Tim, Timothy or Timmy Smith may refer to:
Tim Smith (born 3 July 1961 in Carshalton, London Borough of Sutton, England) is an English singer-songwriter, composer, poet, multi-instrumentalist, record producer, music video director and bandleader of the cult English band Cardiacs.
In addition to singing, Smith plays electric and acoustic guitars, bass guitar, a variety of keyboards (including piano, synthesizer, mellotron and organ), flute, recorder and percussion.
Tim Smith maintains that the Cardiacs were never a punk, prog or pronk band but were a pop band 'who played psychedelia'.
Smith's work often deals with the exploration of childhood or adolescent happy thoughts, fears and anxieties, the terror of war, paranoia, loneliness, pain, love, obsession, isolation, sexuality, satire on ways of living, the sins of religion and the ideal of a better world.
While expressing appreciation for such artists as XTC, Gong, Gentle Giant, early Genesis, and Frank Zappa, Smith's lyrical references include the work of George Darley, Charles Kingsley, William Blake, Pedro Carolino, William Shakespeare, Charles Laughton and David Lynch.
Timothy Colin "Tim" Smith (born 15 October 1983) is an Australian politician. He has been a Liberal Party of Australia member of the Victorian Legislative Assembly since November 2014, representing the Legislative Assembly seat of Kew.
Tim Smith was born in Melbourne in 1983. Smith's great-grandfather founded Ferguson's Cakes in 1901, which became Ferguson Plarre under his grandfather in 1980. He grew up in Camberwell, Victoria and attended Scotch College, Melbourne and Rugby School in England.
Smith attended the University of Melbourne and Ormond College where he undertook a Bachelor of Arts in history and politics. During his time as an undergraduate he was a dedicated athlete, gaining selection to the Australian rowing team.
Tim's rowing career lasted five years. He represented Australia at three World Championships, two World Cups, and the Under 23 World Championships, winning a Bronze Medal at the 2004 World Championships at Lake of Banyoles, Spain in the Men's Lightweight Eight. In 2005 he was selected in the Olympic class Lightweight Four, where he placed fourth at the World Championships. Because of this performance, he earned a full scholarship to the Australian Institute of Sport. In the lead up to the 2006 World Championships in England he sustained a significant back injury which prevented him from seeking selection for the 2008 Beijing Olympics.
[First Verse:]
Now this is for my niggas on the corner
Act bad, nigga do what'cha wanna
But'cha know they got a bigger eye on ya
Watchin', watchin', they watchin'
They got us livin' upon dreams
Comin' up on schemes
Quest for long green
We offin' the wrong team
Members seen December's alot longer
Wind's alot stronger, not too long, 'fore they drop on ya
Then you got pneumonia, can't be cured
Cuz you debt to a
BITCH, which you never met
Steady get along, but, check your tone nigga
Better get a zone cuz bills will split your home
It's on, empty pockets make an empty conscience
If we honest, most of our real die over simple nonsense
But Tim has promised himself, and he is better
But I can't lie
At times, I'm crooked as a Saint I
Ain't I a hypocrite?
Or, am I excused cuz rules change so much? This shit so thick!
Even my lil' clique is out'chea lookin' out for partners
We've been hoodwinked, bamboozled, makin' fool of us
[Chorus:]
THEY GOT US
Livin' up on dreams
Quest for long green
We offin' the wrong team
It's sad life!
[x4]
[Second Verse:]
Nowadays,
Everybody got their lil' issue with pictures of Malcolm and Martin
But nobody's takin' steps finishin' what they died startin'
Caught in this World of material
Baby serious
To save a nigga, it's gone take a major miracle
THEY GOT US, clutchin' our riches when we pass niggas
But, they ridin' tougher, DAMN THEM SOME SMART BITCHES
Picture, runnin' off a chain
Changes are different and it's strong enough to drag a truck or a train
"Maintain!" is what we holler
They game is what we follow
Claimin' our own kind on goals just to gain a dollar
Well who's the mack?
And who's the jackass?
Black ass just came and went, huh, that fast
And that's sad, cuz he may have been a gift from God
You knocked off, and that's the chance to lift us all
It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday
But, tomorrow's gettin' farther away
You best to pray
Let's just say this on God
Cuz all our attempts at takin' flight, tend to land in the morgue
Lord, I lay me down to sleep
Take my soul and help me teach my people how we really could run the street
Cuz we beat