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Item 175
THE LIGHT
TYPED/PRINTED - flag for Tom, not handwritten
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Typed lyric sheet
- Collection
- Tom writes thisthe old category list says: MOTIVATIONAL ; LOVE ; INSPIRING (not checked by Tom)
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011) - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
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THE LIGHT
My world is empty
As strangers pass I imagine myself endeared in their eye
They never stop, just go about their daily routine
Never wondering what an unknown figure could ever do for them
Perhaps make every dream come true, perhaps give them the sun and place it in
their hands
They walk by and their lives are changed forever, unknown to them
I could have been their everything
My life remains the same, alone
I am willing to love
Yet they never stop, just go about their daily routine
Sometimes I try to be noticed, I shout and wave my hands and make promises I
wholly intend to keep
But they do not stop, not for me
Desperate, I keep on searching
Filling my void with whatever I find to make the day pass
Night falls and covers my weeping eyes and wet cheeks
Despair fills my heart as darkness fills the air
Alone and in the dark my eyes catch sight of a distant light
So far in the distance and so high atop the sky
Seemingly a kin to the mountains it is so unreachable
Yet I must try
What have I to lose except the pain of tears?
With every step closer my sorrow is lifted
I walk long miles yet my legs do not feel heavy
My heart begins racing as the light does not fade as I get closer
So many times before my dreams crushed right before my eyes
Maybe once I will succeed, to reach the top
After an eternity of traveling I reach the summit
The light, once distant and small, encompasses me
I stand before it, anxious to touch it
I extend my hand in friendly greeting
The light enters my fingertip and explodes into my body
A body once cold regains warmth
Each sense more exited than the next
All pain ever felt before is exiled back to where it came
My spirit returns and I feel alive
The light I now hold within guides me
Through darkness
Through worry
Now as I have found the light I will never be alone
The light I have found is you
My world is empty
As strangers pass I imagine myself endeared in their eye
They never stop, just go about their daily routine
Never wondering what an unknown figure could ever do for them
Perhaps make every dream come true, perhaps give them the sun and place it in
their hands
They walk by and their lives are changed forever, unknown to them
I could have been their everything
My life remains the same, alone
I am willing to love
Yet they never stop, just go about their daily routine
Sometimes I try to be noticed, I shout and wave my hands and make promises I
wholly intend to keep
But they do not stop, not for me
Desperate, I keep on searching
Filling my void with whatever I find to make the day pass
Night falls and covers my weeping eyes and wet cheeks
Despair fills my heart as darkness fills the air
Alone and in the dark my eyes catch sight of a distant light
So far in the distance and so high atop the sky
Seemingly a kin to the mountains it is so unreachable
Yet I must try
What have I to lose except the pain of tears?
With every step closer my sorrow is lifted
I walk long miles yet my legs do not feel heavy
My heart begins racing as the light does not fade as I get closer
So many times before my dreams crushed right before my eyes
Maybe once I will succeed, to reach the top
After an eternity of traveling I reach the summit
The light, once distant and small, encompasses me
I stand before it, anxious to touch it
I extend my hand in friendly greeting
The light enters my fingertip and explodes into my body
A body once cold regains warmth
Each sense more exited than the next
All pain ever felt before is exiled back to where it came
My spirit returns and I feel alive
The light I now hold within guides me
Through darkness
Through worry
Now as I have found the light I will never be alone
The light I have found is you
Item 215
UNTITLED - first line: I've been watching the white trashification of these United States...
TYPED "white trashification" with handwritten additions
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Typed lyric sheet
- Collection
- Tom writes this
- Published in
- IN A BOOKThe November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Chomskian Poems (2011)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024) - Age when written
- written by age 32 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
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I've been watching the white trashification of these United States
over the last fifty years smiling, acknowledging faces
on the street over come by indifference and hate
I've been watching the white trashification of these Divided States
it's an unfortunate story but one that some body had to narrate {all}
over the last fifty years smiling, acknowledging faces
on the street over come by indifference and hate
I've been watching the white trashification of these Divided States
it's an unfortunate story but one that some body had to narrate {all}
Item 234
NEVER BE (typed doc + handwritten)
Typed "NEVER BE" + ABABCADDDC rhyme scheme + handwritten additions
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Typed lyric sheet
- Collection
- Tom writes thisthe old category list says: INTERNAL STRUGGLE ; INSPIRING ; MOTIVATIONAL (not checked by Tom)
- Published in
- ON THE 34 ALBUMSKneel, Heal and Rise [S16] ; Liminal State [S15] · as the song NEVER BE ; SIGN OF THE TIMESmatched on the words: three or more seven-word runs shared with that song
IN A BOOK200 Poems Waiting For Music (2013)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
180 Good Poems (2012)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024) - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
- Copies
- 2 in the catalogue · also written out as number 235matched on the words by machine - Tom confirms
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D D
D D
C
NEVER BE
I told myself that I'm willing to wait
To make my mark
But I've been looking up lately
I notice the sky is getting dark
And the light is growing dim
If things keep progressing at this rate
It might be...my destiny...to be...
A never was...a never be...
As opposed to a has been
I told myself that I am willing to deflate
My own ego
And Try to silence any feelings of hate
That deep inside of me grow even though these toxins
I push [?] I swallow hard and try to bury them alive
I got nothing but time...and my mind...
These years in my prime... and this dedication to rhyme
As my tools to use to help me survive
I got nothing but time
and my mind
These years in my prime
and this dedication to rhyme
to
I told myself that I am willing to bear
My inner soul
I told myself that I am willing to share
What others hide
D D
C
NEVER BE
I told myself that I'm willing to wait
To make my mark
But I've been looking up lately
I notice the sky is getting dark
And the light is growing dim
If things keep progressing at this rate
It might be...my destiny...to be...
A never was...a never be...
As opposed to a has been
I told myself that I am willing to deflate
My own ego
And Try to silence any feelings of hate
That deep inside of me grow even though these toxins
I push [?] I swallow hard and try to bury them alive
I got nothing but time...and my mind...
These years in my prime... and this dedication to rhyme
As my tools to use to help me survive
I got nothing but time
and my mind
These years in my prime
and this dedication to rhyme
to
I told myself that I am willing to bear
My inner soul
I told myself that I am willing to share
What others hide
Item 238
BLESSING IN DISGUISE (one page)
Multi-page production package - typed BLESSING IN DISGUISE in colored text (red/blue/green), handwritten lyric sheets, production notes, syllable worksheet. Phongy@telus.net listed.
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Typed lyric sheet
- Collection
- Tom writes thisthe old category list says: HEARTBREAK ; LOVE NOT MEANT TO BE (not checked by Tom)
- Published in
- ON THE 34 ALBUMSHigh Tides and Landslides [SL7] ; Sheila Tequila [SL2] · as the song BLESSING IN DISGUISE ; THE LIGHT OR THE WHITEmatched on the words: three or more seven-word runs shared with that song
IN A BOOKPoems By Tom (2007)
The November 2024 Collection (2024)
Finished Song Lyrics (2011)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Brian Rainstorm Song Lyric Book (2014)
The November 2012 Anthology (2012)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024) - Age when written
- written by age 29 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
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The words on this page
[Top left paper fragment]
Blessing [?]
[Center page]
BLESSING IN DISGUISE
Maybe you'll see him again
When all is well
Up there in heaven
Or maybe down here in hell
There's no telling
What the tide will bring to shore
No way to know if you'll meet again
Once you walk out that door
Think of the one you loved
Whom you now despise
Believing that a heart grown cold
Is a heart grown wise
Yet before the flood Mother Nature sighs
For she holds a power that no man denies
Soaked to the bone
As you're on your way home
With the umbrella that you hold
At least you are not alone
Everything happens for a reason
Soon you will realize
That even your worst nightmare
Could be a blessing in disguise
And that after it rains the sun will rise
[Handwritten text around the center block]
facing the unknown
Can show you things that
weren't shown
Yet the future can't
be for told
Never know which way
The wind will be blowing
[Bottom handwritten note]
Phongy @ telus.net
[Bottom left paper fragment]
---
unknown
grown
---
No way to know if you'll meet again
Once you walk out that door
Soaked to the bone
As you're on your way home
With the umbrella that you hold
At least you are not alone
tes: This was a tough one to stick a chorus/refrain into. I chose to put in the red stanzas immediately after any water them
ully this will work. I changed it so that a male singer is giving guidance to a female who feels wronged by her lover. It's a
that offers inspiration. Hopefully it reads well and makes sense.
You said your hellos
Now say your goodbyes
Know that anything that lives
Is everything that dies
When the waves get rough
They may catch you by surprise
But when the ship starts sinking
It's time to cut your ties
deleted stanza for length/weakness
deleted stanza for length/weakness
---
Allowing you to gaze up at brighter skies
Your soul will guide you
When your heart tells you lies
Sometimes when you search
You have to close your eyes
There is no such path
Straight as the crow flies
This journey you make
Is filled with lows and highs
Soaked to the bone
As you're on your way home
With the umbrella that you hold
At least you are not alone
Yet you're soaked to the bone
As you're on your way home
With the umbrella that you hold
At least you are not alone
So much for talking
You had better start walking
With the clouds rolling in
Pretty soon it'll pour
As all the dirt
Washes down the street
Like tears cried over a battle
That was lost in defeat
Maybe you'll see him again
When all is well
Up there in heaven
Or maybe down here in hell
There's no telling
What the tide will bring to shore
[Handwritten text:]
Why can noone be owned
beneath your breath you moan
Trying to gain some self-control
Perhaps your reaction
was overblown
---
One - (prown), known, moan,
---
Blessing in disguise...
Duet - male & female
↓ maybe you'll see her again
(Waiting by the phone)
↓ maybe you'll see him again
Keep Music the same
Lai guitar Electric guitar solo↓
Beginning the song and
echoing
[bracket pointing to the following text]
Soaked to bone
you're on your way home
with the umbrella that you
hold
at least you're not alone
[arrow pointing to the following text]
Second stanza
waiting by the
phone
---
enough - hard
to make out
Soaked to the bone (4) _ _ _ _
As you're on your way home _ _ _ _ _ _ (6)
With the umbrella that you hold _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ (8)
At least you are not alone _ _ _ _ _ _ _ (7)
4 bone
6 home
8 hold
7 alone
old - [crossed out], bold, fold, threshhold,
undertone unfold, [crossed out], mold, old, told, [crossed out], controlled, blindfold
atone, cyclone, [crossed out], [crossed out], [crossed out], tombstone, monotone
one - [circled: grown], known, moan, own, phone, sewn, [circled: [crossed out]], stone, tone
fa
can sho
yet
Never
the
---
BLESSING IN DISGUISE
Maybe you'll see him again
When all is well
Up there in heaven
Or maybe down here in hell
There's no telling
What the tide will bring to shore
No way to know if you'll meet again
Once you walk out that door
Think of the one you loved
Whom you now despise
Believing that a heart grown cold
Is a heart grown wise
Yet before the flood Mother Nature sighs
For she holds a power that no man denies
[Crossed out: As you're on your way home]
[Crossed out: With the umbrella that you hold]
[Crossed out: At least you are not alone]
As you're on your way home
With the umbrella that you hold
At least you are not alone
Everything happens for a reason
Soon you will realize
That even your worst nightmare
Could be a blessing in disguise
And that after it rains the sun will rise
facing the unknown
Can show you things that
weren't shown
the future can't
be told
Never know which way
The wind will be blowing
Phongy e telus.net
Blessing [?]
[Center page]
BLESSING IN DISGUISE
Maybe you'll see him again
When all is well
Up there in heaven
Or maybe down here in hell
There's no telling
What the tide will bring to shore
No way to know if you'll meet again
Once you walk out that door
Think of the one you loved
Whom you now despise
Believing that a heart grown cold
Is a heart grown wise
Yet before the flood Mother Nature sighs
For she holds a power that no man denies
Soaked to the bone
As you're on your way home
With the umbrella that you hold
At least you are not alone
Everything happens for a reason
Soon you will realize
That even your worst nightmare
Could be a blessing in disguise
And that after it rains the sun will rise
[Handwritten text around the center block]
facing the unknown
Can show you things that
weren't shown
Yet the future can't
be for told
Never know which way
The wind will be blowing
[Bottom handwritten note]
Phongy @ telus.net
[Bottom left paper fragment]
---
unknown
grown
---
No way to know if you'll meet again
Once you walk out that door
Soaked to the bone
As you're on your way home
With the umbrella that you hold
At least you are not alone
tes: This was a tough one to stick a chorus/refrain into. I chose to put in the red stanzas immediately after any water them
ully this will work. I changed it so that a male singer is giving guidance to a female who feels wronged by her lover. It's a
that offers inspiration. Hopefully it reads well and makes sense.
You said your hellos
Now say your goodbyes
Know that anything that lives
Is everything that dies
When the waves get rough
They may catch you by surprise
But when the ship starts sinking
It's time to cut your ties
deleted stanza for length/weakness
deleted stanza for length/weakness
---
Allowing you to gaze up at brighter skies
Your soul will guide you
When your heart tells you lies
Sometimes when you search
You have to close your eyes
There is no such path
Straight as the crow flies
This journey you make
Is filled with lows and highs
Soaked to the bone
As you're on your way home
With the umbrella that you hold
At least you are not alone
Yet you're soaked to the bone
As you're on your way home
With the umbrella that you hold
At least you are not alone
So much for talking
You had better start walking
With the clouds rolling in
Pretty soon it'll pour
As all the dirt
Washes down the street
Like tears cried over a battle
That was lost in defeat
Maybe you'll see him again
When all is well
Up there in heaven
Or maybe down here in hell
There's no telling
What the tide will bring to shore
[Handwritten text:]
Why can noone be owned
beneath your breath you moan
Trying to gain some self-control
Perhaps your reaction
was overblown
---
One - (prown), known, moan,
---
Blessing in disguise...
Duet - male & female
↓ maybe you'll see her again
(Waiting by the phone)
↓ maybe you'll see him again
Keep Music the same
Lai guitar Electric guitar solo↓
Beginning the song and
echoing
[bracket pointing to the following text]
Soaked to bone
you're on your way home
with the umbrella that you
hold
at least you're not alone
[arrow pointing to the following text]
Second stanza
waiting by the
phone
---
enough - hard
to make out
Soaked to the bone (4) _ _ _ _
As you're on your way home _ _ _ _ _ _ (6)
With the umbrella that you hold _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ (8)
At least you are not alone _ _ _ _ _ _ _ (7)
4 bone
6 home
8 hold
7 alone
old - [crossed out], bold, fold, threshhold,
undertone unfold, [crossed out], mold, old, told, [crossed out], controlled, blindfold
atone, cyclone, [crossed out], [crossed out], [crossed out], tombstone, monotone
one - [circled: grown], known, moan, own, phone, sewn, [circled: [crossed out]], stone, tone
fa
can sho
yet
Never
the
---
BLESSING IN DISGUISE
Maybe you'll see him again
When all is well
Up there in heaven
Or maybe down here in hell
There's no telling
What the tide will bring to shore
No way to know if you'll meet again
Once you walk out that door
Think of the one you loved
Whom you now despise
Believing that a heart grown cold
Is a heart grown wise
Yet before the flood Mother Nature sighs
For she holds a power that no man denies
[Crossed out: As you're on your way home]
[Crossed out: With the umbrella that you hold]
[Crossed out: At least you are not alone]
As you're on your way home
With the umbrella that you hold
At least you are not alone
Everything happens for a reason
Soon you will realize
That even your worst nightmare
Could be a blessing in disguise
And that after it rains the sun will rise
facing the unknown
Can show you things that
weren't shown
the future can't
be told
Never know which way
The wind will be blowing
Phongy e telus.net
Item 420
SNIPER (typed) + 2002 DC Sniper newspaper clipping
TYPED SNIPER lyric + PRINTED NEWSPAPER ARTICLE (Montgomery County, Chief Moose, 7th killing) + blue ink research notes in margins
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Typed lyric sheet
- Collection
- Tom writes this
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011) - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
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The words on this page
She said If its meant to be then love will
find a way
She said If you love me then you will
surely stay
Well she was right but I was wrong
And we broke apart before too long
A fool and his lover will soon be parted
But it ended before it barely started
So now I'm left a jealous man
She walks with others hand in hand
I promised her the stars and the moon above
Then she told me I have to prove my love
Now I know she's what I need
I showed my love through words and deeds
But she wasn't ready to take me back
in a flash
She needed a gaurrentee my love would
last
find a way
She said If you love me then you will
surely stay
Well she was right but I was wrong
And we broke apart before too long
A fool and his lover will soon be parted
But it ended before it barely started
So now I'm left a jealous man
She walks with others hand in hand
I promised her the stars and the moon above
Then she told me I have to prove my love
Now I know she's what I need
I showed my love through words and deeds
But she wasn't ready to take me back
in a flash
She needed a gaurrentee my love would
last
Item 803
Duet with the sea
Two sheets of lined notebook paper containing handwritten lyrics and analysis, one sheet containing a typed version of the lyrics with handwritten edits and marks.
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Typed lyric sheet
- Collection
- Tom writes this
- Published in
- IN A BOOKTom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011) - Age when written
- written by age 33 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
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Picture 1 of 2
Picture 2 of 2
The words on this page
[Typed Sheet]
I walk the beach this summer's day
I can feel the sun but it's so out of reach
Do I want her is she the one
Questions asked while walking up and down the shore
Do I wait or has our time past?
Am I treading water in a motionless state?
Is she more mother or daughter?
Are those the same eyes I know - same as I saw before
She left me here and I'm so low
She's probably sitting home and she doesn't care
The ocean's blue, but not alone
We share this song I'm now writing for you
And the castle walls made of sand [crossed out: get trampled on]
And the rising tide ahead [crossed out: and] down fall
I'm still trying to understand
[crossed out text] she's trying to hide
Why you didn't call and still have [crossed out: to show]
[crossed out text]
Would I even recognize truth from lies?
[Lined Sheet]
Duet with the sea
[Left side numbers 5, 8, 11] [right side text]
ste
left me here and i'm so low
tide's coming in, I'm buried up to my ears
(1) 8 11 I walk the beach this summer's day
I can feel the sun, but it's so out of reach
(6) 11 but not
The ocean's blue, [crossed out: oceans] alone
[crossed out: humming] this melody, [crossed out: that] [crossed out: are] [crossed out: notes] for you
we share I'm writing
(7) 8 11 Are your
castle walls just made of sand
And the rising tide ahead [crossed out: is] down fall
our
(2) 8 11 Do I want her, is she the one?
Questions asked while walking up and down the shore
(3) 8 11 Do I wait or has our time past
I'm treading water in a motionless [crossed out: state] state
(4) 8 Is she more mother or daughter? [crossed out: same]
[crossed out: Are] those the same eyes I know [crossed out: and] [crossed out: I]
Are saw before? [crossed out: ore] sure
---
I walk the beach this summer's day
I can feel the sun but it's so out of reach
Do I want her is she the one
Questions asked while walking up and down the shore
Do I wait or has our time past?
Am I treading water in a motionless state?
Is she more mother or daughter?
Are those same eyes I know - same as I saw before
She left me here and I'm so low
She's probably sitting home and she doesn't care
The ocean's blue, but not alone
We share this song I'm now writing for you
[crossed out: Are your castle walls] [crossed out: made of sand?] get trampled on
And the rising tide ahead [crossed out: down] fall
their final
I'm still trying to understand
Why you didn't call and still have [crossed out: to show]
is there something
[crossed out: she's trying to] she's trying to
[crossed out: hide]
[arrow pointing from "hide" back to text] hide
[illegible scribbles]
[illegible scribbles]
S
[crossed out: [illegible]] [crossed out: [illegible]] [crossed out: [illegible]] tries from [?]
Would I even recognize truth from lies?
5
I walk the beach this summer's day
I can feel the sun but it's so out of reach
Do I want her is she the one
Questions asked while walking up and down the shore
Do I wait or has our time past?
Am I treading water in a motionless state?
Is she more mother or daughter?
Are those the same eyes I know - same as I saw before
She left me here and I'm so low
She's probably sitting home and she doesn't care
The ocean's blue, but not alone
We share this song I'm now writing for you
And the castle walls made of sand [crossed out: get trampled on]
And the rising tide ahead [crossed out: and] down fall
I'm still trying to understand
[crossed out text] she's trying to hide
Why you didn't call and still have [crossed out: to show]
[crossed out text]
Would I even recognize truth from lies?
[Lined Sheet]
Duet with the sea
[Left side numbers 5, 8, 11] [right side text]
ste
left me here and i'm so low
tide's coming in, I'm buried up to my ears
(1) 8 11 I walk the beach this summer's day
I can feel the sun, but it's so out of reach
(6) 11 but not
The ocean's blue, [crossed out: oceans] alone
[crossed out: humming] this melody, [crossed out: that] [crossed out: are] [crossed out: notes] for you
we share I'm writing
(7) 8 11 Are your
castle walls just made of sand
And the rising tide ahead [crossed out: is] down fall
our
(2) 8 11 Do I want her, is she the one?
Questions asked while walking up and down the shore
(3) 8 11 Do I wait or has our time past
I'm treading water in a motionless [crossed out: state] state
(4) 8 Is she more mother or daughter? [crossed out: same]
[crossed out: Are] those the same eyes I know [crossed out: and] [crossed out: I]
Are saw before? [crossed out: ore] sure
---
I walk the beach this summer's day
I can feel the sun but it's so out of reach
Do I want her is she the one
Questions asked while walking up and down the shore
Do I wait or has our time past?
Am I treading water in a motionless state?
Is she more mother or daughter?
Are those same eyes I know - same as I saw before
She left me here and I'm so low
She's probably sitting home and she doesn't care
The ocean's blue, but not alone
We share this song I'm now writing for you
[crossed out: Are your castle walls] [crossed out: made of sand?] get trampled on
And the rising tide ahead [crossed out: down] fall
their final
I'm still trying to understand
Why you didn't call and still have [crossed out: to show]
is there something
[crossed out: she's trying to] she's trying to
[crossed out: hide]
[arrow pointing from "hide" back to text] hide
[illegible scribbles]
[illegible scribbles]
S
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Would I even recognize truth from lies?
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Item 929
I'm now standing on this precipice of newly found freedom
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I'm now standing on this precipice of newly found freedom
yes, yes I guess I just left a bloody mess [?][?]
And through the mirror behind me
In the rear view I saw nothing back there I want [?] to find me
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I'm so glad I'm not a celebrity
It would be so easy
To dig up the dirt on me
Gee, now let me see...
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yes, yes I guess I just left a bloody mess [?][?]
And through the mirror behind me
In the rear view I saw nothing back there I want [?] to find me
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I'm so glad I'm not a celebrity
It would be so easy
To dig up the dirt on me
Gee, now let me see...
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Item 1495
GROOVE BACK II
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GROOVE BACK II SONG 55
I don't wanna know about my heroes...
The same way I don't wanna know if my doctor drinks
Being who you are has gotten you this far
But you've stalled and hit a wall
My guy... what are you doing to yourself?
Didn't you used to be someone else?
I'm trying to get my groove back
(Groove back)
And prove that
(Prove that)
The haters were wrong
I'm trying to write a new refrain
where I show restraint
and not lose from where I came
you know
same old shit, same old song!
Find the song 57
put here
IN FRONT OF THE MAN song 18
As I stand before the judge
He licks his lips
And I know...
They're gonna hang me!
All those led paint chips
That I ate as a kid
I think they made me angry!
I wet the bed
From warm, ahhh... to cold
So I light a fire and watch it grow
ners, more or
rld and every
s to survive?
ed,
ot
by haters
I don't wanna know about my heroes...
The same way I don't wanna know if my doctor drinks
Being who you are has gotten you this far
But you've stalled and hit a wall
My guy... what are you doing to yourself?
Didn't you used to be someone else?
I'm trying to get my groove back
(Groove back)
And prove that
(Prove that)
The haters were wrong
I'm trying to write a new refrain
where I show restraint
and not lose from where I came
you know
same old shit, same old song!
Find the song 57
put here
IN FRONT OF THE MAN song 18
As I stand before the judge
He licks his lips
And I know...
They're gonna hang me!
All those led paint chips
That I ate as a kid
I think they made me angry!
I wet the bed
From warm, ahhh... to cold
So I light a fire and watch it grow
ners, more or
rld and every
s to survive?
ed,
ot
by haters
Item 1627
ALBUM THIRTY PAGE 32
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Tears Song
Love and My Head
Kill the Soul
Why You Poutin
Me and That Cracker
Wildflower Painp
Reckless Girl
Lick My Toes Ho
GROOVE BACK II
When You're Hammered
Key To Be Free
Diddy Defense
Closure Aftermath
KEY TO BE FREE
SONG 62
Why do so many believe
That insanity
Is the key to be free?
I see zombies frozen asleep
On the sides of the street!
Tears Song
Love and My Head
Kill the Soul
Why You Poutin
Me and That Cracker
Wildflower Painp
Reckless Girl
Lick My Toes Ho
GROOVE BACK II
When You're Hammered
Key To Be Free
Diddy Defense
Closure Aftermath
KEY TO BE FREE
SONG 62
Why do so many believe
That insanity
Is the key to be free?
I see zombies frozen asleep
On the sides of the street!
Item 1629
UNTITLED - first line: I know your secret...
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I know your secret...
You're a dirty little slut!
And I know your weakness
A finger in the butt!
I know your history
As a girl you shouldn't trust
God, it's a mystery
Why we turn our back on love for lust
Nothing could be finer
Than a thumb in her vagina...
In the morning
The last thing she was expecting
Was my tougue inside her rectum...
Without warning
WHY I LIKE SEX (192, six of eight)
I asked my psychiatrist why I like sex so much.
He said when I was younger,
I might have been touched.
THE PRIEST BY THE SEA (53, two of eight)
In my weathered town
Down by the sea
Lived the man who molested me
And he told me of his life
[?] Catholic priest.
14
molested
song?
I know your secret...
You're a dirty little slut!
And I know your weakness
A finger in the butt!
I know your history
As a girl you shouldn't trust
God, it's a mystery
Why we turn our back on love for lust
Nothing could be finer
Than a thumb in her vagina...
In the morning
The last thing she was expecting
Was my tougue inside her rectum...
Without warning
WHY I LIKE SEX (192, six of eight)
I asked my psychiatrist why I like sex so much.
He said when I was younger,
I might have been touched.
THE PRIEST BY THE SEA (53, two of eight)
In my weathered town
Down by the sea
Lived the man who molested me
And he told me of his life
[?] Catholic priest.
14
molested
song?
Item 1630
LYRIC STRIP LAYOUT - SONGS 211/228/240/468/SONG 61
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Seven cut lyric strips laid out with blue ink circling and notes. Songs present: (211, six of eight) 'She had a gun in her pants'; 228 (index card) 'Are the pigs in their pen?'; SONG 61 'IT WILL GROW BACK'; 'WHEN I COME IN' (29, one of eight); 'I WILL KEEP MY' (25, one of eight) annotated 'Bi ride or die / Ywi cs>'; 240 'Finding lots of people betting'; (468) 'TEARS LIKE NIAGRA'. Plus an uncircled strip beginning 'They put a lean on my spleen / Until my debt was clean'.
Item 1823
Going to college is a totally new experience to so
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Going to college is a totally new experience to so
meone who has lived at home all their life. Having no curfew and
having almost total independence is a big responsibility to some
people and it takes a certain type of person to be successful in
this type of atmosphere. To me, I usually have to have some tragedy
or unfortunate experience happen to me before I realize how lucky
I am to be in this certain situation. When I'm at home, my mother
and father will always help me get through a tough situation but
now that I'm in a college over an hour away I do not have that
luxury anymore and it's a huge disadvantage to me. From now on I'm
my own boss and the only person in charge of my actions now is me.
Back in my senior year of highschool I was very scared about
living away from home. All I could think about was the
responsibility aspect of being alone, being by myself. Thoughts of
getting into trouble were always on my mind, but the more I think
about it the more I realize how much freedom I have now. No longer
do I have my father or my teachers breathing down my neck, from now
on everything is my decision. If I feel tired or if I have a
headache in the morning I no longer have to ask my mom if I can
stay in bed. I'm not used to this treatment so it takes some
adjustment time and so far I don't know the ins and the outs of the
system.
More than a week ago I got written up for having alcohol in my
room and I will soon be forced to live off campus for a week. Not
having anyone to fall back on as far as money or support is
concearned is considerably hard for me because throughout
highschool I've always had my parents. Being without them now makes
meone who has lived at home all their life. Having no curfew and
having almost total independence is a big responsibility to some
people and it takes a certain type of person to be successful in
this type of atmosphere. To me, I usually have to have some tragedy
or unfortunate experience happen to me before I realize how lucky
I am to be in this certain situation. When I'm at home, my mother
and father will always help me get through a tough situation but
now that I'm in a college over an hour away I do not have that
luxury anymore and it's a huge disadvantage to me. From now on I'm
my own boss and the only person in charge of my actions now is me.
Back in my senior year of highschool I was very scared about
living away from home. All I could think about was the
responsibility aspect of being alone, being by myself. Thoughts of
getting into trouble were always on my mind, but the more I think
about it the more I realize how much freedom I have now. No longer
do I have my father or my teachers breathing down my neck, from now
on everything is my decision. If I feel tired or if I have a
headache in the morning I no longer have to ask my mom if I can
stay in bed. I'm not used to this treatment so it takes some
adjustment time and so far I don't know the ins and the outs of the
system.
More than a week ago I got written up for having alcohol in my
room and I will soon be forced to live off campus for a week. Not
having anyone to fall back on as far as money or support is
concearned is considerably hard for me because throughout
highschool I've always had my parents. Being without them now makes
Item 1843
It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
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It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
Tom Jensen
Literary Criticism
February 11, 2004
Dr. Sheehan
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Connection to
formalism
Friedrich Nietzsche once wrote, "The individual has always had to struggle to
keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and
sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning
yourself."
At the risk of being guilty of the heresy of paraphrase, I do not think that even Mr.
Bob Dylan himself would argue that his intentions in the creation of his illuminating song
entitled, "It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)," were to emphasize the importance of
individualism while rejecting the herd mentality so prevalent in American culture. This
piece has clearly didactic intentions. But this critique is not concerned with the author's
intentions, nor is it interested in giving a history lesson on 1965, the year this song was
first heard. And for that matter, there will be no talk of hippies or crew cuts,
The title: "It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)" represents the ultimate form of
individualism and also acts as one of the motifs that help unite this piece. Your average
person would probably name this song: I'm in trouble ma (get me to the hospital,
QUICK!). Hence the title further emphasizes the fact that individualism is the key to
freedom from the 'rat race' that is society, or rather, the collective herd mentality of
society. Two motifs are present throughout this poem - the first concerns itself with
overcoming the herd mentality and seeking to find one's own individuality - and the
second motif deals with the ambiguous idea of the eclipse, both literally and figuratively,
in the sense that what is truly important is being forsaken for something that is not. These
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tensions run parallel and begin to blend into one another: thus validating the achieved
context of the text. The third motif can be found in the five refrains to 'Ma.'
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies 13
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.
The thirteenth stanza reflects the herd mentality of them. Them refers to those
people who have bought into the idea of commercialism (or a false god) and have ceased
to find the proper place in their life for aesthetics and other "non-profitable" (as far as
material worth) ideologies. The concept of art has been lost to this collective group.
Dylan uses this allegory of cultivating their flowers to illustrate how the simple beauty of
a flower is surpassed by the thought of personal gain and the accumulation of wealth.
These people, or them, would choose to cultivate an entire field of magnificent flowers in
the name of the mighty dollar rather than enjoy them in their natural state. They have
become jealous of the person who can appreciate the natural aesthetics of things in the
world without manipulating them for some type of personal or material gain. A flower
remains free in its natural state. Free and pleasing to the senses. Once it has been
separated from the root, a flower will die. Perhaps if art is commercialized it too will die.
What is
your
sense
of the
word?
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Tom Jensen
Literary Criticism
February 11, 2004
Dr. Sheehan
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Connection to
formalism
Friedrich Nietzsche once wrote, "The individual has always had to struggle to
keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and
sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning
yourself."
At the risk of being guilty of the heresy of paraphrase, I do not think that even Mr.
Bob Dylan himself would argue that his intentions in the creation of his illuminating song
entitled, "It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)," were to emphasize the importance of
individualism while rejecting the herd mentality so prevalent in American culture. This
piece has clearly didactic intentions. But this critique is not concerned with the author's
intentions, nor is it interested in giving a history lesson on 1965, the year this song was
first heard. And for that matter, there will be no talk of hippies or crew cuts,
The title: "It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)" represents the ultimate form of
individualism and also acts as one of the motifs that help unite this piece. Your average
person would probably name this song: I'm in trouble ma (get me to the hospital,
QUICK!). Hence the title further emphasizes the fact that individualism is the key to
freedom from the 'rat race' that is society, or rather, the collective herd mentality of
society. Two motifs are present throughout this poem - the first concerns itself with
overcoming the herd mentality and seeking to find one's own individuality - and the
second motif deals with the ambiguous idea of the eclipse, both literally and figuratively,
in the sense that what is truly important is being forsaken for something that is not. These
---
tensions run parallel and begin to blend into one another: thus validating the achieved
context of the text. The third motif can be found in the five refrains to 'Ma.'
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies 13
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.
The thirteenth stanza reflects the herd mentality of them. Them refers to those
people who have bought into the idea of commercialism (or a false god) and have ceased
to find the proper place in their life for aesthetics and other "non-profitable" (as far as
material worth) ideologies. The concept of art has been lost to this collective group.
Dylan uses this allegory of cultivating their flowers to illustrate how the simple beauty of
a flower is surpassed by the thought of personal gain and the accumulation of wealth.
These people, or them, would choose to cultivate an entire field of magnificent flowers in
the name of the mighty dollar rather than enjoy them in their natural state. They have
become jealous of the person who can appreciate the natural aesthetics of things in the
world without manipulating them for some type of personal or material gain. A flower
remains free in its natural state. Free and pleasing to the senses. Once it has been
separated from the root, a flower will die. Perhaps if art is commercialized it too will die.
What is
your
sense
of the
word?
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4
8
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7
Item 1851
Avoiding my old hobby
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March !, 1999
Creative Writing
Avoiding my old hobby
As the slow and steady rain falls from the sky down onto the ground I am
reminded of the sound of hot coffee perculating. I think about waking up to the aroma of
my father's coffee as it slowly seeps beneath my door and finally reaches my nose.
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Upon waking and gathering my senses another thought fills my head. If the morning coffee is ready it must be time for my waking routine of having a cup of hot java in one hand (with cream and sugar, of course) and a newly lit cigarette in the other. My life is just a series of routine after routine. It is my belief that each person's series of routines either makes or breaks their life, and makes up their lifestyle.
We are all creatures of habit, whether we like it or not. My unfortunate luck is that I always seem to get stuck with the bad habits rather than the good ones. You see, a majority of my bad habits, or routines, are all interconnected. Imagine a chain link fence or perhaps a sweater, each individual fabric or link holds all the others in place. Even if one or two individual structures are removed the form, or routine, will remain the same. This interconnectedness is what makes the structure, in my case the routine, the same. The coffee leads to a cigarette and the cigarette leads to an even greater evil: drugs and alcohol.
My dilemma is that to take only a part out will not change the structure and therefore do no good. There will still be links to the past. With links to the past still remaining it becomes much harder to change a daily pattern. Not only must the chain link fence be disassembled but its very foundation be torn from the ground. It takes a very strong man to do that - to completely change a lifestyle. In order to achieve a goal of this magnitude the right substitutes must be chosen and a new foundation must be poured. School is that substitute and my strength is beginning to build.
At first, it seems impossible to go from one end of the spectrum to the other, especially in the matter of a day. It takes the help of family, friends and loved ones.
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Most importantly it takes courage. With every day that passes, as I go from one end to the other, new obstacles and pitfalls await me. I know I can't give in and I must avoid them at all costs. The cost of a change this drastic can include anything from people to places to things and in my case all of the above.
This change is so important to me that many elements that make up my life must be left by the roadside. Banned from my life are my best friend Frankie ( otherwise known as my buddy from the basement), living at my mother's house (for it is much to close to evil), and finally anything of mine which refers to drugs or alcohol. I mentioned that the right substitutes must be chosen. These substitutes include school, my girlfriend and my father's house. They say that idle time is the Devil's plaything so school now takes up most of my time. What time is left is allotted to my girlfriend who persuaded me to change in the first place. My father's house has always been my safe haven from the father's house in my partying plans and none of my old friends know the number.
It's been a wonderful transformation, waking up and doing something constructive rather than destructive. Every day that I make it through further adds to the new foundation I am trying to establish. Before this change in lifestyle I viewed my life as a day to day occurrence and on my worst days hour to hour. Now that I've seen the light, I plan for my future and acting for my long term best interests is my daily routine.
No longer am I wasting away my time nor my mind.
Happiness has always been an achievable goal for me no matter how desperate the situation has looked. I'm such an optimist that I can justify almost any action. For
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example, if I got drunk as a skunk I'd almost be happy because I wasn't doing anything worse. The pathetic part is that I'd look at it and see a positive, "Well, at least I'm only doing one substance at a time." I've come to recognize that I can only choose hobbies that are one-hundred percent good for me, 99.9% won't do anymore. Drinking may be better than choice B or choice C but in the grand scheme of things its on the bottom of the Totem Pole.
If idle time is indeed the Devil's plaything then homework is my stairway to heaven. When you've already made the Dean's List with a 3.68 G.P.A. while doing enough drugs to knock a horse over imagine what you can do straight? That is the way I must now approach life. A 4.0 G.P.A. is now an achievable goal. My lifestyle has changed to the point that I now get a high out of life and am even addicted to grades and knowledge. Every page I turn and every sentence I write gives me a tingling sensation that replaces the effect of drugs. I now stay awake hoping that the teacher gives me a paper to write or a test to study for. The more schoolwork I have to do, the less time I have to do other things (including straying from my new lifestyle).
Everyday, memories from the past fill up my head: the happiness and also the pain that the old life brought me. I try to focus on the negatives rather than the positives. The pleasures will lead me back while the pain will keep me away forever. If I am ever to succeed I must become pessimistic when I remember what was. The road is long and winding but my strength is beginning to build.
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I know that now is the time for me to change. My buddy from the basement (the old days) can't change right now because there is nothing in his life left to fill the void that not doing drugs and partying would leave. I can substitute enough things to fill that emptiness that I am left with. If he cut all his ties his world would be empty and he'd be alone on Friday night remembering how much fun the past was. I think about how fun the future will be.
I was smart in that I prepared myself for this monumental change. By writing for the school paper even more of my time must be dedicated towards something other than drugs. My relationship with my girlfriend became a rollar coaster because of my lifestyle and she forced me to choose one or the other. Lucky for me I chose right.
My old hobby was so difficult to break that my new hobby and its working better keeps me away from the old one. School is now my main hobby and my strength is beginning to show. than expected. The old foundation was strong but my strength is beginning to show.
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[Handwritten in left margin, written sideways:] INCLUDE WITH NEWSPAPER SALEM article
Introducing the best band you may have never heard of...
A quick check to see if you have a pulse: Have you heard of The Beatles? Yes, good. Bob Dylan and the Band? Yeah? I'm proud of ya already. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers? Groovy. Now it gets a little harder...Roy Orbison? (Yes, the Pretty Woman song) great!! Here it is, drum roll please.....The million dollar question-Jeff Lynne? No? Don't worry, me neither. What do these musicians all have in common?
I'd like to introduce you to the Traveling Wilburys:
Nelson Wilbury a.k.a. George Harrison of The Beatles
Otis Wilbury a.k.a. Jeff Lynne a.k.a. the guy you've never heard of
Lefty Wilbury a.k.a. Roy Orbison a.k.a. The Dead Guy
Lucky Wilbury a.k.a. Bob Dylan a.k.a. Robert Zimmerman
Charlie T. Jnr. Wilbury a.k.a. Tom Petty
Who are the Wilburys and what are they about? Take a look at the liner notes contained in volume one:
The original Wilburys were a stationary people who, realising that their civilisation could not stand still for ever, began to go for short walks -not the "traveling" as we now know it, but certainly as far as the corner and back. They must have taken to motion, in much the same way as penguins were at the time taking to ledges, for the next time we hear of them they were going out for the day (often taking lunch or a picnic). Later - we don't at yet know how much later - some intrepid Wilburys began to go away for the weekend, leaving late Friday and coming back Sunday. It was they who evolved simple rythmic forms to describe their adventures.
A remarkable sophisticated musical culture developed, considering there were no managers or agents, and the further the Wilburys traveled the more their adventurous their music became, and the more it was revered by the elders of the tribe who believed it had the power to stave off madness, turn brunettes into blondes and increase the size of their ears.
But as the Wilburys began to go further and further in their search for musical inspiration they found themselves the object of interest among many less developed species - nightclub owners, tour operators and recording executives. To the Wilburys, who had only just learnt how to cope with wives, roadiesand drummers, it was a blow from which many of them never recovered. They became hairdressers or TV rental salespersons.
But a tiny handful survived - the last of the Traveling Wilburys - and the songs gathered here represent the popular laments, the epic and heroic tales which characterise the apotheosis of the elusive Wilbury sound. The message of the musical travels, as indeed they travels , as indeed they traveled and as I myself must now travel for further treatment. Good listening, good night and Let Thy Wilbury Done.
Unfortunately, the list of remaining Wilburys has been reduced by one since Roy died. They've been looking for a replacement and have interviewed several candidates, among the noteworthy include Wierd Al Wilbury- he sure can polka Snoop
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[Handwritten in green ink along the left margin]: NEWSPAPER Salem article
Doggy Wilbury - I'm sure they're trying to find a younger, hipper fan base, and finally there is George Michael Wilbury- even though he hasn't gotten a call back he has "faith."
The Wilburys recorded two albums, Volume 1 and Volume 3, there is Volume 2. Volume 1 won a 1988 Grammy for Best Rock Performance Group and included such hits as "Handle with Care", "End of the Line" and my personal favorite "Last Night", which became my college life theme song. This band just may be the greatest collection of individual talent ever! Harrison and Dylan are in their own atmosphere as far as rock goes. Petty has had a great career with the Heartbreakers and I've seen Orbison on those greatest hits of the 80's comercials on TV. We still don't know who the heck Otis Wilbury (Jeff Lynne) is or where he came from but the tests aren't back yet.
It is surprising to see such big name stars blend together into the harmony that the Wilburys create. Although I sometimes confuse Petty's voice with Dylan's in a couple of songs (quite a compliment, huh?) I assure you I can tell Orbison from Harrison. If anyone knows who the "Mystery Member" Otis Wilbury is please let me know. He looks a little like Jerry Garcia. If you or your parents have any Wilbury remains remember to treasure them, they might be worth money someday. Even though no one could ever put a price on what the Wilburys mean to me I will trade Volume 1 for Rolling Stones tickets.
If you've lost touch with the Wilburys the last, oh say, ten years there is a reason. The Traveling Wilburys recorded on their own record label - Wilbury, but with so many big stars they all had to sign recording deals. So with their usual recording label on hold they went with the Wilbury label. After Orbison died and the band broke up all the recording agreements expired. Apparently they don't make any more copies of Volume 1 or 3 and only have what hasn't sold yet. However on the internet I discovered that CD NOW and CD LAND say that they have copies for sale. I tried looking at the local music stores for any Wilbury remains and have found none.
So it is now up to us to carry on the Wilbury name. I, for one, am changing my name to Chester Wilbury.
Do you have a scoop? Email me: tomatthelog@Yahoo.com
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Will Elway retire? Try asking Jordan by Tom Jensen
My name is John El way. I have just been named the MVP of the Superbowl and I may retire. I played minor league baseball (single A with the Yankees) and was MVP of the league in 1987. Did I mention I've been in 5 Superbowls? Enter Mr. Jordan. My name is Michael Jordan. I have just won the NBA Finals and was named the Final's MVP and I retired. I also played minor league baseball (double A with the WhiteSox) and was also MVP of the league in 1987. Did I mention I've been to the Finals 6 times and won all 6?
I give you this statement: No quarterback has ever won three Superbowls in a row. John Elway has won two in a row. I give you this question: Will Elway go out on top? I don't mean just any top we're talking tip of the iceberg here. He has the best running back in football in Terrell Davis, one of the top tight ends in the game in Shannon Sharpe (although you wouldn't know it from watching the Big Game), and a defense good enough to hold Atlanta's offense to just 19 points.
Michael aside, Elway is still a top NFL quarterback who can lead his team to a win. Want further proof? How about more fourth quarter or overtime winning drives (47) than any other quarterback who ever lived. This year he threw for 22 touchdowns and only 10 interceptions, yes better then Drew "pull my finger" Bledsoe. He threw for 336 yards, including an 80 yard bomb to wide receiver Rod Smith, in the Superbowl after a poor performance in last year's win.
I think he will call it a career now that the season is over. He's played sixteen years, won the last two titles and can still walk. John has four kids and a lovely wife that would love to see him for more than six months a year. If he does end it I'm sure he could be the mayor of Denver (until Terrell retires with 12 consecutive MVP's). Jessie 'The Body' Ventura meet John 'The Teeth' Elway.
When football quarterbacks are compared the only statistic that matters is how many Championship rings they wear. Joe Montana was so good they named a state after him, Have you ever heard of even a small town called Marino? Didn't think so. Elway's got two rings and can be considered with the top of his class if not the valedictorian, can't do much better than that can you? Unless of course you're name Is Michael Jordan.
Tom Jensen
March !, 1999
Creative Writing
Avoiding my old hobby
As the slow and steady rain falls from the sky down onto the ground I am
reminded of the sound of hot coffee perculating. I think about waking up to the aroma of
my father's coffee as it slowly seeps beneath my door and finally reaches my nose.
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Upon waking and gathering my senses another thought fills my head. If the morning coffee is ready it must be time for my waking routine of having a cup of hot java in one hand (with cream and sugar, of course) and a newly lit cigarette in the other. My life is just a series of routine after routine. It is my belief that each person's series of routines either makes or breaks their life, and makes up their lifestyle.
We are all creatures of habit, whether we like it or not. My unfortunate luck is that I always seem to get stuck with the bad habits rather than the good ones. You see, a majority of my bad habits, or routines, are all interconnected. Imagine a chain link fence or perhaps a sweater, each individual fabric or link holds all the others in place. Even if one or two individual structures are removed the form, or routine, will remain the same. This interconnectedness is what makes the structure, in my case the routine, the same. The coffee leads to a cigarette and the cigarette leads to an even greater evil: drugs and alcohol.
My dilemma is that to take only a part out will not change the structure and therefore do no good. There will still be links to the past. With links to the past still remaining it becomes much harder to change a daily pattern. Not only must the chain link fence be disassembled but its very foundation be torn from the ground. It takes a very strong man to do that - to completely change a lifestyle. In order to achieve a goal of this magnitude the right substitutes must be chosen and a new foundation must be poured. School is that substitute and my strength is beginning to build.
At first, it seems impossible to go from one end of the spectrum to the other, especially in the matter of a day. It takes the help of family, friends and loved ones.
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Most importantly it takes courage. With every day that passes, as I go from one end to the other, new obstacles and pitfalls await me. I know I can't give in and I must avoid them at all costs. The cost of a change this drastic can include anything from people to places to things and in my case all of the above.
This change is so important to me that many elements that make up my life must be left by the roadside. Banned from my life are my best friend Frankie ( otherwise known as my buddy from the basement), living at my mother's house (for it is much to close to evil), and finally anything of mine which refers to drugs or alcohol. I mentioned that the right substitutes must be chosen. These substitutes include school, my girlfriend and my father's house. They say that idle time is the Devil's plaything so school now takes up most of my time. What time is left is allotted to my girlfriend who persuaded me to change in the first place. My father's house has always been my safe haven from the father's house in my partying plans and none of my old friends know the number.
It's been a wonderful transformation, waking up and doing something constructive rather than destructive. Every day that I make it through further adds to the new foundation I am trying to establish. Before this change in lifestyle I viewed my life as a day to day occurrence and on my worst days hour to hour. Now that I've seen the light, I plan for my future and acting for my long term best interests is my daily routine.
No longer am I wasting away my time nor my mind.
Happiness has always been an achievable goal for me no matter how desperate the situation has looked. I'm such an optimist that I can justify almost any action. For
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example, if I got drunk as a skunk I'd almost be happy because I wasn't doing anything worse. The pathetic part is that I'd look at it and see a positive, "Well, at least I'm only doing one substance at a time." I've come to recognize that I can only choose hobbies that are one-hundred percent good for me, 99.9% won't do anymore. Drinking may be better than choice B or choice C but in the grand scheme of things its on the bottom of the Totem Pole.
If idle time is indeed the Devil's plaything then homework is my stairway to heaven. When you've already made the Dean's List with a 3.68 G.P.A. while doing enough drugs to knock a horse over imagine what you can do straight? That is the way I must now approach life. A 4.0 G.P.A. is now an achievable goal. My lifestyle has changed to the point that I now get a high out of life and am even addicted to grades and knowledge. Every page I turn and every sentence I write gives me a tingling sensation that replaces the effect of drugs. I now stay awake hoping that the teacher gives me a paper to write or a test to study for. The more schoolwork I have to do, the less time I have to do other things (including straying from my new lifestyle).
Everyday, memories from the past fill up my head: the happiness and also the pain that the old life brought me. I try to focus on the negatives rather than the positives. The pleasures will lead me back while the pain will keep me away forever. If I am ever to succeed I must become pessimistic when I remember what was. The road is long and winding but my strength is beginning to build.
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I know that now is the time for me to change. My buddy from the basement (the old days) can't change right now because there is nothing in his life left to fill the void that not doing drugs and partying would leave. I can substitute enough things to fill that emptiness that I am left with. If he cut all his ties his world would be empty and he'd be alone on Friday night remembering how much fun the past was. I think about how fun the future will be.
I was smart in that I prepared myself for this monumental change. By writing for the school paper even more of my time must be dedicated towards something other than drugs. My relationship with my girlfriend became a rollar coaster because of my lifestyle and she forced me to choose one or the other. Lucky for me I chose right.
My old hobby was so difficult to break that my new hobby and its working better keeps me away from the old one. School is now my main hobby and my strength is beginning to show. than expected. The old foundation was strong but my strength is beginning to show.
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Introducing the best band you may have never heard of...
A quick check to see if you have a pulse: Have you heard of The Beatles? Yes, good. Bob Dylan and the Band? Yeah? I'm proud of ya already. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers? Groovy. Now it gets a little harder...Roy Orbison? (Yes, the Pretty Woman song) great!! Here it is, drum roll please.....The million dollar question-Jeff Lynne? No? Don't worry, me neither. What do these musicians all have in common?
I'd like to introduce you to the Traveling Wilburys:
Nelson Wilbury a.k.a. George Harrison of The Beatles
Otis Wilbury a.k.a. Jeff Lynne a.k.a. the guy you've never heard of
Lefty Wilbury a.k.a. Roy Orbison a.k.a. The Dead Guy
Lucky Wilbury a.k.a. Bob Dylan a.k.a. Robert Zimmerman
Charlie T. Jnr. Wilbury a.k.a. Tom Petty
Who are the Wilburys and what are they about? Take a look at the liner notes contained in volume one:
The original Wilburys were a stationary people who, realising that their civilisation could not stand still for ever, began to go for short walks -not the "traveling" as we now know it, but certainly as far as the corner and back. They must have taken to motion, in much the same way as penguins were at the time taking to ledges, for the next time we hear of them they were going out for the day (often taking lunch or a picnic). Later - we don't at yet know how much later - some intrepid Wilburys began to go away for the weekend, leaving late Friday and coming back Sunday. It was they who evolved simple rythmic forms to describe their adventures.
A remarkable sophisticated musical culture developed, considering there were no managers or agents, and the further the Wilburys traveled the more their adventurous their music became, and the more it was revered by the elders of the tribe who believed it had the power to stave off madness, turn brunettes into blondes and increase the size of their ears.
But as the Wilburys began to go further and further in their search for musical inspiration they found themselves the object of interest among many less developed species - nightclub owners, tour operators and recording executives. To the Wilburys, who had only just learnt how to cope with wives, roadiesand drummers, it was a blow from which many of them never recovered. They became hairdressers or TV rental salespersons.
But a tiny handful survived - the last of the Traveling Wilburys - and the songs gathered here represent the popular laments, the epic and heroic tales which characterise the apotheosis of the elusive Wilbury sound. The message of the musical travels, as indeed they travels , as indeed they traveled and as I myself must now travel for further treatment. Good listening, good night and Let Thy Wilbury Done.
Unfortunately, the list of remaining Wilburys has been reduced by one since Roy died. They've been looking for a replacement and have interviewed several candidates, among the noteworthy include Wierd Al Wilbury- he sure can polka Snoop
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[Handwritten in green ink along the left margin]: NEWSPAPER Salem article
Doggy Wilbury - I'm sure they're trying to find a younger, hipper fan base, and finally there is George Michael Wilbury- even though he hasn't gotten a call back he has "faith."
The Wilburys recorded two albums, Volume 1 and Volume 3, there is Volume 2. Volume 1 won a 1988 Grammy for Best Rock Performance Group and included such hits as "Handle with Care", "End of the Line" and my personal favorite "Last Night", which became my college life theme song. This band just may be the greatest collection of individual talent ever! Harrison and Dylan are in their own atmosphere as far as rock goes. Petty has had a great career with the Heartbreakers and I've seen Orbison on those greatest hits of the 80's comercials on TV. We still don't know who the heck Otis Wilbury (Jeff Lynne) is or where he came from but the tests aren't back yet.
It is surprising to see such big name stars blend together into the harmony that the Wilburys create. Although I sometimes confuse Petty's voice with Dylan's in a couple of songs (quite a compliment, huh?) I assure you I can tell Orbison from Harrison. If anyone knows who the "Mystery Member" Otis Wilbury is please let me know. He looks a little like Jerry Garcia. If you or your parents have any Wilbury remains remember to treasure them, they might be worth money someday. Even though no one could ever put a price on what the Wilburys mean to me I will trade Volume 1 for Rolling Stones tickets.
If you've lost touch with the Wilburys the last, oh say, ten years there is a reason. The Traveling Wilburys recorded on their own record label - Wilbury, but with so many big stars they all had to sign recording deals. So with their usual recording label on hold they went with the Wilbury label. After Orbison died and the band broke up all the recording agreements expired. Apparently they don't make any more copies of Volume 1 or 3 and only have what hasn't sold yet. However on the internet I discovered that CD NOW and CD LAND say that they have copies for sale. I tried looking at the local music stores for any Wilbury remains and have found none.
So it is now up to us to carry on the Wilbury name. I, for one, am changing my name to Chester Wilbury.
Do you have a scoop? Email me: tomatthelog@Yahoo.com
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Will Elway retire? Try asking Jordan by Tom Jensen
My name is John El way. I have just been named the MVP of the Superbowl and I may retire. I played minor league baseball (single A with the Yankees) and was MVP of the league in 1987. Did I mention I've been in 5 Superbowls? Enter Mr. Jordan. My name is Michael Jordan. I have just won the NBA Finals and was named the Final's MVP and I retired. I also played minor league baseball (double A with the WhiteSox) and was also MVP of the league in 1987. Did I mention I've been to the Finals 6 times and won all 6?
I give you this statement: No quarterback has ever won three Superbowls in a row. John Elway has won two in a row. I give you this question: Will Elway go out on top? I don't mean just any top we're talking tip of the iceberg here. He has the best running back in football in Terrell Davis, one of the top tight ends in the game in Shannon Sharpe (although you wouldn't know it from watching the Big Game), and a defense good enough to hold Atlanta's offense to just 19 points.
Michael aside, Elway is still a top NFL quarterback who can lead his team to a win. Want further proof? How about more fourth quarter or overtime winning drives (47) than any other quarterback who ever lived. This year he threw for 22 touchdowns and only 10 interceptions, yes better then Drew "pull my finger" Bledsoe. He threw for 336 yards, including an 80 yard bomb to wide receiver Rod Smith, in the Superbowl after a poor performance in last year's win.
I think he will call it a career now that the season is over. He's played sixteen years, won the last two titles and can still walk. John has four kids and a lovely wife that would love to see him for more than six months a year. If he does end it I'm sure he could be the mayor of Denver (until Terrell retires with 12 consecutive MVP's). Jessie 'The Body' Ventura meet John 'The Teeth' Elway.
When football quarterbacks are compared the only statistic that matters is how many Championship rings they wear. Joe Montana was so good they named a state after him, Have you ever heard of even a small town called Marino? Didn't think so. Elway's got two rings and can be considered with the top of his class if not the valedictorian, can't do much better than that can you? Unless of course you're name Is Michael Jordan.
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Curious about what happens because of the Y2K bug? For a glimpse of the future stop by the computer lab in Meier Hall Room 210.
As you walk in, you briefly survey the scene. There are nine or ten students typing away on their keyboards - typing up reports and E-mailing their friends. The wonderful staff in charge of the lab is busy as well. As well as figuring out why your computer won't print or why you can't log into BobDylan.com they are also using their creativity. I believe that the staff of this computer lab makes better signs than anyone I've ever met, and a lot of them too. A pretty red one reads "out of order". Over in the corner is a computer with two nicely crafted works of art "Not working, Sorry" and "Need new power supply". This is just the beginning, I mentioned the staff's creativity but I neglected to mention their resourcefulness. Immediately on your right as you walk in you see two computers set aside for the physically challenged (yes, another computer made sign complete with color). If you look closely you'll see that on one of them the monitor is being held up with two academic computing books. The last time I checked books were for reading and maybe for holding up the leg of your old broken sofa, not for holding up monitors where someone in a wheelchair might have a hard time getting out of the way if it were to fall. I do admit that it is a resourceful idea, though.
I come into this lab several times a week and don't get me wrong, the staff here does a wonderful job at working with what they have (which at the moment isn't much). If you have a problem, and the odds are you will, they always do the best they can. Six out of the twenty-three computers available to the students aren't functioning correctly. I did the math quickly and it's a little over one/fourth. Considering this is the most highly used lab on campus I expect a little more than that and I think you do too. One thing that I do like is that they have one clock on each side of the room, that way if I forget which side it's on and look hastily I'm bound to see one of them. They also have three fans located strategically around the room. It
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seems to this untrained eye that a pattern is developing here - what we don't need, they have many of, and what we do need they have few of.
The last couple of weeks they cut their weekly hours from 8:00AM - 11:00PM to 9:00AM - 9:00PM because of a budget cut. I think once word got around that I was doing a story they changed the hours back. That's what I tell people anyway.
Back to the problem; from what I see there are several issues that add to the demise of MH210. First of all, these are the oldest computers at Salem State, so of course, they're bound to have the most problems. Jared Sheffield, Rick Taylor and Jimmy Bartes have the job of fixing all the lab computers on campus. They definitely have their hands full. For example, while writing this article here at MH210, I've had a few "problems". Where do I begin? Well, for the last hour and ten minutes I've had to switch computers four (yes four) times because Microsoft Word would not work properly. But fortunately for me, there were two consecutive the comfy chairs in front of the broken computers and took a nap. It got so bad that Jamie Cowan, a contagiously effervescent computer support specialist, ended up typing my paper over to save me time. I still use the hunt and peck method so sometimes it takes me awhile (and that's aside from the hour and ten minutes wasted because of faulty equipment). Jimmy spent about half an hour searching to find the problem but by the time it was retrieved it resembled hieroglyphics more than an article. This is just a sample of the problems that the staff has to handle everyday. Keep in mind this is just one students troubles during a three hour period.
What is being done about the problem? In an interview with Jared Sheffield I have heard some encouraging news. There is hope for the students and the staff here in Meier Hall 210. There is a plan in the works to fix what problems have within the next couple of weeks. Better still, hopefully all the computers will be replaced by the fall. There was
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a plan to get the computers from Harrington Building room 100, seeing that there are four labs
there, but things don't always go as planned. Mr. Sheffield has been on the job since
December and has already fixed many problems, however he is but one man. He maybe good
but it's hard to move ahead when there's always a problem of greater importance. "Sometimes
I have to put out fires and when that happens there's less progress than anticipated," says
Sheffield. He also stated that he'd rather be challenged than bored, I don't think he has much
to worry about.
Rick Taylor, the lab supervisor, spends forty hours a week here and estimates that
about thirty of those hours are used troubleshooting the problem(s) of the day. Rick explains
that, "The problem also lies with the students. About 20-30 of them are dangerous and they
mess things up for and the other students." There have been stories about certain students
sabotaging a computer so that when they come in there is a sign that says broken. They come
right in, sit down and type in the missing command and therefore it's always available to them.
There have been many students that have been complaining about signing in. Justin
Pagano, E-mail coordinator, expresses the students thoughts quite eloquently "A pound of
flesh, a pint of blood, your first born son and three forms of I.D." What must be remembered is
that the lab attendants, like Justin, do not make the rules they only enforce them. The reason
for the inconvenience is that this is used as a safeguard against those who do not conform to
the rules. If something goes wrong then the attendants are held responsible. It seems that they
are always held responsible. Jamie Cowan sees this problem quite frequently, "Recently we
have been getting a lot of angry people, particularly night students, who come into the lab and
take their frustrations out on the attendants. We simply refuse to let a student use the
computers until he/she can show us adequate proof. When they come in with an attitude,
swearing at us and kicking doors, we call campus police and ban them from the lab for the rest
of the semester."
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The attendants also want to remind you to always bring a disk and save your work every so often. If you're unsure of something try looking around the room at the numerous signs because not only are they pretty but they also serve a purpose. There is hope, but if the lab stays this way for too long contact Salem State's president Nancy Harrington and voice your opinion.
Tom Jensen
If you have any comments or criticism please feel free to express them tomatthelog@yahoo.com
Curious about what happens because of the Y2K bug? For a glimpse of the future stop by the computer lab in Meier Hall Room 210.
As you walk in, you briefly survey the scene. There are nine or ten students typing away on their keyboards - typing up reports and E-mailing their friends. The wonderful staff in charge of the lab is busy as well. As well as figuring out why your computer won't print or why you can't log into BobDylan.com they are also using their creativity. I believe that the staff of this computer lab makes better signs than anyone I've ever met, and a lot of them too. A pretty red one reads "out of order". Over in the corner is a computer with two nicely crafted works of art "Not working, Sorry" and "Need new power supply". This is just the beginning, I mentioned the staff's creativity but I neglected to mention their resourcefulness. Immediately on your right as you walk in you see two computers set aside for the physically challenged (yes, another computer made sign complete with color). If you look closely you'll see that on one of them the monitor is being held up with two academic computing books. The last time I checked books were for reading and maybe for holding up the leg of your old broken sofa, not for holding up monitors where someone in a wheelchair might have a hard time getting out of the way if it were to fall. I do admit that it is a resourceful idea, though.
I come into this lab several times a week and don't get me wrong, the staff here does a wonderful job at working with what they have (which at the moment isn't much). If you have a problem, and the odds are you will, they always do the best they can. Six out of the twenty-three computers available to the students aren't functioning correctly. I did the math quickly and it's a little over one/fourth. Considering this is the most highly used lab on campus I expect a little more than that and I think you do too. One thing that I do like is that they have one clock on each side of the room, that way if I forget which side it's on and look hastily I'm bound to see one of them. They also have three fans located strategically around the room. It
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seems to this untrained eye that a pattern is developing here - what we don't need, they have many of, and what we do need they have few of.
The last couple of weeks they cut their weekly hours from 8:00AM - 11:00PM to 9:00AM - 9:00PM because of a budget cut. I think once word got around that I was doing a story they changed the hours back. That's what I tell people anyway.
Back to the problem; from what I see there are several issues that add to the demise of MH210. First of all, these are the oldest computers at Salem State, so of course, they're bound to have the most problems. Jared Sheffield, Rick Taylor and Jimmy Bartes have the job of fixing all the lab computers on campus. They definitely have their hands full. For example, while writing this article here at MH210, I've had a few "problems". Where do I begin? Well, for the last hour and ten minutes I've had to switch computers four (yes four) times because Microsoft Word would not work properly. But fortunately for me, there were two consecutive the comfy chairs in front of the broken computers and took a nap. It got so bad that Jamie Cowan, a contagiously effervescent computer support specialist, ended up typing my paper over to save me time. I still use the hunt and peck method so sometimes it takes me awhile (and that's aside from the hour and ten minutes wasted because of faulty equipment). Jimmy spent about half an hour searching to find the problem but by the time it was retrieved it resembled hieroglyphics more than an article. This is just a sample of the problems that the staff has to handle everyday. Keep in mind this is just one students troubles during a three hour period.
What is being done about the problem? In an interview with Jared Sheffield I have heard some encouraging news. There is hope for the students and the staff here in Meier Hall 210. There is a plan in the works to fix what problems have within the next couple of weeks. Better still, hopefully all the computers will be replaced by the fall. There was
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a plan to get the computers from Harrington Building room 100, seeing that there are four labs
there, but things don't always go as planned. Mr. Sheffield has been on the job since
December and has already fixed many problems, however he is but one man. He maybe good
but it's hard to move ahead when there's always a problem of greater importance. "Sometimes
I have to put out fires and when that happens there's less progress than anticipated," says
Sheffield. He also stated that he'd rather be challenged than bored, I don't think he has much
to worry about.
Rick Taylor, the lab supervisor, spends forty hours a week here and estimates that
about thirty of those hours are used troubleshooting the problem(s) of the day. Rick explains
that, "The problem also lies with the students. About 20-30 of them are dangerous and they
mess things up for and the other students." There have been stories about certain students
sabotaging a computer so that when they come in there is a sign that says broken. They come
right in, sit down and type in the missing command and therefore it's always available to them.
There have been many students that have been complaining about signing in. Justin
Pagano, E-mail coordinator, expresses the students thoughts quite eloquently "A pound of
flesh, a pint of blood, your first born son and three forms of I.D." What must be remembered is
that the lab attendants, like Justin, do not make the rules they only enforce them. The reason
for the inconvenience is that this is used as a safeguard against those who do not conform to
the rules. If something goes wrong then the attendants are held responsible. It seems that they
are always held responsible. Jamie Cowan sees this problem quite frequently, "Recently we
have been getting a lot of angry people, particularly night students, who come into the lab and
take their frustrations out on the attendants. We simply refuse to let a student use the
computers until he/she can show us adequate proof. When they come in with an attitude,
swearing at us and kicking doors, we call campus police and ban them from the lab for the rest
of the semester."
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The attendants also want to remind you to always bring a disk and save your work every so often. If you're unsure of something try looking around the room at the numerous signs because not only are they pretty but they also serve a purpose. There is hope, but if the lab stays this way for too long contact Salem State's president Nancy Harrington and voice your opinion.
Tom Jensen
If you have any comments or criticism please feel free to express them tomatthelog@yahoo.com
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shadow
belie me
betrayed
face to face
let it ride
best left
p 10
kneeling
chameleon
cement
hey waiter
solitary parade
the very room
big shoes
either way
riding a wave
hypocrites
[Top Center Paper]
(15) (15) (15) (15) (15) (15) (15) (15)
(15) (15) (15) (15) (15) (15) (15)
P14 = 15
P15 = 15
P16 = 15
P17 = 15
P18 = 15
P19 = 15
P20 = 15
P21 =
[Top Right-Center Diagram]
LOVE
HEART BREAK
FUNNY
INSPIRATIONAL MOTIVATIONAL
RELATIONSHIP
INTERNAL STRUGGLE
STATE OF THE WORLD
CHOMSKIAN
DEPRESSING
LONELINESS & SOLITUDE
LOVE NOT MEANT TO BE
DEATH
TEMPTATION
BE DIFFERENT
NATURE
RELIGIOUS
SOCIAL ISSUES
REAL LIFE
POLITICAL
MISCELLANEOUS
[Far Left Lined Paper]
Drugs & Alcohol
Love
Relationships
Inspirational / Motivational
Chomskian
Heartbreak / Love not meant to be
Social Issues / State of the World
Internal Struggle
Misc
Depressing / Solitude & Loneliness
Real life
Personal
Politics
Death
Be Different
Temptation
Religious
NATURE
[Center Paper]
P12
smiles and frowns
rumours from heaven
unseen prism
the moth
little more time
moth
p13
twist
what I'll do
beauties and beasts
match maker
the stars
carry on
looking for love
first class
P13
melody of sorrow
leaving california
trying times
never more
low down
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(Note: The rest of the text on the page lists, appearing to be page indexes and song/poem titles, consists of long columns. I will transcribe the visible text fragments clearly.)
[Bottom Right Paper]
parody
fuzzy math
dmm vin
cinnamon girl
fifty ways
she don't come easy
trump
gloucester seventeen
(romsky) smg
shadow of the drone
clila rolling a bone
[Right Margin Paper Notes]
p. 360
p. 361
p. 362
p. 363
p. 364
p. 365
p. 366
p. 367
p. 368
p. 369
p. 370
p. 371
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P19 playing chess
P5 shadow of smoke
P4 shades
P8 first glance
P4 shadow boxing
P8 birthright
P17 beauties and beasts
S3 worth the wait
P5 he said she said
P3 spot (the)
P6 look her up
S2 trash can
P19 half full
P4 friend
P5 happy place
P3 fate is a word
P2 jewelry box
S3 pretty toys
P2 it is your turn
P10 believe me
S4 warmer waters
S4 blessing in disguise
S4 still thinking of you tonight
P10 betrayal
S2 gypsy mama
P8 used to be
P3 picture something nice
P19 what we share
P8 one night stan
P3 history to me
P7 cutie pie
P8 bird on a string
S2 house of shattered glass
P9 better than it seems
S3 right between the eyes
P10 face to face
P4 endless chorus
P6 enemy of this state
P10 best left
S3 alison's airlpane
P12 match maker
P6 alcohol
P7 michelangelo and marble
P5 lost and found
P9 another history lesson
P9 nameless
P7 she
P1=15
P2=15
P3=15
P9=15
P10=15
P11=15
P12=15
P13=15
P14=15
P15=15
P16=15
P17=15
P18=15
P19=15
P20=15
P21=
P8 let me in
P2 my precious
S1 fallen clouds
P8 downward spiral
S3 rainy day sunshine
P5 paradigm
P4 dirt
P4 status quo woes
S3 now boarding
P4 something in my genes
P4 twisting the knife
P7 deep seeded
P2 discartes
P4 rival
P4 violence is their solution
P2 empty bottle
S1 rocking the world
P8 rest in power
P8 stay big
P4 tom's psalm
P5 slip stream
P1 let me live the dream
S1 let down
P1 heartstrings
P3 matches to burn
P4 multiverse
P1 meet michael hawk
S2 clean wipe to the slate
P2 crystal ball
P7 entirely
S2 pen a pad
P2 pardon me
P2 complicated subject
S4 breaking her heart
P3 hurting her knees and pride
P2 call it fate
P6 never expect it
P6 come for a ride
S2 as for me
P2 applied faith
P4 nothing at all
P14 fences
P6 f the w
P3 light
P3 intellectual property
P8 advice
---
Top section (unboxed):
S1 fresco
P8 married to something els
S1 dead end
P8 unity
S1 untitled unlabeled
P1 fallen walls
S1 sleep walkers
P1 exit the sandman
S1 daylight again
P8 water flesh and bone
S2 visited a place
P1 unwinnable
S1 overrated
S1 singer songwriter
P1 puzzle pieces
P1 rat park
P1 rehab
S1 tonight's moonlight
S1 table for two
P1 living large
P1 rain
S2 perfect imperfect
P1 perfect world
S2 in the pouring rain
P3 hive mind
P1 have not
P3 half told
P1 climbing the ladder
S3 little bird
S2 fight for peace
S3 here and now
P2 sniper's song
P2 get outta my face
P2 ex-poem
S2 one slip of the tongue
S2 nature of man
P8 another
P7 smitty's anthem
P2 pen and paper
S3 train
P12 what i'll do
P5 traffic
P3 time bomb
P7 we are the ones
P2 monitization
Box labeled P 8:
the watcher
Another
downward spiral
let me in
stay big
advice
birth right
first glance
one night stand
bird on a string
believe me
betrayal
Face to face
let it ride
best left
[drawing of a circle with a dot in the middle]
Kneeling
Chameleon
cement
hey waiter
solitary parade
this very room
big shoes
either way
riding a wave
hypocrites
Box labeled P 9:
better than it seems
flora
lament
I am
monument
nameless
below zero
another history lesson
hideaway
listen
miss you kiss you
lovely infinity
can't have that
on the rocks
happy birthday to me
Box labeled P 10:
does the fire still glow
bite of the apple
chit chat chatter
brain games
valentine woes
b f f
change
devil's friend
speak
poorest echoes
staying the flag
quest for immortality
down
somewhere
Text to the right of the paper:
207
637
[illegible]
Labels on the page:
P 8 (next to box)
P 9 (next to box)
P 10 (next to box)
P 11 (next to box)
P 12 (vertical, right side)
P 13 (vertical, right side)
p 9
better than it seems
dera
lament
monument
nameless
below zero
another heavy dawn
hideaway
on the rocks
happy birthday to me
p 10
does the fire still glow
bite of the apple
chat chat chatter
broken gamer
valentine woes
cuffs
change
devil friend
it speaks
protest shows
staking my flag
p 11
quest for immortality
down
somewhere
[Top Left-Center Paper]
p 8
the watcher
another
downward spiral
let me in
stay big
advice
birthright
first glance
one night stand
p 9
shadow
belie me
betrayed
face to face
let it ride
best left
p 10
kneeling
chameleon
cement
hey waiter
solitary parade
the very room
big shoes
either way
riding a wave
hypocrites
[Top Center Paper]
(15) (15) (15) (15) (15) (15) (15) (15)
(15) (15) (15) (15) (15) (15) (15)
P14 = 15
P15 = 15
P16 = 15
P17 = 15
P18 = 15
P19 = 15
P20 = 15
P21 =
[Top Right-Center Diagram]
LOVE
HEART BREAK
FUNNY
INSPIRATIONAL MOTIVATIONAL
RELATIONSHIP
INTERNAL STRUGGLE
STATE OF THE WORLD
CHOMSKIAN
DEPRESSING
LONELINESS & SOLITUDE
LOVE NOT MEANT TO BE
DEATH
TEMPTATION
BE DIFFERENT
NATURE
RELIGIOUS
SOCIAL ISSUES
REAL LIFE
POLITICAL
MISCELLANEOUS
[Far Left Lined Paper]
Drugs & Alcohol
Love
Relationships
Inspirational / Motivational
Chomskian
Heartbreak / Love not meant to be
Social Issues / State of the World
Internal Struggle
Misc
Depressing / Solitude & Loneliness
Real life
Personal
Politics
Death
Be Different
Temptation
Religious
NATURE
[Center Paper]
P12
smiles and frowns
rumours from heaven
unseen prism
the moth
little more time
moth
p13
twist
what I'll do
beauties and beasts
match maker
the stars
carry on
looking for love
first class
P13
melody of sorrow
leaving california
trying times
never more
low down
[Center/Main Columnar Paper]
p 15
P 15
P 15
P 15
P 15
P 15
P 16
P 16
P 16
P 16
P 16
P 16
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P 21
(Note: The rest of the text on the page lists, appearing to be page indexes and song/poem titles, consists of long columns. I will transcribe the visible text fragments clearly.)
[Bottom Right Paper]
parody
fuzzy math
dmm vin
cinnamon girl
fifty ways
she don't come easy
trump
gloucester seventeen
(romsky) smg
shadow of the drone
clila rolling a bone
[Right Margin Paper Notes]
p. 360
p. 361
p. 362
p. 363
p. 364
p. 365
p. 366
p. 367
p. 368
p. 369
p. 370
p. 371
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6
6
9
1
P19 playing chess
P5 shadow of smoke
P4 shades
P8 first glance
P4 shadow boxing
P8 birthright
P17 beauties and beasts
S3 worth the wait
P5 he said she said
P3 spot (the)
P6 look her up
S2 trash can
P19 half full
P4 friend
P5 happy place
P3 fate is a word
P2 jewelry box
S3 pretty toys
P2 it is your turn
P10 believe me
S4 warmer waters
S4 blessing in disguise
S4 still thinking of you tonight
P10 betrayal
S2 gypsy mama
P8 used to be
P3 picture something nice
P19 what we share
P8 one night stan
P3 history to me
P7 cutie pie
P8 bird on a string
S2 house of shattered glass
P9 better than it seems
S3 right between the eyes
P10 face to face
P4 endless chorus
P6 enemy of this state
P10 best left
S3 alison's airlpane
P12 match maker
P6 alcohol
P7 michelangelo and marble
P5 lost and found
P9 another history lesson
P9 nameless
P7 she
P1=15
P2=15
P3=15
P9=15
P10=15
P11=15
P12=15
P13=15
P14=15
P15=15
P16=15
P17=15
P18=15
P19=15
P20=15
P21=
P8 let me in
P2 my precious
S1 fallen clouds
P8 downward spiral
S3 rainy day sunshine
P5 paradigm
P4 dirt
P4 status quo woes
S3 now boarding
P4 something in my genes
P4 twisting the knife
P7 deep seeded
P2 discartes
P4 rival
P4 violence is their solution
P2 empty bottle
S1 rocking the world
P8 rest in power
P8 stay big
P4 tom's psalm
P5 slip stream
P1 let me live the dream
S1 let down
P1 heartstrings
P3 matches to burn
P4 multiverse
P1 meet michael hawk
S2 clean wipe to the slate
P2 crystal ball
P7 entirely
S2 pen a pad
P2 pardon me
P2 complicated subject
S4 breaking her heart
P3 hurting her knees and pride
P2 call it fate
P6 never expect it
P6 come for a ride
S2 as for me
P2 applied faith
P4 nothing at all
P14 fences
P6 f the w
P3 light
P3 intellectual property
P8 advice
---
Top section (unboxed):
S1 fresco
P8 married to something els
S1 dead end
P8 unity
S1 untitled unlabeled
P1 fallen walls
S1 sleep walkers
P1 exit the sandman
S1 daylight again
P8 water flesh and bone
S2 visited a place
P1 unwinnable
S1 overrated
S1 singer songwriter
P1 puzzle pieces
P1 rat park
P1 rehab
S1 tonight's moonlight
S1 table for two
P1 living large
P1 rain
S2 perfect imperfect
P1 perfect world
S2 in the pouring rain
P3 hive mind
P1 have not
P3 half told
P1 climbing the ladder
S3 little bird
S2 fight for peace
S3 here and now
P2 sniper's song
P2 get outta my face
P2 ex-poem
S2 one slip of the tongue
S2 nature of man
P8 another
P7 smitty's anthem
P2 pen and paper
S3 train
P12 what i'll do
P5 traffic
P3 time bomb
P7 we are the ones
P2 monitization
Box labeled P 8:
the watcher
Another
downward spiral
let me in
stay big
advice
birth right
first glance
one night stand
bird on a string
believe me
betrayal
Face to face
let it ride
best left
[drawing of a circle with a dot in the middle]
Kneeling
Chameleon
cement
hey waiter
solitary parade
this very room
big shoes
either way
riding a wave
hypocrites
Box labeled P 9:
better than it seems
flora
lament
I am
monument
nameless
below zero
another history lesson
hideaway
listen
miss you kiss you
lovely infinity
can't have that
on the rocks
happy birthday to me
Box labeled P 10:
does the fire still glow
bite of the apple
chit chat chatter
brain games
valentine woes
b f f
change
devil's friend
speak
poorest echoes
staying the flag
quest for immortality
down
somewhere
Text to the right of the paper:
207
637
[illegible]
Labels on the page:
P 8 (next to box)
P 9 (next to box)
P 10 (next to box)
P 11 (next to box)
P 12 (vertical, right side)
P 13 (vertical, right side)