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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