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Michigan Avenue
02:56
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Michigan Avenue
It’s hard to believe I was so cold and far away
Yesterday’s only one day
And now I am home, closer than anything
No longer wandering streets on my own
Even though I could have called you up
Somehow that wasn't the same
Finding myself out on Michigan Avenue
Knowing I’d gone the wrong way
I don’t even know, Dear, what day it is anymore
I thought it was Sunday but that wasn't right
Sleeping for days on end, lobbies and lounges
Waking and writing this, all in one night
Even though I could have called you
Somehow that wasn't the same
Finding myself out on Michigan Avenue
Knowing I’d gone the wrong way
Comfort is knowing I have you
Even when we’re far away
Memories linger, Dear, when I’m around you
Yesterday’s only a day (it’s only a day, it’s only one day)
It’s only one day, it’s only one day
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
©2013 Andrew L. Jackson
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I Subtracted
02:30
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I Subtracted
When you stood in my way
I just turned away
I stared into space
And I laughed at the sun
When you couldn’t relate
I just had to wait
Now it may be too late
But I’m still not done
I subtracted all of the things
That I didn’t need, stepped out of the wings
And planted a seed of something
I didn’t know what it would bring
I subtracted all of the words
That divided my life from hers
But nothing from nothing’s
How everything leans
When you laughed in my face
I washed it away
I wasn’t complacent
What you couldn’t see
It’s a terrible waste
When someone you’ve chased
Turns out to be something
You’d never foreseen
I subtracted all of the things
That I didn’t need, stepped out of the wings
And planted a seed of something
I didn’t know what it would bring
I subtracted all of the words
That divided my life from hers
But nothing from nothing’s
How everything seems
I subtracted all of the things
That I didn’t need, stepped out of the wings
And planted a seed of something
I didn’t know what it would bring
I didn’t know what it would bring
I subtracted everything
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
©2013 Andrew L. Jackson
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Into the Sound
03:12
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Into the Sound
The softer the sound
The deeper the trouble
You’re floating around
In your own little bubble
They think that they know
Because they’ve seen it all
But they don’t know
That it’s your curtain call
Now they’re watching from the wings
And it’s time to drop the curtain
There’s a cast party later
But where, nobody’s certain
If it’s under the sea
Then we’ll all be underwater
Taking turns dancing
With the king’s only daughter
Moments are passing
Days at a time
Minds are expanding
Turning on a dime
Beauty is hidden
Under the ground
Flowers are growing
Into the sound
Flowers grow toward the sun
And love is free for everyone
Flowers grow toward the sun
And love is free for everyone
Moments are passing days at a time
Minds are expanding, turning on a dime
Beauty is hidden; it’s under the ground
Flowers are growing into the sound
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
©2013 Andrew L. Jackson
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Hypnotized
05:02
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Hypnotized
You try to pull it apart
You pull at all the loose strings
You know that something is up
Try to unravel the plot
You want to cut it to pieces
And throw it into a pot
Drink from the soup of your memory
You eat the lies of your words
Go on and pull it apart
So it can go undercover
You become hypnotized
When you think you are the center
You have to take it apart
So it can crash into itself
When you are hypnotized
Then you do not see yourself
You have been living underwater
You have been living in a dream
Try to unravel yourself
So you can pull yourself together
The whole is not the sum
But there is no need to worry
When you are hypnotized
Then all the world around you
Sees you as you are
But you do not see yourself
When you are hypnotized
Then all the world around you
Sees you as you are
But you do not see yourself
You do not see yourself (4x)
When you are hypnotized (2x)
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
©2013 Andrew L. Jackson
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Ready for You (Low Country)
She's a chicken fried chicken
With white pepper gravy
She is minding the Gap
But she is all Old Navy
She's a low country girl
Makes a fine Brown Betty
Not the marrying kind
Till she is good and ready
She's an estuary queen
She's a sweet potato fry
With a broken down dream
And a twinkle in her eye
She's a hula hoop hobo
In a pink tutu
You are not ready for her
But she is Ready for You
Ready for You, she is Ready for You
You are not ready for her
But she is Ready for You, yeah (2x)
In a low country, she's in the low country
Better watch out, She's from the low country
South Carolina, yeah the low country
Hunting Island in the low country
Hampton County in the low country
Plenty of bounty in the low country
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
©2013 Andrew L. Jackson
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Outta Nashville
02:26
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Outta Nashville
Nashville, shrimp n' grits
Real beer n' fake tits
Real music, cheap junk
Cutie Pies and country punks
Music city, sittin' pretty
By the river, feeling gritty
Roll the dice, snake eyes
Open your mind, close your eyes
Showmanship is still alive
"You 'n' your buddy, come inside"
Deep fried anything
Hap'N'Harry's, collard greens
No one here is left out
Left Hand Milk Trout
Nash Vegas, sweaty teeth
Catfish n' iced tea
Oh My God it's too late
I'm loving music that I hate
So give me a headache pill
And Get Me Outta Nashville
Nashville, Tennessee
Antebellum county seat
Real music, dirty tricks
Beatin' drums with big sticks
Parthenon, Marathon
I could go on and on
I could get in deep trouble
Living in a country bubble
Duck fat tater tots
Ten dollar parking lots
Fried green tomato things
Bourbon whiskey, porch swings
Printer's alley, Five points
Honky tonks n' boogie joints
Hillbillies sellin' riddles
On the stage at Second Fiddle
Oh My God it's too late
I'm playing music that I hate
So bring another headache pill
And Get Me Outta Nashville
Get me Outta Nashville
Get me Outta Nashville
Outta Nashville
Outta Nashville
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
©2013 Andrew L. Jackson
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The Ice Age
03:24
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The Ice Age
A clear-headedness is needed this season
Autumn-to-winter when the mind is obtuse
You need to reign it in, from madness to reason
To keep your neck from slipping back in the noose
These are the urges that can drive us to madness
We ride the tension as an awkward excuse
To remain calm is a crowning achievement
Call on a wisdom that’s too right to refuse
I see a sky that is shrouded in darkness
The clouds part as the sun breaks through
The rain falls as if to release the tension
A bright rainbow begins to diffuse
I feel the ice age is coming to pieces
I feel the ice caps are melting for you
I feel the ice age is coming to greet us
I feel the ice age is coming for you
It came to me at the end of a dream
I didn’t know yet what it wanted to be
All that I know is that the band didn't play
There were no instruments as far as I could see
I feel the ice age is coming to greet us
I feel the ice age is coming for you
I feel the ice age is coming to meet us
There is a yeti that is looking for you
Don't feed the yeti / don't feed the yeti
It came to me at the end of a dream
I didn’t know yet what it wanted to be
All that I know is that the band didn't play
There were no instruments as far as I could see
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
©2013 Andrew L. Jackson
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8. |
Born Unready
03:40
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Born Unready
Captivated, encapsulated
Inebriated and deactivated
I been emasculated, intoxicated
Precipitated, then confiscated
Alienated, lost for words
Incarcerated, like jailbirds
Permeated, infused with dust
Uncalculated, yet still nonplussed
It’s a lifelong lesson I keep unlearning
It’s my confession with the fires burning
A lost concession, the gears are turning
Modest profession, but my wheels are churning
It’s a glue-gun wedding with the gown unthreading
My needle is getting enmeshed with the hay
I’m paper shredding, identity forgetting
A phosphorous netting, unhinged all the way
Percolated, contra-indicated
Elevated and improperly vetted
Calculated, inundated
Perpetuated, stamped and post-dated
Emulated, looking for the right words
Subdivided like the rule of thirds
Under-rated, well that’s nothing new
Over-achieving gives me something to do
It’s a lifelong lesson I keep unlearning
It’s my confession with the fires burning
A lost concession, the gears are turning
Modest profession, but my wheels are churning
It’s a glue-gun wedding with the gown unthreading
My needle is getting enmeshed with the hay
I’m paper shredding, identity forgetting
A phosphorous netting, unhinged all the way
I said “I’m not ready!”
I’m not ready, I’m not ready for this!
I was born unready, my feet are unsteady
And I’m really not ready for this
I said “I’m not ready!”
I’m not ready, I’m not ready for this!
I was born unready, my feet are unsteady
And I’m really not ready for this
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
©2013 Andrew L. Jackson
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Stolen from a Dreamer
03:04
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Stolen From A Dreamer
All of my ideas
Are stolen from my dreams
Stolen from a dreamer
Who doesn't know what it means
Every message that I deliver
Started its life as an arrow in a quiver
Of a cartoon madman El Dorado
Fixing his gaze on a golden swallow
Every existential phrase
Depicts a look askance
And every animated sequence
Looks like a skeleton dance
All of my ideas
Are stolen from my dreams
And only a somnambulist
Would know what it means
Living in a dreamland plastic city
Mandrake dances in the fire so pretty
Successions of images, ideas and emotions
Simmering together in a goblet of potion
Every existential phrase
Depicts a look askance
And every animated sequence
Looks like a skeleton dance
All of my ideas
Are stolen from my dreams
It takes another dreamer
To get what it means
Stolen from a mandragora, stolen from an imp
Foe or friend, REM, walking with a limp
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
©2013 Andrew L. Jackson
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Better to See
03:35
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Better to See
I close my eyes
The better to see, the better to see, the better to see
I open my eyes
To see what I need, to see what I need, to see what I see
I am looking inside
To see what is real
I don't need to hide
To show what I feel
In a moment when I have no hesitation
I can sense that something deeper is in motion
I am ready for a vestal visitation
To steady some of this inner commotion
I take out my pen
To write what I see, to write what I see, to write what I see
There’s a myriad of men
Who are talking through me, talking through me, so I write what they see
I keep on messing around
To find what can be found
I go deep into the sound
Dig deeper for something profound
In a moment when I have no hesitation
I can sense that something deeper is in motion
I am ready for a vestal visitation
To steady some of this inner commotion
I close my eyes
The better to see, the better to see, the better to see
I open my eyes
To see what I need, to see what I need, to see what I see
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
©2013 Andrew L. Jackson
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Sleeping in the backyard with unicorns
Well that’s something I am planning to do
Out there with my sleeping bag and a uniform
Searching for an obfuscated clue
Pieces of my dreams torn asunder
May be scattered out there in the dark
Underneath a moon that's all ethereal
Maybe meet my match and make my mark
Oh, I’ve been sleeping, mmm hmmm
Yeah I’ve been sleeping, ooh ooh
I’ve been sleeping in the backyard with unicorns
And that’s something I always wanted to do
Sleeping in the backyard with unicorns
Well that’s something I’m intending to do
Dreaming of a world that’s so much simpler
Happy just to be at home with you
Oh, I’ve been sleeping, mmm hmmm
Yeah I’ve been sleeping, ooh ooh
I’ve been sleeping in the backyard with unicorns
And that’s something I always wanted to do
Oh, I’ve been sleeping, mmm hmmm
Yeah I’ve been sleeping, ooh ooh
I’ve been sleeping in the backyard with unicorns
And that’s something I always wanted to do
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
©2013 Andrew L. Jackson
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Battles
03:59
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Battles
I can't say if we expected something different
'Cause at the time there were battles to be fought
It’s hard to say if things might have turned out different
If at the time we were less caught up in thought
Baby we fought our battles
Baby we bent the rules
Without the necessary resources
We did the best we could do
I can’t say if we have a clue where we’re headed
But we have a sense of something we need to do
It’s hard to say for sure if we’ve succeeded
It comes down to the definitions that you use
Baby we fought our battles
Baby we changed the rules
And I don’t care how history judges us
We done what we could do
There might have been some more that I had wished for
You lose some battles to win the war
We haven’t got out of the woods just yet, my friend
But I can see, I can see the distant shore
And all that one can do is all that one can do
You plan your work and you execute your plan
But no one can foresee unforeseen circumstances
You lay your strategy out and when you can, you play your hand
There might have been some more that I had wished for
You lose some battles to win the war
We haven't got out of the woods just yet, my friend
But I can see, I can see the distant shore
Words and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson
©2013 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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