Zruism: Zru Vogue 1980​-​84

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The best of Zru Vogue, 1980 to 1984.

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released January 1, 1998

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Zru Vogue San Francisco, California

Avant-Pop, Art-Funk, Surrealist Indie Rock from the San Francisco Bay Area. Zru Vogue's first single "Nakweda Dream" (1981) is an early post-punk classic. Band members Andrew Lawrence Jackson, Rick Cuevas, and Patrick Coyne continue to create inspired new music for postmoderns. ... more

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Track Name: Nakweda Dream
Lyrics:

Alfred has a shiny car
And he likes to drive on the avenue
Alfred drives a motorcar
And the boulevard is a pleasant view

I’ll put it in the driveway
I’ll take it to the airport
I’ll pull it in the carport
I’ll put it in my pocket

Alfred has a shiny car
And he drives it out on the motorway
Alfred drives a motorcar
And it’s obvious this is heaven’s way

I’ll form a new religion
I’ll feed it to the pigeons
I’ll take it going shopping
I’ll put it in the carport

Alfred has a shiny car
And he drives it out on the avenue
Say, Alfred lives with Mary Jane
In a tiny cottage with an ocean view

I’ll do the job of mystics
I’ll study ‘pataphysics
I’ll take up elocution
I’ll find my own solutions

God is infinitely small
I am infinitely tall
I bought a new revolver
I keep it at my bedside
--
Lyrics ©1980 Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: Do the Zru
Lyrics:

Gathered in a small room
Fragmented torsos who must do
The shapeless dances of the blue
Head of illuminating Zru

The heedless torsos of the room
Three-pronged chants obscure the view
Sleep-learning Dadaists who do
Throng-gathered voodoo of the Zru
--
Lyrics ©1981 Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: The Dream Stops
Lyrics:

Here I am, midstream another dream
Could it be the dream’s the door
That another man was looking for?
Is he alive? (Is he alive?)
Can he be revived?

Talking at shadows
And weeping to the air
He looked at his watch
And it wasn’t there
He looks like someone’s looking at him like he’s scared
And the dream stops there

There I was, not just because
Could it be the dream’s the drawer
That I’d been filing pages for?
Am I alive? How much can I afford?

Talking at shadows
And weeping to the air
He looked at his watch
And it wasn’t there
He looks like someone’s looking at him like he’s scared
And the dream stops there

The dream stops there…
The dream stops.
--
Lyrics ©1982 Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: Loubella Extendables
Lyrics:

Loubella Extendables

You were not my idea of a perfect companion
And as I wandered through the spirit pools, abandoned
Infants are jumping on brown paper lining
The fish around the fish bone, the sea around the fish

As I gazed up from the porch to touch the maddening sky
Twelve distorted pygmies jumped to grasp God from my eye
Rotating flesh fingers fondled the fondue
Where angels’ sighs and rhinos’ cries disturbed the ancient wake

Loubella Extendables
--
Lyrics ©1981 Rick Cuevas and Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: Pretty Girl
Lyrics:

It’s on the top of my list
It’s almost seven years
I didn’t make it as a writer or a painter or a desk clerk or a cashier
I want to pick up my song where I dropped it
And return to the mystic art
I'm sweeping all the grudges under the carpet
'cause it's time now to make a new start

Coming back to be with you again
Going back to be with my old friend
Where I am is so lonely and cold
And the people that I used to know are getting so old

Going back to be with my sweet young thing
I’ll backtrack to loving everything
When I see you I’ll know what to sing

Here I come, here I come, here I come, here I come, here I come

Pretty girl

Coming back to be with you again
Going back to be with my old friend
Where I am is so lonely and cold
And the people that I used to know are getting so old

Going back to be with my sweet young thing
I’ll backtrack to loving everything
When I see you I’ll know what to sing

Here I come, here I come, here I come, here I come, here I come

Pretty girl
--
Lyrics ©1981 Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: Exploring the Underworld
Lyrics:

Uncautious voice, relentless hands
Travel across these sacred lands
The underworld expands around
Before my eyes, explore the sound
Inside your soul, locked in a trance
I look around, you start to dance

Beholding the beauty of our eternal compartment
Follow the finger of fate that froze where my heart went
Outside the window some seagulls crossed the horizon
Somewhere inside you the picture you set your eyes on

You come to me, inside my dream
Outside the door, a crimson stream
We take a swim, you take my hand
I feel your grip upon the sand

Would you believe that my eyes are just an extension
Of something deeper inside, my secret intention
O ye of little faith, hear my solemn suggestion
Wherever you turn, don’t fail to make the connection

Uncautious voice, relentless hands
Travel across these sacred lands
We know the game, others have fled
Romantic lines go to our heads

The chain complete, something to see
The tourist trap you set for me.
--
Lyrics ©1982 Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: For the Time
Lyrics:

Here I am with my head in the clouds and I’m feeling fine
I walk in the sun, I’m getting lost in the crowd but I’m feeling just fine
For the time

You’re telling me things and you avert your eyes, but I’m feeling just fine
I don’t worry about words, I don’t suffer from lies, and I’m wondering why

‘Cause all I want is a point of view and some peace of mind
All I want is a point of view and some peace of mind
For the time
--
Lyrics ©1982 Rick Cuevas
Track Name: Big Fish Swing
Lyrics:

Alfred Jarry opens the door
All the kids jump out on the floor
Goes into a Callaway dance
Knocks the doctor out of his trance
Ubu claims that he is the king
Disembraining with his machine

Doctor Faustroll, Bosse-de-Nage
Cruise through time in camouflage
Tristan Tzara’s up on the stage
Huelsenbeck goes into a rage
Negro rhythms beat on the drum
Dog-faced baboon “ha-ha” hum

Let’s all do the Big Fish Swing
All we do is Big Fish Swing
Big Fish Swing, the Big Fish Swing
We all do the Big Fish Swing
--
Lyrics ©1982 Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: Now!
Lyrics:

Dissolving in the shadows of the darkest of the trees
A woman is submitting as he's brought her to her knees
The other-worldly elements have this day come to life
Men with the heads of animals are beating on the wife

Now... Now...

Expressing the emotions of the darkest of desires
A poet is reciting from the window of the spires
A nude entwined in deadly vines is dangling in the trees
Seemingly unnoticed as the time begins to freeze

Now... Now... Right now! Now!

Immobile black inventions of a thousand years ago
The natives restless run amok the tainted bungalow
A winged fish invites the ogres in the sordid cage
Where infants sporting haloes offer egos on parade

Now... Right now... Sing it now... Now!

The eyelids spread around the head extend the afterlife
Where bodies dance a mindless trance induced by Caesar's wife
The spectral being of Breton's ghost is halfway through the door
As elsewhere several serving maids fall laughing to the floor

A body blue inanimate insensitive to sound
Falls through the trees with languid ease and crawls across the ground
A lion-headed demon cries a single salty tear
Into the pool where demons drool, immobilized in fear

Now! Now! Look a little closer, now - to see the inside, now!

Now!
--
Lyrics by Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: Possibly Imagined
Lyrics:

I’m walking into a garden
And all around me I see incredible shapes
It’s an illusion, I’m almost certain
There can’t be substance to these unusual shapes

I’m looking into a mirror
Into the eyes who have always looked back at me
But not this time, there’s something different
The eyes are gazing through blue eternity

Grand illusion, ever after
Greatest secret ever known
Painted faces, sultry laughter
Quiet voices softly moan
Aaaaaaah, aaaaaaahhh…

There’s a collection of things I’ve gathered
I’m going to put them all into one big room
There’s a connection, works I’ve assembled
I’ve been collating all into one big book

So many angels, they dance around me
I’m walking into a room, I know I’ve been here before
There is an angel, she’s in my doorway
She’s at my bedside, we sit alone on the floor
--
Lyrics ©1983 Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: The Artist
Lyrics:

Feeling like a percolator
Up and down the escalator
Pick out a new nomenclature
Pop it in the incubator
Watch the faces change inside
Like Jekyll into Mr. Hyde
Never turn and look away
There's always something else to say

Soon the tide will turn again
The artist will return and then
As history will repeat itself
He'll pull the paintings from his shelf
He'll dust them off and clean them up
He'll drop the cards and raise the cup
He's going back to work today
Like some go back to church to pray

The easel is in front of him
He's working on another whim
He pulls his brushes from the drawer
And picks the paints up off the floor
A pattern there will soon emerge
He knows that he is on the verge
Of coming back into his own
To find that he was not alone

Don't know where he's going
Don't know where he's been
Artist was on holiday
He's back at work again
Don't know where he's going
Don't know where he's been
Artist was on holiday
He's back at work again
He's back at work again
He's back at work again
He's back at work again

The object is an epitaph
He isolates and photographs
A shadow falls where light is cast
A view into the object's past
Now there exists within the plane
Two objects more or less the same
He listens to the laws of chance
Invokes a self-hypnotic trance
Hypnotic trance, hypnotic trance...

Don't know where he's going
Don't know where he's been
Artist was on holiday
He's back at work again

Don't know where he's going
Don't know where he's been
Artist was on holiday
He's back at work again