Timothy may refer to:
Saint Timothy, a 3rd and 4th-century Christian, bishop of Antioch and martyr mentioned in the Actus Silvestri and buried at San Paolo fuori le Mura in Rome.
Bobby Lee (born September 17, 1972) is an American actor and comedian best known as a cast member on MADtv from 2001 to 2009 and for his roles in the films Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle and Pineapple Express.
Lee, the oldest of two sons, was born in San Diego, California to Jeanie and Robert Lee. Lee attended Poway High School in Poway, California. He is Korean American. His parents owned clothing stores in both Escondido and Encinitas, California. At 18 years of age Lee moved out of his parents' home and took jobs in restaurants and coffee shops in the San Diego area, while also attending Palomar College for a brief period. In 1994 the coffee shop for which he was working closed. “I just went next door to get a job,” he said, “which was The Comedy Store in San Diego” (also known as the La Jolla Comedy Store). After a few months of working odd jobs at the club he decided to try stand-up during one of their amateur nights. Within a year of doing regular comedy sets he got offers to open for both Pauly Shore and Carlos Mencia. Lee also went on to work regularly at The Comedy Store in Los Angeles, a comedy club owned by Pauly Shore's mother Mitzi.
Timothy Ray Bradley, Jr. (born August, 29 1983) is an undefeated American professional boxer. A native to the Coachella Valley. Born in Cathedral City, California, and training out of Indio, California. He is the current WBO Light Welterweight Champion and former two-time WBC Light Welterweight Champion.
Bradley had his first professional bout on the 20th of August 2004, knocking out Francisco Martinez in the second round. In his rise through the ranks, he gained the WBC Youth World Welterweight and Light Welterweight crowns. He also beat IBF Lightweight Champion Miguel Vazquez by a unanimous ten round decision. Bradley finally got his chance for the title when José Luis Castillo failed to make weight in a title eliminator for the full WBC Light Welterweight belt. He then won the WBC Light Welterweight title by defeating British fighter Junior Witter in England.
On 4 April 2009, Bradley fought Kendall Holt to unify his WBC and Holt's WBO titles. Bradley was dropped in the first round by a huge left hook and was badly hurt but regrouped and outboxed Holt for most of the fight, before being sent to the canvas again in the 12th round. Nonetheless, Bradley got up and finished the fight. He won the fight by unanimous decision and became the new WBO Champion.
Emmanuel "Manny" Dapidran Pacquiao, PLH (English pronunciation: /ˈpæki.aʊ/ PAK-ee-ow; Tagalog: [pɐkˈjaʊ]; born December 17, 1978) is a Filipino professional boxer and politician. He is the first eight-division world champion; having won six world titles, as well as the first to win the lineal championship in four different weight classes. He was named "Fighter of the Decade" for the 2000s (decade) by the Boxing Writers Association of America (BWAA). He is also a three-time The Ring and BWAA "Fighter of the Year," winning the award in 2006, 2008 and 2009.
As of 2012, Pacquiao is the WBO Welterweight Champion. He was long rated as the best pound for pound boxer in the world by some sporting news and boxing websites, including BoxRec.com, Sporting Life and The Ring. However, in April 2012, Pacquiao dropped to number two in the rankings, behind Floyd Mayweather Jr. In their ratings ending May 7, 2012, Ring Magazine declared the top position vacant and jointly ranked Pacquiao and Mayweather in the number two spot.
Arthur W. "Art" Bell, III (born June 17, 1945) is an American broadcaster and author, known primarily as one of the founders and the original host of the paranormal-themed radio program Coast to Coast AM. He also created and formerly hosted its companion show, Dreamland. Semi-retired from Coast to Coast AM since 2003, he hosted the show many weekends for the following four years. He announced his retirement from weekend hosting on July 1, 2007 but occasionally serves as a guest host. He attributed the reason for this latest retirement to a desire to spend time with his new wife and daughter, born May 30, 2007. He added that unlike his previous "retirements," this one will stand, while leaving open the option to return. Classic Bell-hosted episodes of Coast to Coast AM can be heard in some markets on Saturday nights under the name Somewhere in Time.
Bell founded and was the original owner of Pahrump, Nevada-based radio station, KNYE 95.1 FM. His broadcast studio and transmitter were located near his home in Pahrump while he hosted Coast to Coast AM except from June to December 2006, when he lived in the Philippines. He returned to the Philippines March 10, 2009 with his family after having significant difficulties obtaining a U.S. visa for his wife Airyn.
Timothy
Why are you following me
Why don't you take a few chances
while you got time on your side
Timothy
How can I make you see
Somebody's got all the answers
but it sure ain't me
You know that love's a game
And I played it once or twice
Oh you're asking for advice
That I can't give you
'Cause it just don't feel the same
If you haven't paid the price
It's something that you're just gonna
Have to live through
Timothy
Why are you following me
Timothy
I'm not the person to tell you
What you should do with your life
Timothy
The joke's on me
You got yourself more to handle
Than I will ever be
You know that love's a game
You can guarantee to win
Love has always been a game of learning
'Cause it just don't feel the same
When you're outside looking in
And it's still the same old question keeps returning
Timothy
Why are you following me
Well you know that love's a game
You play the best you can
It's hard to understand
Though we keep trying
'Cause it just don't feel the same
When you lose the master plan
Written by: M.Bolton/P.Way/P.Mogg/A.Parker
Released on Ufo1 1970 (3:28)
Timothy tries but he can´t explain
All of the things that shatter his brain
Comes from the garden shouting and grinning
Hey Timothy where do you come from
Only befriended with Jerry the mouse
Seems to know what Timmy´s talking about
Comes from the garden shouting and grinning
Hey Timothy where do you come from
Does he come from the sky? Does he come from the land
Does he come from the earth? Does he come from the sea? Timothy?
Look at me I'm ten feet tall
Jungle-Jim, hope I don't fall
Gather 'round for my playground
show
They call me Time, my real name is
Timothy
Your attention please but please not
your sympathy
My dad's real cool
He discovered Mars
And my mom is a movie star
The kids at school don't let me play
anything
But I don't care because I have
everything
Any boy could ever need
A helicopter that takes me
anywhere
A diamond horse, yeah my dad's a
millionaire
Don't mind the holes in my knees
And my mom's a movie star
Bill Green grabs his lunch from the
window sill
I left mine home, how 'bout a bite
of your sandwich, Bill
A friend in need is a friend indeed
The teacher asks oh where are you
parents Tim
It's been five months and I've seen
no sign of them
My dad's not here
He flew back to Mars
and my mom is a movie star
She's a movie star
She's a movie star
My dad's drunk in a bar
And my mom's crashed the car
Timothy, I took your place
Timothy, cause it's such a waste
Timothy, we found your spaceship
Timothy, it's the farthest you've ever flown
Never used your head
To find out what this whole thing meant
It's not what it seems
But it is
Timothy where have you been?
Timothy where have you been?
Timothy, where did you go?
Timothy, the boy can throw
Timothy, we found your spaceship
Timothy, did it hurt when you hit the ground
Never used your legs
To walk round in this whole big mess
It's not what it seems
But it is
Timothy where have you been
She cried in the kitchen
To let you go
Timothy where have you been
Missed your photo
Missed your birthday too
Missed your photo
It's not what is seems
But it is
Timothy where have you been
She cried in the kitchen
To let you go
Timothy where have you been
Missed your photo
Missed your birthday too
'Cause it's not the cold
Making my, making my legs shake
It's Timmy's ghost
Taking his, taking his place in our hearts forever
'Cause it's not the sound
Keeping me, keeping me from sleep
It's what Jesus said, it's what Jesus said
Said about the hell underneath
I think I'd rather believe it's some imaginary place
Made up to make children behave
So our souls are safe to wander off wherever they might please
Your soul is safe wherever you might be
Come now, sleep
Come now, sleep
Tell me I'm only dreaming, tell me he's just sleeping
When morning comes, we'll both wake up to the sun
And tell me I'm only dreaming, tell me he's just sleeping
When morning comes, we'll both wake up to the sun
And love that's enough to keep our friends alive
Phone call, I pull my car to the side of the road
No, it's not the cold that's making my legs shake
It's someone I love being taken away
A ghost is taking his place in our hearts, in our hearts
Where inside he moves from room to room
But sometimes he climbs our spines
To remind our grieving heads
That in this way he hasn't left
Tell me I'm only dreaming, tell me he's just sleeping
When morning comes, we'll both wake up to the sun
And tell me I'm only dreaming, tell me he's just sleeping
When morning comes, we'll both wake up to the sun
And love that's enough to keep our friends alive
But love is enough to keep our friends alive
But take me back to where I was before, I was born
Ends and means redemption
Of your past are painful reminders
Take these wings
And make good on all the promises un-kept in this life
The judgments weighed against you
Fell away to embrace your memory again
Take these wings And make good on all the things that were controlling you
And then destroyed you and your short breath of life
Fulfill all of the unsaid promises you made
To family and friends
Through blessings and understandings
And I can't seem to understand why
The end of your pain meant the end of a rope
But I guess it's the only freedom that you've ever known
The price you've paid is dying alone
Please bless this child
All that he's dreamed
All that he worked for
Every dream
Make his love, his compassion
Ends and means redemption
Of your past are painful reminders
Take these wings
And make good on all the promises un-kept in this life
The judgments weighed against you
Fell away to embrace your memory again
Take these wings
And make good on all the things that were controlling you
And then destroyed you and your short breath of life
Fulfill all of the unsaid promises you made
To family and friends
Through blessings and understandings
And I can't seem to understand why
The end of your pain meant the end of a rope
But I guess it's the only freedom that you've ever known
The price you've paid is dying alone
Please bless this child
All that he's dreamed
All that he worked for
Every dream
Make his love, his compassion
Inspiration to us all
I remember one jolly fresh start to the weekend The furrow in my fleshy firm brow was deepened When upon checking out some crucial electro I heard a voice that left me vexed, so It was a voice of an oaf of the lower caste But it reminded me of somebody from my past I said I've got it at last, this absolute arse Came bottom in our latin class
Timothy St John Westwood, that was his name It's a shame his vocal chords have gone quite lame His enunciation is an utter disgrace He's dropping Ts and Rs all over the place This can't be that quiet vicar's son Who had awful trouble trying to pick a chum When the quick would run and leave him sickly glum Now he's talking in my radio about dropping bombs
What ever happened to Timothy I was at prep with him you see We used to call him spaz Now he's on air chatting to Nas He was a whizz with a cricket bat But he never used to talk like that
(Spoken) Understand! Westwood says, don't ride dirty, ride big!
I nearly spilt my tea into my saucer When somebody called you the millennial Chaucer Of course you're not, that's my ruddy job! Your grammar's appaling and you sound like a guttersnipe street yob A bloody slob from ( a peat bog ) or some such place Where none such grace can be found Like the rhymes that I'm throwing down Well you're going round like a crowing clown Pimping rides for the dire murdies Well I'd think you would know my Morris is sturdy We both liked hip-hop, but isn't it strange That I've kept my accent, yet yours has changed Come now old bean, it's time to own up Say 'How do you do?' instead of 'What's up?' Your mother will be please and your father relieved But I'm afraid Lady Fanshawe will still be peeved
What on earth happened to Timothy I was at prep with him you see He was about as hard as my grand mama Now he's friend with the Wu Tang Clan, bizarre He was a whizz with a cricket bat But he never used to talk like that
(Spoken) It's your boy Westwood. Get your rims bling-blinging, then throw the smell-good inside
What ever happened to Timothy I was at prep with him you see We used to call him spaz Now he's on air chatting to Nas He was a whizz with a cricket bat But he never used to talk like that
I lost some friends the past few years.
I gave most away, you were stolen from me.
If I'm the next one to go too soon I've got a few things left I want to say.
I want to drive and never come home.
I want to lie and never be known as a liar as a thief as a man who just grits his teeth through a forty hour week.
If you're the next one to go too soon, is there anything left you want to say?