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Prison Without Walls (A)
04:36
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We’re force-fed popular culture
We’re faced with the daily news
We’re given unlimited freedom
And it’s taken away just as soon
We’re enveloped in time-space-matter
We’re wasting time in gridlocked traffic
We’re wasting lives in dead-end jobs
We’re on a road that’s going nowhere
But we can’t break out until we see that we’re locked in
No we can’t be free until we see that we’ve been duped
We’re force-fed advertising
Which encapsulates all we need to know
We’re drying up
In these images locked in frozen time
Recognize your situation
Create a new one in its place
Seize control of the moment
It’s all you truly own
But we can’t break out until we see that we’re locked in
No we can’t be free until we see that we’ve been duped
No we can’t break out until we see that we’re locked in
No we can’t be free until we see that we’ve been duped
We’re in a prison without walls
A prison without walls
Set yourself free
From the prison without walls
Prison without walls
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Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
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2. |
This Song Is A Painting
03:35
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This song is a painting
If only I could paint it
Then you would know what it meant
But you’ll just have to hear the texture in my voice
You’ll just have to see the color in my words
This song is a painting
Just like all the others
From the palette of my memory and my dreams of existence
It would have been a 12 by 11 footer
But it will have to be a wall of sound instead
If I could paint it
And if I’d been to art school
With a studio in SoHo or a loft in Tribeca
Then maybe you’d see me in the cafes and bars
Mingling with mummies and painters from Mars
This song is a painting
If only I could paint it
But I would much rather sing it
And you’ll see me for who I am
And if I’d been a painter, it wouldn't be much different
You probably wouldn't like my paintings either
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Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
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3. |
Lovely Moonlit Night
06:40
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It’s a lovely moonlit night
And the moon is shining bright
Time is standing still
And we’ve got time to kill
It’s a strange and moonlit night
And I feel the time is right
All life reoccurs
And another memory stirs
Oh - fast asleep
Oh - washing hands
Oh - not mine to keep
Oh - these haunted lands
It’s a lovely moonlit night
And the moon is shining bright
Time is standing still
And we’ve got time to kill
I sleep on empty hands
Speak a tongue of foreign words
Strange creatures, stranger lands
Voices echo so I’ve heard
Oh - fast asleep
Oh - washing hands
Oh - not mine to keep
Oh - these haunted lands
Chase a shadow in the deep
Cross a highway full of flies
Witchcraft dances on my feet
Bodies shaking, telling lies
On an island with a nun
Learn to whisper in my sleep
Turning blacker from the sun
Never will be mine to keep
Oh - fast asleep
Oh - washing hands
Oh - not mine to keep
Oh - these haunted lands
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Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
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4. |
Killer On The Rampage
05:59
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There’s a killer on the rampage
And they haven't found him yet
A killer on the rampage
They think he might kill again
He said “Forgive me God”
He didn't think he had a choice
Do you have to be a Catholic
To attend a mass slaying?
There’s a killer on the rampage
They think he’s down in Mexico
A killer on the rampage
He called his mom and said “It’s my time to go”
He said “They’ll kill me
Or I will kill myself”
At least that’s what the paper said he said
I didn’t hear it myself
We tend to see the guilty and the innocent
We think we’ve seen it all before we’ve come and went
And maybe god knows what it’s all about
It’s not my job to try and figure it all out
But it makes good news, makes good headlines
Anytime anybody suffers and dies
Killer on the rampage
There’s a killer on the rampage
Killer on the rampage
There’s a killer on the rampage
Mm hmmm
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Words and music by Andrew L. Jackson
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5. |
Black Nights
04:31
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Listen in to the sun inside
It’s burning to get out
Beat the drum, let it coincide
Leave no more room for doubt
Telephone to the spirit world
And hang on every word
Take the time to get in line
Now you speak what you have heard
Fill the hours of the night
Shake the shackles from the day
Clench the eyeteeth on the mouth
Shape the answers far away
Comes in curves and it comes in lines
Comes in circles on the air
Press your face up against the wind
Till the edges start to tear
Black nights, warm feelings
Black nights, tall ceilings
Dark nights in strange places
Dark knights, with black faces
Listen in to the sun inside…
Beat the drum, let it coincide…
Black nights, warm feelings
Black nights, tall ceilings
Black nights in strange places
Black knights, with dark faces
Black nights…
Black nights…
--
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
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6. |
Invisible Hands
04:25
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I keep on, keep on walking
Keep on listening to the beat of the drum
I get up, I get ready
Ready for work I gotta get things done
I wake up, roll over
Sit up straight to look out the window
That sun is still rising
Comes up to greet me over the horizon
Invisible hands, they pull me up
Come to remind me that I’m never alone
Invisible hands, won’t let me down
They come to take me where I’ve never been
I go to sleep, lay down this tired body
Go to bed and leave for a while
In my dreams I’m getting ready
Ready for something that’ll take a while
They come to help any way that they can
I’m here to have some fun and get some things done
They come to help any way that they can
I’m here to have some fun and get some things done
Invisible hands, they pull me up
Come to remind me that I’m never alone
Invisible hands, won’t let me down
They come to take me where I’ve never been
--
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
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7. |
Why I Hate The News
06:45
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Fear, blood, guns
Stuff that makes good news
Bodies, death, hate
You’d think that’s all there is
Too many self-fulfilling prophecies
Too much fear disguised as fact
Too many jabbering talking heads
With molded hair-do’s and capped teeth
Too many three-inch headlines
About the latest terrorist attack
And a flagging collective consciousness
That’s buying into all this crap
Can’t get rid of it now
Almost can’t ignore it
Must be that primal urge
To gawk at someone else’s misery
And people “need” to watch it
They need to feel “informed”
So they can make cocktail small-talk
About how fucked up the world is
And that’s why I hate the news
And that’s why I hate the news
And that’s why I hate the news
And that’s why I hate the news
The people shape their viewpoints
Form opinions from the news
And the other propaganda
That they suck in off the tube
Whether events are real or not
By the time they reach the news
It’s an absurd encapsulation
That’s accepted as the truth
What’s it all for?
To sell ad space
To make money
What’s it all for?
It’s a low and loathsome business
And they call it a public service
And that’s why I hate the news
And that’s why I hate the news
And that’s why I hate the news
And that’s why I hate the news
--
Words and music by Andrew L. Jackson
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8. |
Prison Without Walls (B)
04:09
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We’re force-fed popular culture
We’re faced with the daily news
We’re given unlimited freedom
And it’s taken away just as soon
We’re enveloped in time-space-matter
We’re wasting time in gridlocked traffic
We’re wasting lives in dead-end jobs
We’re on a road that’s going nowhere
But we can’t break out until we see that we’re locked in
No we can’t be free until we see that we’ve been duped
We’re force-fed advertising
Which encompasses all we need to know
We’re drying up
In these images locked in frozen time
Recognize your situation
Create a new one in its place
Seize control of the moment
It’s all you truly own
But we can’t break out until we see that we’re locked in
No we can’t be free until we see that we’ve been duped
No we can’t break out until we see that we’re locked in
No we can’t be free until we see that we’ve been duped
We’re in a prison without walls
A prison without walls
Set yourself free from the prison without walls
Prison Without Walls
--
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
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It’s a feeling I have
Want to tell it out loud
Like a story i remember
From a long, long time ago
There’s a time in my life
Like an African cloud
Come up from nowhere
We’ll just see where it goes
Follow me now
Across the desert
We can stop for water
In a nearby town
Local bartender
Has a friendly manner
Saving his daughter
For a golden crown
His arms his legs
Are just like a spider’s
Here he comes
Across the dry hot sand
There’s a drinking well
The water changes so often
I’ll take a shower
When we reach dry land
It’s a tower of babel
Crumbling to pieces
It’s a powerful feeling
Waking up strange
And my old dance partner
Her claws were so sharp
Still see her singing
From her mountain range
Follow me now
You little children
Keep asking questions
And I’ll tell you why
There’s not an animal
That doesn’t listen
To hear the breeze
On the sky blue sky
I’ll sing my song
To the open desert
I’ll sing my song
To the open sky
I’ll try to feel
The powerful moment
When it comes
I don’t want to know why
I don’t want to know why
I don’t want to know
I don’t want to know why
--
Words and music by Andrew L. Jackson
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10. |
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We’re force-fed popular culture
We’re faced with the daily news
We’re given unlimited freedom
And it’s taken away just as soon
We’re enveloped in time-space-matter
We’re wasting time in gridlocked traffic
We’re wasting lives in dead-end jobs
We’re on a road that’s going nowhere
But we can’t break out until we see that we’re locked in
No we can’t be free until we see that we’ve been duped
We’re force-fed advertising
Which encapsulates all we need to know
We’re drying up
In these images locked in frozen time
Recognize your situation
Create a new one in its place
Seize control of the moment
It’s all you truly own
But we can’t break out until we see that we’re locked in
No we can’t be free until we see that we’ve been duped
No we can’t break out until we see that we’re locked in
No we can’t be free until we see that we’ve been duped
We’re in a prison without walls
A prison without walls
Set yourself free from the prison without walls
Prison Without Walls
--
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
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Fear, blood, guns
Stuff that makes good news
Bodies, death, hate
You’d think that’s all there is
Too many self-fulfilling prophecies
Too much fear disguised as fact
Too many jabbering talking heads
With molded hair-do’s and capped teeth
Too many three-inch headlines
About the latest terrorist attack
And a flagging collective consciousness
That’s buying into all this crap
Can’t get rid of it now
Almost can’t ignore it
Must be that primal urge
To gawk at someone else’s misery
And people “need” to watch it
They need to feel “informed”
So they can make cocktail small-talk
About how fucked up the world is
And that’s why I hate the news
And that’s why I hate the news
And that’s why I hate the news
And that’s why I hate the news
The people shape their viewpoints
Form opinions from the news
And the other propaganda
That they suck in off the tube
Whether events are real or not
By the time they reach the news
It’s an absurd encapsulation
That’s accepted as the truth
What’s it all for?
To sell ad space
To make money
What’s it all for?
It’s a low and loathsome business
And they call it a public service
And that’s why I hate the news
And that’s why I hate the news
And that’s why I hate the news
And that’s why I hate the news
--
Words and music by Andrew L. Jackson
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No telling what’s gonna happen
That which you need will come to you
One thing you can be sure of though
There's equal uncertainty for everyone
Right thought
Right living
Right words
Sure can’t hurt
Good thoughts
Good living
Good words
Why not give it a try
We’re all in this world together
We’re all looking for someone to love
Why not start with the one you’re closest to
Give yourself to love and let it go
No telling what’s gonna happen
Why far the worst and waste your life
One thing’s for certain about the future
It’s all unknown so live your life now
Kind heart
Kind living
Kind words
Sure can’t hurt
Loving thoughts
Loving words
Loving actions
Why not start with yourself
No telling what’s gonna happen
That which you need will come to you
One thing you can be sure of
Equal uncertainty for everyone
So live your dream now
Live your dream now
Live your dream now
--
Words and music by Andrew L. Jackson
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These nights when I don’t know
What to do
Turn on the music
And it’s me and you
Sometimes alone I
Feel apart
Until your music
Helps me start
To be still my beating heart
To be still my beating heart
To be still my beating heart
Be still my beating heart
Where are you going
You don’t care
Just let the music
Take you there
No one ever said that life was fair
No one ever said that life was fair
And I’ll be your friend
On the cold dark nights
You don't need to fear
It will be all right
Be still my beating heart
Be still my beating heart
Be still my beating heart
Be still my beating heart
--
Words and music by Andrew L. Jackson
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Andrew Lawrence Jackson
Alternative singer-songwriter, recording artist, Zru Vogue co-founder, based in the San Francisco Bay Area.
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