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Artists and Poets Run Amok!
Lyrics by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
We’re an intangible asset
Like an executive gift
An indecision in the making
We are the cause of the rift
I am an endless disaster
Caught in the continental drift
Baking incongruous batches
All the executives are miffed
I know it doesn’t add up
We’re an incongruous bunch
An impervious collection
Artists and Poets run amok
(2x)
And we will never get over it
And you can’t wrap your brain around it
We’re breaking all the unwritten rules
And we are not your average fools
We are supposed to be learning
We are expected to improve
Although it’s all in transition
And we are always on the move
We take a picture at breakfast
We’re tracing money round the clock
We’re an uncertain collective
Artists and poets run amok!
I know it doesn’t add up
We’re an incongruous bunch
An impervious collection
Artists and Poets run amok
(2x)
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Things Are Better With You
Lyrics by Andrew L. Jackson
There’s things I want to say that I don’t know how to say
There’s things I want to do that I don’t know how to do
Yet even though these words are only pointing the way
Somehow these these things are always better with you
When I started on my way I didn’t know where I would go
I got up the nerve to talk to you
I didn’t dare to think about some distant future day
I only knew that things were going better with you
Mmm- mmm… I only knew that things were better with you
Oh, oh… I only knew that things were better with you
Ah… here comes the drifting, drifting
I… can’t seem to focus, focus
I… am always dreaming, dreaming
You… put a hook in me and pulled me down to earth
There’s things that I need that I don’t know how to ask
Places I’ve been I had to fight my way through
Through all this I wasn’t a puppet on a string
I did my own thing and it was better with you
Oh, oh… I’m happy to report that things are better with you!
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Little Yellow Pills
05:44
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Little Yellow Pills
Lyrics by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
Ah – aah – aah – aah – oh – oh
I’m in the middle of a curve
And the shadows are falling
I made my bed in a memory
I took a bath in golden leaves
I was alone in the village
There was a monk on the hill
A little ballerina elevated
She took a little yellow pill
I was driving in circles
In a kaleidoscopic city
And it was getting to be dangerous
But the lights were so pretty
Spare parts were falling off of me
Lost my voice, lost my head
Little pieces of what used to be
Leaving something else instead
Ah – aah – aah – aah – oh – oh
I’m in a battery of elephants
I hunger deeply for a thrill
I am an absent inhabitant
All blank and ready to be filled
I stumble on an oasis
Looking for an empty lot
I used to always be thirsty
Now I’m a waterfall of thought
I wore a wire on my heartstrings
Rode in a magical machine
Until I woke up in an armchair
But it was such a lovely dream
I’m in the middle of a fall
With baby phantoms all around
Moving in fast-and-slow motion
To that modulating sound
Ah – aah – aah – aah – oh – oh
I lingered long in the marshes
Fell into another stream
I was barely unconscious
Hanging in the golden mean
I’m on the outskirts of Anywhere
I’m on a bench in the park
I’m in a capsule floating out in space
Driving backwards in the dark
Ah – aah – aah – aah – oh – oh
I’m in the middle of a life
Testing my fate against will
Change my head, change my mind
Don’t need your little yellow pill
Change my head, change my mind
Don’t need no little yellow pills
Mmm hmmm
Mmm hmmm
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The Once and Future Me
03:44
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The Once and Future Me
Lyrics by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
I’m going back to my A B C s
I’m going back to what I know to be true
I’m harking back across the mountains and the seas
I’m looking back to find the once and future me
I’m on a bridge between the old and the new
I’m on a ridge looking out at the view
I’m looking up to see the clouds in the sky
I’m crossing over to find what I can do
Remember, I can’t seem to remember
Whatever, it doesn’t really seem to matter
‘Cause what was true then is even more true today
What was true then is even more true today
What was true then is even more true today
And nothing has changed except nothing is the same
I’m starting out, relearn my A B C s
I’m taking off learning a new point of view
I’m harking back across the mountains and the seas
I’m looking back to find the once and future me
Ay-ay-ay – What was I going to say?
Oh-uh-oh – What was I going to do?
Ah-ah-ah – Maybe it’s better this way
Say O-kay to the once and future you
I’m on a bridge between the old and the new
I’m on a ridge looking out at the view
I’m looking up to see the clouds in the sky
I’m crossing over to find what I can do
Remember, I can’t seem to remember
Whatever, it doesn’t really seem to matter
‘Cause what was true then is even more true today
What was true then is even more true today
What was true then is even more true today
And nothing has changed except nothing is the same
I’m going back to my A B C s
I’m going back to what I know to be true
I’m harking back across the mountains and the seas
I’m looking back to find the once and future me
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5. |
Say It To You
03:55
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Say It To You
By Andrew Lawrence Jackson
I’ve got something to say
And no one to tell it to
So I’ll say it to you
So I’ll say it to you
I feel a little lost
Like I lost my way
But then I remember
I never knew where I was going anyway
It’s kind of funny that way
It’s kind of funny that way
It’s kind of funny that way
It’s kind of funny that way
I’ve got nothing to say
And no one to say it to
So I’ll sing it to you
I will sing it to you
It doesn't matter anyway
Not one way or the other
And if you’d had your druthers
You’d know I’m not like the others
No, I’m not like the others
I’m not like the others
Oh, I’m not like the others
You’d know I’m not like the others
I will say it to you
Oh, I will say it to you
I will say it to you
I will say it to you…
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Riddles Revisited
04:26
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7. |
What Do Words Want?
04:27
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Water Gun
04:23
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A Walk in the Park
04:33
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Self-Improvement
03:14
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Self-Improvement
Lyrics by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
I can better myself
I can better myself
I collect up my dream
I come apart at the seams
I pick up the pieces
I am aware of the shift
I paste them into a book
A picture coming together
I am aware of a dream
But I don’t know what it might mean
I am aware of a dream
I don’t know what it might mean
I come apart at the seams; and I glue myself together
I make a different version; a newer, better me
I come apart at the seams; and I glue myself together
I make a different version; a newer, better me
I come apart at the seams; and I glue myself together
I make a different version; a newer, better me
I pick up the pieces
I am aware of the shift
I paste them into a book
A picture coming together
I am aware of a dream
But I don’t know what it might mean
I am aware of a dream
I don’t know what it might mean
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Andrew Lawrence Jackson
Alternative singer-songwriter, recording artist, Zru Vogue founder, based in the San Francisco Bay Area.
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