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Timothy Dale Scott (born November 16, 1966 in Hanford, California) is a former Major League Baseball right-handed pitcher.
Drafted by the Los Angeles Dodgers in the 2nd round of the 1984 MLB amateur draft, Scott made his Major League Baseball debut with the San Diego Padres on June 25, 1991. His final game in the major leagues came on July 2, 1997. His first professional season was in 1984, playing for Los Angeles' rookie league Great Falls Dodgers. He played his last professional season in 2001, playing for the New York Yankees' Triple-A Columbus Clippers.
Timothy David "Tim" Scott (born 21 September 1971) is an instrumental recording artist primarily known for his solo instrumental guitar compositions. These have subsequently given rise to his secondary side project/collaborations and sessions with the dance DJs and producers: Judge Jules, Mike Koglin, Serial Diva and Herd & Fitz. He also created the Comedy Central series, Let's Bowl.
Tim was born and brought up in Hazel Grove, a suburb of Stockport, England. He left school at 16 and went on to Salford College of Music "but dropped out before he got kicked out" finding he could not cope with the written work due to his dyslexia.
In August, 1992 at the age of 20, Tim applied to study full-time on the 1 year Diploma course in modern Electric Guitar Performance at The Guitar Institute (GI), London (now known as The Institute of Contemporary Music Performance) commencing his studies on 21 September 1992 he graduated achieving the grade Pass on 3 July 1993.
Shadows are dancing for me
Celebrating the death of my humanity
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
I am fading away with my sins
With forbidden lusts
Feels like I'm here only to wither away
Catch my fall
Rip the pain out from my chest
Show me a new heaven
Lift me up from the deepest grave
Catch my fall
Show me that life is worth living
Reality is killing me
Vanity blocks my rusted veins
New dawn is nothing but a dive into a thick haze
Apathy conceals my passions behind black lace
My only joy... writhing in pain
Without grace
My vanity is rankling me like the chaps on my skin
Catch my fall