Three students sit on the grass in Circle Park
Students at commencement
Sydney's opera house

Our programs emphasize learning through hands-on experience, and we stay up to date with industry trends to prepare the next generation of communication and information leaders.

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Tombras School of Advertising and Public Relations Professor Eric Haley with his 2023 Ivan L. Preston Outstanding Contribution to Research Award from the American Academy of Advertising.

I have lucite

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We look at things

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Campus is shiny

I like drone music

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Alumna Beth Haynes walks by the ticker on the third floor of the Communication and information building.

Standing in a hallway

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Discussion

Alumna Janna Abraham holds up a coaster and a keychain in her booth selling Tennessee items

Vintage photos

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Tanya Arnold, School of Information Sciences student services coordinator.


Title

Phone

Heroic painter

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We have bears!

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Circle Park bench

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Attend our mixer

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Where is the Van Dyke Brown?

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Our staff

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Bob Ross


Artist

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Title

Phone

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Phone


Title

Phone

Big Bob Ross!


Large and in charge

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Phone

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A is for Amy

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Why, hello there!

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These are some cards.

Students at commencement

We are lined up!

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We have cameras!

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Here are some more cards.

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Three-up stacked cards

One

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Three

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Hey, Jack Kerouac

Hey Jack Kerouac
I think of your mother
And the tears she cried, they were cried for none other
Than her little boy lost in our little world that hated
And that dared to drag him down
Her little boy, courageous

[Chorus]
Who chose his words from mouths of
Babes got lost in the wood
Hip flask slinging madmen, steaming cafe flirts
They all spoke through you

[Verse 2]
Hey, Jack
Now for the tricky part
When you were the brightest star
Who were the shadows?
Of the San Francisco beat boys
You were the favorite
Now they sit and rattle their bones
And think of their blood-stoned days

[Chorus]
You chose your words from mouths of
Babes got lost in the wood
The hip flask slinging madmen, steaming cafe flirts
In Chinatown, howling at night

[Verse 3:]
Allen baby, why so jaded
Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded?
Billy, what a saint they’ve made you
Just like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls’ Day

[Chorus:]
You chose your words from mouths of
Babes got lost in the wood
Cool junk booting madmen, street minded girls
In Harlem, howling at night

[Outro:]
What a tear-stained shock of the world
You’ve gone away without saying
Saying goodbye

Your ghost

If I walk down this hallway
Tonight, it’s too quiet
So I pad through the dark
And call you on the phone
Push your old numbers
And let your house ring
Till I wake your ghost

Let him walk down your hallway
It’s not that quiet
Slide down your receiver
Sprint across the wire
Follow my number
Slide into my hand

It’s the blaze across my nightgown
It’s the phone’s ring
I think last night
You were driving circles around me

I can’t drink this coffee
Till I put you in my closet
Let him shoot me down
Let him call me off
I take it from his whisper
Your not that tough

It’s the blaze across my nightgown
It’s the phone’s ring
I think last night (you were in my dreams)
You were driving circles around me

Birdland

[Verse 1]
His father died and left him a little farm in New England
All the long black funeral cars left the scene
And the boy was just standing there alone
Looking at the shiny red tractor
Him and his daddy used to sit inside
And circle the blue fields and grease the night
It was as if someone had spread butter
On all the fine points of the stars
‘Cause when he looked up they started to slip
Then he put his head in the crux of his arms
And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship
Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it
And saw his daddy behind the control board
Streaming beads of light
He saw his daddy behind the control board
And he was very different tonight
‘Cause he was not human
He was not human

[Verse 2]
The little boy’s face lit up with such naked joy
That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns
White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly
And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight
No black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven
And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out
“No, daddy, don’t leave me here alone
Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship
Let the ship slide open and I’ll go inside of it
Where you are not human
You are not human”

[Verse 3]
But nobody heard the boy’s cry of alarm
Nobody there except for the birds around the New England farm
And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered
And they were like compass grass coming together into the head of
A shaman bouquet, slit in his nose and all the others went shooting
And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake
Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck, all his limbs
Everything was twisted and he said:
“I won’t give up, won’t give up, don’t let me give up
I won’t give up, come here, let me go up fast
Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship
And the ship slides open and I go inside of it
Where I am not human”

[Verse 4]
“I am helium raven and this movie is mine”
So he cried out as he stretched the sky
Pushing it all out like latex cartoon
Am I all alone in this generation?
We’ll just be dreaming of animation night and day
It won’t let up, won’t let up and I see them coming in
Oh, I couldn’t hear them before, but I hear them now
It’s a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights
Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them
And he put up his hands and he said:
“It’s me, it’s me, I’ll give you my eyes, take me up
Oh now please take me up, I’m helium raven
Waiting for you, please take me up, don’t leave me here!”
The son, the sign, the cross, like the shape of a tortured woman
The true shape of a tortured woman, the mother standing
In the doorway letting her sons, no longer presidents but prophets
They’re all dreaming they’re gonna bear the prophet
He’s going to run through the fields dreaming in animation
It’s all gonna split his skull, it’s gonna come out
Like a black bouquet shining, like a fist that’s gonna shoot them up
Like light, like Mohammed Boxer, take them up, up, up, up, up, up
Oh, let’s go up, up, take me up, I’ll go up, I’m going up, I’m going up
Take me up, I’m going up, I’ll go up there
Go up, go up, go up, go up, up, up, up, up, up, up
Up, up to the belly of a ship. Let the ship slide open
“We’ll go inside of it where we are not human
We’re not human”

[Verse 5]
Well, there was sand, there were tiles
The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated like a river of glass
When it hardened he looked at the surface, he saw his face
And where there were eyes were just two white opals, two white opals
Where there were eyes there were just two white opals
And he looked up and the rays shot, and then he saw raven coming in
And he crawled on his back and he went up, up, up, up, up, up, up
“Sha-da-do-wop, da-shaman-do-way
Sha-da-do-wop, da-shaman-do-way
Sha-da-do-wop, da-shaman-do-way
Sha-da-do-wop, da-shaman-do-way
Sha-da-do-wop, da-shaman-do-way”
We like birdland

There is a light that never goes out

Take me out tonight
Where there’s music and there’s people
And they’re young and alive
Driving in your car
I never, never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one anymore
Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see lights
Driving in your car, oh, please don’t drop me home
Because it’s not my home, it’s their home
And I’m welcome no more

[Chorus]
And if a double-decker bus crashes into us
To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-tonne truck kills the both of us
To die by your side, well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

[Verse 2]
Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought “Oh God, my chance has come at last”
But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn’t ask
Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care
Driving in your car
I never, never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one, la-di-dum, oh, I haven’t got one
Oh, oh

[Chorus]
And if a double-decker bus crashes into us
To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-tonne truck kills the both of us
To die by your side, well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

[Outro]
Oh, there is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out

Jockey full of bourbon

[Verse 1]
Edna Milton in a drop-dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won’t shoot
I’m in the corner on the pouring rain
Sixteen men on a deadman’s chest
And I’ve been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I’m full of bourbon, I can’t stand up

[Chorus]
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone

[Verse 2]
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan’s head
And I’ve been stepping on the devil’s tail
Across the stripes of a full moon’s head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I’m on the lawn with someone else’s wife
Admire the view from up on top of the mast

[Chorus]
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone, hey

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
I said, hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone

[Verse 3]
Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
“To the carnival” is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
Edna Milton in a drop-dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won’t shoot
I’m in the corner on the pouring rain

[Chorus]
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone

The default setting wants me to put a title here.

We enjoy happy clouds, happy accidents, and happy squirrels sitting on our happy shoulders.

Bob Ross
Artisté
Name of College

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