the eyes

While their words are full of lies

So it should come as no surprise

What happens to them after they die

They care not for us only I

They tell me, "Well, just because..."

When I ask why

They say, "They learned it from their peers...

That true honesty has disappeared."

 

So true has come our biggest fears

There's no one left who really cares

I'm going to give each one a mirror

So they can see what we see

 

Then I'm going to run for president

So I can show what's evident

I will answer questions truthfully

And you can think what you want of me

 

I'll hide behind no mask at all

Not forced to sit I will stand tall...

I'll be myself and wear no veil

With my left hand on the bible:

"I smoked pot and I inhaled!"

 

 

 

           

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

 

 

            

 

PERFECT IMPERFECTIONS

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

Perfect imperfections

Perfect imperfections

 

I always tried to show

you the best of me

Sure, I may have lied

about the rest of me

 

I should have given me whole

For scars make love real

What we can't control

Is what seals the deal

 

The sharing of fears

and weaknesses

Helps manifest lovers

from friends

 

Can lead to holding

each other at night

When you don't want the day to end...

And I don't want this day to end...

No, I don't want this day to end

 

Perfect imperfections

Perfect imperfections

 

I long to see your face

in the rising sun

 

I long to hold you dear

because you're the one

(You're the one)

 

I find I found I failed

This great test of me

 

I should have told you

all about my history

 

With this new day

Comes a new way

For you and for me

Yes, for both of us

 

In this new light

Will come tonight

As we shall have

So much to discuss

 

Perfect imperfections

Perfect imperfections

Perfect imperfections

Perfect imperfections

 

 

 

 

PERFECT WORLD By Tom Jensen

I've spent my whole life

Looking for what I can't see

For what will never be

As the only thing

that can set me free

 

Is an unknown memory

That somewhere lives

inside of me

Behind a locked door

Perhaps you hold the key?

 

This set pattern we follow

is just one of their lies

A world lacking communion

only me's and I's

 

Through competition our

brotherhood has been broken

As no one's acknowledged

these words that I've spoken

 

Everything, even people

filed by order and rank

Number one built the Titanic

And yet down it sank

 

There's still time left

to return these ideas

you've been sold

Rise up in rebellion,

could you be so bold?

 

The whole world's a fight

I can't get no peace

My mind gets disrupted

When it's at ease

 

The sun and I awake as one

Though it's not my first choice

I'd prefer to sleep in late

I wish I had a voice

 

Some say if winning

isn't everything then

why keep score?

Those same people

send other mother's

sons to war

 

I could be like you

or maybe someone else

One step towards them

and one away from myself

 

Sometimes they see me

and ask me "How I feel?"

I respond,

"Like a hamster

on a rusty wheel"

 

If you feel trapped like a rat

in this world so cold

Rise up in rebellion,

could you be so bold?

 

The whole world's a fight

I can't get no peace

My mind gets disrupted

When it's at ease

 

Watching the sunset

Is a long forgotten art

Feet so busy walking

Separate from the heart

 

The brokers in their

suits and ties

walking down Wall Street

The ones with their

diamond watches

and their hair so neat

 

They get so stressed out

playing all their

Wall Street games

Go home and

 

yell at their wives

forget their own kids' names

 

All for the love of money

and nothing more

If they call that rich

then you can call me poor

 

If they tell you the lie

"all that glitters is gold"

Rise up in rebellion,

could you be so bold?

 

The whole world's a fight

I can't get no peace

My mind gets disrupted

When it's at ease

 

When was the last time

You noticed the moon?

I'm surprised

You've forgotten so soon

 

As I climb up the mountains

and float over the sea

I find myself alone

and contented

alive and free

 

No need to look

at my watch

or punch a clock

And I actually

notice my feet

when I go for a walk

 

It could be like this

if enough people believe

Just as the wind

blows a flower

I'm planting my seed

 

There's so much more

than what you've been told

Rise up in rebellion

could you be so bold?

 

 

 

 

PERMANENT LIES by Tom Jensen

Permanent lies, permanent lies

Permanent lies, permanent lies

 

Facts are interchangeable

Opinions oh so manageable

Everything is rearrangeable

For those who own the world

 

The discovery I am finding

No contract can be binding

When the empire is declining

The shell closes on a pearl

 

When confined by isolation

With this stale air I’m tasting

I slowly begin wasting

My time, my mind, my pay

 

So with nothing in my pockets

I gotta go get it

Because I don’t got it

And when I do it flits away

 

Permanent lies

Lead to infinite wars…

What hides behind the disguise?

It’s so hard to tell anymore

 

There’s many giving up

No, I’m not talking ‘bout the poor

Lots of middle class or better

All falling dead upon the floor

 

 

 

            

 

 

PICTURE SOMETHING NICE By Tom Jensen

Homeless mand in the alley

He's paying his dues

While he was sleeping

The children took his shoes

 

When he wakes up

He looks so confused

His pride is hurt

What's left of his ego is bruised

 

Yeah, every hour

of every day

The faces change

But the story's the same

 

You live it, you breathe it

You hear it, you see it

You learn to accept it

And soon you expect it

 

Just as the sun rises

Just as the moon shines bright

There's no need to worry

You're doing all right

 

Don't pay attention

Just walk on by

Picture something nice

Don't you bat an eye

 

It's not your problem

Someone else will solve it

It's not your problem

Someone else will fix it

 

You just leave the worrying to me

I'll worry about the way thing ought to be

It's not your problem

So go on and make your exit

 

You think that you're perfect?

In everything you say

In everything you do

Some say what you don't know

Cannot hurt you

And you believe it to be true

 

Oh, but the price you will pay

You will find out some day

That day maybe today

Or could still be far away

 

So you better keep on your toes

Because there is something

That everybody knows

Inside there's a monster that grows

Beneath your pretty clothes

 

A vanity affair

But there is no one else there

You're only cheating yourself

 

A vanity affair

Either make amends

Or keep playing pretend

You're only cheating yourself

When you think you win

Then you really lose

So either apply some more makeup

Or think of changing your shoes

 

A vanity affair

You're not just cheating yourself

You're dragging down

Everybody else

 

 

                           

 

PRETTY TOYS

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

With every hurled stone that is cast

I walk one step closer to becoming broken

With every coming sunset I manage to outlast

Ahead lies a sunrise by which I may not be awoken

 

With every cigarette I smoke

I see another small sign of cancer

With every question that I ask

I find I come closer to the answer

 

As I look within your empty eyes

You create a new fantasy to fill the void

You play some music to cover your sighs

and fill your room with all those pretty toys...

 

Hey rich girl...Throw the keys to your Mercedes down to me

You'll have to leave it all behind if you really want to be free

I look at my hands they're all beaten and torn

Sometimes you must get dirty if you want to be reborn

 

Hey rich girl... tell me what did you see when you traveled the world?

Did you do all you were told like daddy's good little girl?

Come away with me and maybe I'll write you a song

I've come here to teach you that everything they taught you was wrong...

 

Hey rich girl... Just what makes you think

Father always knows best?

Sure you've found some answers but you still must take the test

 

With every hurled stone that you cast

You walk one step closer to becoming broken

With every coming sunset you manage to outlast

Ahead lies a sunrise by which you may not be awoken

 

With every cigarette you smoke

You see another small sign of cancer

With every question that you ask

You come much closer to the answer

 

Look within your empty eyes

A new fantasy to fill the void?

Play some music to cover your sighs

Fill your room with more pretty toys...

 

Pretty toys…Pretty toys…Pretty toys

 

 

 

 

PUSHING THE BUTTON By Tom Jensen

History won't repeat this so I'm gonna say it with a fist

Scratch my name off the list… Somebody's gotta resist

 

Such actions without thinking is like an alcoholic drinking

One slip is all it takes to start the snowball rolling and then it's too late

 

And when there's an avalanche below

You'll be the one who's covered by the snow

Covered from head to toe

 

They keep you in suspense while hiding behind their fence

And in the same sense there is just no defense

 

When all it takes is a fool like you

To push the button and we're all through

The whole world's future and the whole world's past

One flick of the wrist and it's gone in a flash

With one press of the button

Were here and then gone all of a sudden

 

F&%$#*g 'A' is what I say

I stopped caring about getting blown away

 

You can hide under desks

You can hide behind chairs

But there's nowhere to run

When the sirens blare

 

When video games turn into real life

You say goodbye to your children

And then goodbye to your wife

 

And don't forget to pet

Your dog as well

Right before all of us

Get blown to hell