⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING — SONG LIST TEN (10) — ONE PIECE MISSING Lead Rating: PG / PG-13 | GX Points: 18 | 12 Tracks This collection contains emotionally heavy and introspective material that explores themes of loss, memory, war, identity, and psychological vulnerability. While largely poetic and reflective in tone, several songs address subject matter that may be distressing to some listeners. THEMES AND POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: - War, military service, and lifelong combat trauma (Harry Patch) - Death, aging, and mortality - Emotional isolation, loneliness, and abandonment - Depression, hopelessness, and identity fracture - Spiritual doubt and philosophical uncertainty - Grief following the loss of loved ones - Romantic separation and unresolved attachment - Historical violence and generational suffering - Psychological distress expressed through metaphor and symbolism - Suicide imagery (Snowflakes — staring off a bridge, feeling unseen and alone) NOTABLE CONTENT NOTES: Snowflakes contains implicit suicide ideation: staring off a bridge, feeling unchained, invisible, and alone on a snowy night. Harry Patch is written from the perspective of the last surviving WWI soldier, centering a century of combat trauma. Old Eli addresses slavery, oppression, and the spinning of a cotton gin. Pennywise critiques capitalism and the squandering of what matters most. These songs emphasize internal struggle, memory, and the long emotional aftermath of personal and collective hardship. While not graphically explicit, the material may resonate strongly with listeners who have experienced trauma, loss, or prolonged emotional strain. Listener discretion is advised, particularly for those sensitive to themes of war, grief, or mental health challenges.

SONG LIST 10 — ONE PIECE MISSING 1. Snowflakes — by Justin Justice & Tom Jensen 2. Harry Patch — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 3. Old Eli — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 4. Leaving Your Roots — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 5. Broken Mirror — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 6. Pennywise — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 7. Postcard — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 8. House of Shattered Glass — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 9. Pendulum — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 10. Bricklayer — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 11. Absolutely Marie — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen 12. Julia's Garden — by Klaus Bluetner & Tom Jensen (1) 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 (2) 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 (3) 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 (4) 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… (5) 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... (6) 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? (7) 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 a postcard) I got a postcard from you (I got a postcard) (8) 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 bear 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 (9) 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... (10) 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 (11) 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! (12) 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 sow 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