Song list 10

Snowflakes by Justin Justice & Tom Jensen………………………..339

Harry Patch by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

Old Eli by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen……………………...340

Leaving your roots by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

Broken mirror by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen…………………...342

Pennywise by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

Postcard by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen………………………...343

House of Shattered Glass by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

Pendulum by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen……………………..345

Bricklayer by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

Absolutely Marie by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen……………...346

Julius Garden by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen……………..347

SNOWFLAKES

by Justin Justice & Tom Jensen

As snowflakes cover the ground

And the color white is all around

You stare out your window looking down

Thinking that everyone must pay a price

While wondering to yourself

Whether you’ll bounce once or you’ll bounce twice

This time that you spend has only been leased

Just as the clock on your wall is not really your own

And as you measure importance from greatest to least

You count up all the people and find that you’re alone

Just when you really needed some fresh air

You found that there was no breeze

Well you only look down

As you cross the bridge

And the light goes off

When you open the fridge

When Christmas time comes

Other people open your gifts

And the iceberg you’re chained to

It never seems to drift

If you were at the beach

Then the sun would hide

When the bus would come

It wouldn’t give you a ride

You can either think of your life

And all of the pain you’ve felt

Or you can sit and watch the snowflakes

Until they all melt

HARRY PATCH

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

The battle lasted ninety days

At least that's what history will say

But to me it lasted ninety years

Into my memory etched

Never will it disappear

I was just nineteen

When I became part of the war machine

I was just nineteen

When I became part of the war machine

No other man alive

Has ever seen what I have seen

Two world wars

A man on the moon

The fall of the Wall

On a November afternoon

Just how fast things can change...

I never would have believed it

If not for having seen it

Yet what has really changed?

Once I thought I knew

But I'm not so sure anymore

An entire century...

I've lived it and breathed it

Until this fatal final parting bow

It is with this last breath

That I must express

How I've become

Decidedly undecided now

He was just nineteen

When he became part of the war machine

He was just nineteen

When he became part of the war machine

OLD ELI

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

Come on! Yeah... Oh!

I'm spinning on this cotton gin

That old Eli gave to me...

Humming songs of freedom

Songs of what I'll never see

Made up of words that

I'll never be able to read…No

Umm umm

Yeah

I'm spinning on this cotton gin

That old Eli gave to me...

Humming songs of freedom

And oppressed humanity

Trying to take things further

In the name of liberty

Yeah...

Woo hoo!

And it seems to me

There's no more real definition of sanity

Yet some speak of it with such profanity

That it just creates one great calamity

Ooh

Woo hoo

Alright!

I guess there's many things

that ain't the way they used to be

they ain't the way they used to be

When only in death will we finally find unity...

We lose

So just take what you need

And follow whatever god you choose...

Yeah

I'm spinning on this cotton gin

That old Eli gave to me...

Humming songs of freedom

And oppressed humanity

Trying to take things further

In the name of liberty

Yeah...

Talkin' 'bout old Eli

Talkin' 'bout old Eli

Talkin' 'bout old Eli

Talkin' 'bout old Eli

Talkin' 'bout old Eli

Talkin' 'bout old Eli

Talkin' 'bout old Eli

Talkin' 'bout old Eli

LEAVING YOUR ROOTS

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

Their pictures hanging on the wall

Paint the story of a hundred faces

The sparkle shining from my eyes

Should show you that I've traveled

to so many places

I've been to France

I've been to Italy

But I'll never tell a soul

Just what that did to me

The fact that I ended up back here

Without reasons explained may seem unclear

Yet in order to clarify...

you may ask me to verify...

But I cannot certify ...

that I have been purified

The pictures hanging on the wall

Paint the story of a hundred faces

The sparkle shining from my eyes

Should show you that I've traveled

to so many places

Sometimes it's hard to leave your roots

Especially in the name of such trivial pursuits

Sometimes it's hard to leave your roots

Especially in the name of such trivial pursuits

Sometimes it's hard to leave your roots

(leaving your roots)

Especially in the name of such trivial pursuits

(trivial pursuits)

Sometimes it's hard to leave your roots

(leaving your roots)

Especially in the name of such trivial,

trivial pursuits...

BROKEN MIRROR

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

Shattered glass fallen from a broken mirror

Are now the reasons for all of these fears

Shattered glass fallen from a broken mirror

Shall lead to seven unlucky years

From this broken mirror shattered on the floor

Reflect chaotic patterns of distorted reflections

Now hiding within the cracks

are self-deceiving perception and excuses

What was once one frame of mind

Forming a single point of view

Now the faces looking back are many

What was once smooth now lies jagged

And simply disregarded

Yeah, it is simply disregarded

With the foreseeable future

so filled full of gloom

You sweep up your luck in disgust

with this dustpan and broom

After that perhaps you start sweeping

the corners of your mind

Though you can never be sure

of just what you will find

Maybe long lost forgotten dreams

not quite as distant as they now seem

You never know what'll be uncovered

or discovered just given a little time

Just give it a little more time...

Shattered glass fallen from a broken mirror

Might not be as bad as it first appeared

Shattered glass fallen from a broken mirror

Might lead you to a window

Through which you might see clear

Through which you might see things clear...

PENNYWISE

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

You can't be spiritual and material

It just goes against the grand paradigm

It's the same as saying you're pound foolish

Then just what's the point of being pennywise?

Oh...it's a rainy day

And with all those pennies saved

Oh...what will you spend them on?

Oh...it's a rainy day

As Nimbus clouds float overhead

Oh...how long until they're gone?

And all your money's been spent

On trinkets and other such trivial things

As you find your time has been lent

Not to paupers but to those who just wish to be kings

And queens who acquired their wealth

On broken dreams and other such self-serving schemes

On sickness not health caring only about the ends

And not about those who were caught in between

Or who's left out in the cold

Claiming that's out of their control

For it surely has no worth

If it's not something you can hold…

You can't be spiritual and material

It just goes against the grand paradigm

It's the same as saying you're pound foolish

Then just what's the point of being pennywise?

Oh...it's a rainy day

And with all those pennies saved

Oh...what will you spend them on?

Oh...it's a rainy day

As Nimbus clouds float overhead

Oh...how long until they're gone?

How long until they're gone?

POSTCARD

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

Unfadable...

is what your memory has become to me

Traceable...

it's easy to see how this came to be

I got a postcard from you...

a day before today

"Sorry for my silence...."

is all that it said

"I need some peace of mind.

Some time for my head."

That was all that she said.

(all that she said)

I felt so weak

I stumbled to my room,

picked up the phone

Things seemed so bleak

When I realized you were not home

I got a postcard from you ...

a day before today

"Sorry for my silence...."

is all that it said

"I need some peace of mind…

some time for my head."

That was all that she said.

(all that she said)

And I fell asleep to beeping

Empty thoughts began seeping

Sogging this mind...unable to roam

(unable to roam)

I just opened up a letter...

That I received and read today

It seems you're feeling better...

Seems you're beginning to find your way

It seems you finally see the sunshine

after many shades of gray

After many cloudy days

so heartwarming was our embrace

Nothing could pull us away

it made me happy today

To see your smiling face

(smiling face)

I got a postcard

(I got postcard)

I got a postcard from you

(I got postcard)

HOUSE OF SHATTERED GLASS

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

I'm feeling trapped

Within myself

Within my heart

and within my own head...

I'm feeling surrounded

With this sense of hurt,

this sense of loss

and the feeling of dread

I'm waiting for your letter

The one that I'll cry as I read:

The one that says:

"I'll always love you...

But you're something that I don't need"

And it is filling me with misery

And I still feel nothing but love

Love for you... but not for me

That part of my heart is empty

There's nothing there it's null and void

I worked so hard to get you to love me

Yet here I am left unemployed

I don't feel bitter

I just feel let down

I've never been a quitter

I'm a lover not a leaver

But now I'm leaving town...

'Cause I just can't bare to be around

In you...

I am your greatest believer

In me...

I'm my own greatest deceiver

As everyone told me

it was a fairytale world

From inside this

house of shattered glass

I stood up to every stone they hurled

And we both know it hurts

Watching your blood make mud

As it mixes with the dirt

That they also threw at you

But I knew what it was that I had to do

Still, through all of this

I only know of one truth:

I will never stop loving you

But what's even worse:

Is that you know it, too

PENDULUM

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

I've been holding on...

To a fantasy

To a dream

I've been writing songs...

That include

Both you and me

I've been holding on...

To my own perceived

Reality

I've been righting wrongs...

And addressing everyone

Everything but you and me

I'm so tired of putting work in...

Putting time into things

that disintegrate

I know you see me waiting

While my smile is fading

but it will be too late

I feel it and I know...

But you can't see what I don't show

Sure, you tried to read my mind

But maybe you were wrong this time

Believing that I'd hang on...

Like I always have like I always do

However, the man you see now

Might not be the same man that you knew

As one face of mine hides the pain and the lies

The other sits and waits trying to decide

On which side of the fence to sit on...

BRICKLAYER

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

Do you worship the new holy trinity?

Of money, commerce and economy?

Do you measure one's status

Using just these three?

Or do you find one's worth in externalities?

And intrinsic values that are harder to see...

For someone like me don't do much for your GDP

Is there anyone left who still agrees with me?

Number one should be love and number two humanity

Number three could be compassion

Or replaced by four or five

Empathy and equality

Add them all up and you get solidarity

Now that's the math that makes the most sense to me

I guess that's why I like philosophy

No, I've never been fond

Of stocks and bonds

I'm not a fan of

bottom lines or CEO's

I love the laying of bricks

Over newly paved roads

That lead off the beaten path

Showing people to a new way to go

ABSOLUTELY MARIE

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

Come on!

I knew her name...

Absolutely Sweet Marie

These words filled my head

Describing someone I'd just met

Words I think that Dylan said

Just leave it to him

To steal my phrase for you

Who is he to speak your name?

Speaking softly, sweet and true:

Absolutely, Absolutely, Absolutely

Sweet Marie

She is positively a woman

Who brightened up this rainy day

And brought some sunshine to this man

As I felt the room get warmer

After every word she said

You never know just what the future holds

Perhaps someone and something new

So these words once written

I recite them just for you

Speaking carefully, sweet and true:

Absolutely, Absolutely, Absolutely

Sweet Marie

Speaking carefully, sweet and true:

Absolutely, Absolutely, Absolutely

Sweet Marie

Alright!

JULIA'S GARDEN

by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen

Julia has a garden

So intricate in design

A secret place where the flowers grow

A secret place that only she can find

Here she embraces the feelings

that she could never show

The resentment and hurt

she always kept deep within her mind

For only the juniper trees

have heard her full tale of woe

And they only share all they know

with the skyline

Julia is beautiful and Julia has suffered

Losses that no mother or father,

or son or daughter should know

Yet in this oasis of hope

all forms of life are welcomed

In the tidal wave of thought

She suddenly becomes caught

within the undertow...

This garden was created

from the basis of chaos

And now pays tribute to organized chaos

in the form of a shrine

Here she can meditate on her thoughts

from many years ago

On an ever changing world

constantly being redefined

Every seed here she did sew

It is whispered and echoed

through the grapevine

Beneath the bridge across the brook

the water runs slow

Almost as if the stars had been realigned

Beds full of daffodils

and daisies overflow

Sunflowers sit in neat little rows

all intertwined

Julia would have to tiptoe

Less she wants to create

a ripple back through time

A life as simple as Emerson or Henry David Thoreau

With such a pretty view down along the coast line

And yet as colorful and vibrant as Picasso or Van Gogh

The only other mortals to know of art so fine

Yet Julia is beautiful and Julia has suffered

Losses that no mother or father,

or son or daughter should know

Yet in this oasis of hope

all forms of life are welcomed

In the tidal wave of thought

she becomes caught within the undertow

This garden was created

from the basis of chaos

And now pays tribute to organized chaos

in the form of a shrine

Here she can meditate on her thoughts

from many years ago

On an ever changing world

constantly being redefined

It is here where both cold and warm breezes blow

Be them fiercely or gently along the waterline

In the middle of the night with the moon aglow

Julia either recollects her dreams

or speaks to the divine

Falling down the weeping willows hang low

Silhouetted by the trees of soft pine

Swaying from here to fro stands this hedgerow

Dancing in rhythm all the while entangled in vines...

Julia is beautiful and Julia has suffered

Losses that no mother or father,

or son or daughter should know

Yet in this oasis of hope

all forms of life are welcomed

In a tidal wave of thought she becomes

caught within the undertow

This garden was created

from the basis of chaos

And now pays tribute to organized chaos

in the form of a shrine

Here she can meditate on her thoughts

from many years ago

On an ever changing world

constantly being redefined

Julia has a garden

So intricate in design

A secret place where the flowers grow

A secret place that only she can find