Name:     Tim Koberstein	Profession:     Rock and Roll
Relationship:  Indiana line	Country:
Whispers and Screams   by Tim Koberstein Somewhere in Indiana dwells an ambitious young poet of Swing. 30 cuts is probably 20 too many, but what cuts is the ambitions (big, juicy) and the chops (voice is monotone, production varied, clever). He's got a shot. compact disk MEMORY Lyrics by Tim Koberstein Music by Scott Dubbs, Drew Bowman and Hamed Anwarzai And your sick of it all coming down in front of your face Wasn't it was, was it supposed to be Me and you together forever And your running away again..... And your running away again..... (CHORUS = **) **(Can you remember... Can you forgive this poison memory I won't let this Go I won't let this Go)** And your sick of it all coming down Around your place.... Wasn't it was, it was, was it supposed to be Me and you together forever And your running away again And your running away again (CHORUS) Pressure (echo) Can we do no wrong.... Can... We... Do.. No wrong... Can you remember Can.. You remember.. Can you remember CAN YOU REMEMBER BEAUTIFULLY EMPTY Lyrics by Tim Koberstein Music by Scott Dubbs, Drew Bowman and Hamed Anwarzai Nothing you can say Could walk me Out... Of hell....today Nothing you could do To wash the dust Covered.. Time.. Away (echo) (CHORUS = **) **Nothing you could say to me... Show me a better way to be...Where everything hasn't gone and crawled away from me And there's nothing you could do To show me a better way..... A better way out of hell today** When passion cries above a whisper When your heaven just seems so far away... I, have nothing of worth to say... And I.. Am... Weaker for trying to be alive (echo) (CHORUS) And theres nothing you could say...... Nothing you could do...... When your life gets close when your life comes back to you... And I was once One to be proud of... And I could see through your painted window And now the only thing thats been Left here so carelessly is me.... Is.. Me When all that was... Is now gone And theres no where left for my soul to run and How.. Can I explain.. And how can I justify when there's no blame And everythings just given away that... Little to fill the space where you Stood so beautifully empty..... And it would be a lie If I said that inside I didn't want A chance to take back all this time And theres nothing you could say.. Nothing you could do.. When your life gets close When your life comes crawling back to you... I once was One to be proud of And I could see through your painted window And now the only thing thats left... Left here so carelessly is me.... Is.. Me....... Nothing you could do Nothing you could say... Nothing you could do... Nothing left for us to SAY (echo) Just get a better grip on that dead hand shake..... Just get a better grip on that dead hand shake..... Just get a better grip on that dead hand shake..... Just get a better grip on that.. Dead hand shake (whispered) Coming soon!! All lyrics from Oceans Of Absence Lyrics by Tim Koberstein Music by Scott Dubbs, Drew Bowman and Hamed Anwarzai Marian College 3200 Cold Spring Road Indianapolis, IN 46222-1997 English 115 - Written Analysis of Literature David Shumate - Instructor ENG 115 Written Analysis of Literature Poems by Koberstein, Minnick & Spitler Listening to You by Tim Koberstein Right now I'm empty and need filling. Somewhere south a guy waits to come back, to start again. In Oklahoma a mother, a child, and a dream, wait for the end to get become better. Down the street a hero, in his own right, is getting ready to give up, because he?s tired and needs to sleep, a little longer. A few blocks away is, a good friend, I hardly ever see anymore. A little high in between, but then I go home, just to leave and come again. A little farther away, is a room where I, died in, lost in, was reborn in, only to find myself as someone else. The one for me is dying, in a plane crash over Ohio, while in a small town west, a little boy listens to radio static, searching for the voice that, someday might, save his, life. Indystar.com; Entertainment, Standout vocals highlight benefit show: By David Lindquist david.lindquist@indystar.com March 19, 2005 Tim Koberstein is the world-class singer in Seven Degrees from Center, which has sharpened its songwriting of late. New composition "Burned by the Light" boasts a memorable hook and exotic instrumental textures. With melody-minded bass player Drew Bowman driving the action, Seven Degrees from Center can balance the extreme anguish often conveyed in Koberstein's lyrics. In a final note, "Survivor" celebrity Rupert Boneham was a hit as the evening's master of ceremonies. Upcoming events to benefit music programs at IPS include a March 31 show featuring Kenny Wayne Shepherd and Collective Soul at the Music Mill.