Lyrics: I’m sitting by my blue wall I’m laying on my pillows I’m saying what comes in my mind And wearing a kimono You’re out there on the city streets You’re several flights above me now You're talking with the derelicts You're on to me I don’t know how But I can give you credit For being something special There’s something special on my mind And you know what it is I’m sitting by my blue wall I’m laying on my pillows I’m saying what comes in my mind And wearing a kimono You’re out there on the city streets An airplane flies above your head I’m playing with the hands of time And thinking ‘bout the things you said (I’m thinking about the things you said) And I can give you credit For being something special There’s something special on my mind And you know what it is There’s something special on my mind And you know what it is You know what it is -- Lyrics ©1978 Andrew L. Jackson

Lyrics: Another night of crazy dreams Re-enacting a past that never happened Here I am wearing pajamas One absurd creature in a cellophane drama Sinking feelings of creature comforts On paper horses, we freak the night fantastic Oblivion, making a soundtrack To take to work in this cellophane dream My life is an absurd recreation Time, life, in an imaginary world Shelf life, as I contemplate my fate I wanna stay fresh past my expiration date I’m faking it again, I mean, why stop now? I take another picture to layer the cake Licking the frosting, it’s a taste sensation An urbane drama with no second takes My cellophane drama is a puppet show on ice In my cellophane drama, I never think twice I’m acting out my sentence in a never-ending comma In my blue period, it’s only a phrase My life is an absurd recreation Time, life, in an imaginary world Shelf life, as I contemplate my fate I wanna stay fresh past my expiration date Peak time! Flex time! All time! All mine! -- Lyrics ©2010 Andrew L. Jackson

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 But I can’t seem to find that spot So look out Judy, put on your sunglasses ‘Cause here I come, ready or not 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

Lyrics: I'm thinking ‘bout white-out I'm thinking ‘bout Lipo I’m thinking ‘bout backspacing My future typos I’m thinking ‘bout breakdown I’m cutting in sections I’m feeling the need for Some error correction I’m in through the Out door I’m lurking with winos I’m deep in the jungle Cavorting with rhinos And, and, so I contemplate white-out Injection with hypos I’m bankrupt of everything Except future typos I contemplate white-out Injection with hypos I’m bankrupt of everything Except future typos I'm thinking ‘bout white-out I'm thinking ‘bout Lipo I’m thinking ‘bout backspacing My future typos -- Lyrics ©2010 Andrew Lawrence Jackson

Lyrics: I feel like a strange collector Of blank masks with idiot eyes I’m on an icy river And I don’t know where I’m going But I feel the lonely water Moving around the world I’m moving with the water I try to find the words I let the water take me Where I need to go It’s all I need to think about It’s all I need to know I move around, move around I move around There is an icy vision I feel the eyes on me The celestial virgin Is making faces at me It doesn’t really matter I’m in the underworld There is a perfect circle Into which I’ve been hurled So I let the water take me Where I need to go It’s all I need to think about It’s all I need to know I move around, move around I move around (It’s all the same where we’re going; it’s all the same) Move with the water -- Lyrics by Andrew Lawrence Jackson

Lyrics: Tran – scen – dent She is transcendent But she takes it too far She’s burning incense With the door ajar Flicker of candles And flies in a jar Drifting in channels Of a spirited car You try to leave her But she catches you up She knows your secrets You don’t want her to stop Laughter it echoes You can’t get enough Going in circles Till you get to the top In her Lady’s Chamber She changes her hue Enveloped in amber Tinted aqua-blue The girls want to be her And the men want her too She’s out of reach But we’re enjoying the view Tran – scen – dent -- Lyrics ©2010 Andrew L. Jackson

Lyrics: She black face, she back in the kitchen Break down the door, no one around Knock at the window, don’t make a difference She drop dead, she don’t make a sound She am a wigwam woman She going crazy, fall out of the bed Down in the basement playing with matches She’s in the dark with a needle and thread She like to go out shopping She like to peel her skin She gonna break down sobbing She look so frail and thin She got a mouth on fire moving at half speed She am a wigwam woman and she know what I need She got a nightmare vision sleeping in her throat She got her heart in a pocket of her dead animal coat She take a bath in the morning Feel like a fish in the sea She comin’ up from underwater She making faces at me She am a wigwam woman She going crazy, fall out of the bed Down in the basement playing with matches She’s in the dark with a needle and thread -- Lyrics ©1983 Andrew L. Jackson

Consenting adults can do what they want Consenting adults can have their fun Consenting adults can make love To one another whenever they want Happy this, happy that Loving this, loving that Free to be who they want Happy this, happy that Loving this, loving that Free to do what they want Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo Do what you want Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo Do what you want Consenting adults can do what they want Consenting adults can have their fun Consenting adults can make love To one another whenever they want Happy this, happy that Loving this, loving that Free to be who they want Happy this, happy that Loving this, loving that Free to do what they want Do what you want Do what you want So do what you want -- Lyrics ©2010 Andrew L. Jackson

The picture keeps on going. It never leaves the screen. I’m in and out of sequence, and I’m floating in-between. I look out of the window. I see the world gone mad. I take another picture and I paste it to the pad. I look up an acquaintance. A thousand years ago, we lived among the tundra in a tiny bungalow. A life of grey illusion. A life that’s crystal clear. A hundred lives between us, neither there or are we here. I sense a subtle movement, a stirring in the past. I watch the circles circle endlessly inside the glass. A passport through the limelight, into a world unknown. Like ice into the mirror melts into the ether zone. I walked a million pastures. I died a thousand deaths. I walked a hundred highways and I breathed the hidden breaths. I shape this glass impression against a waterfall. I felt the deaths infinite through the long enchanted hall. I’m in the pocket of a doctor on a holiday cruise, and I would tell you all about it but it’s yesterday’s news. She be a rhinocratic woman in a red leather dress. She talking backwards in the dark where she come to confess. The priest is looking out the window where he’s shaking his head, because he thought he’d heard it all, he can’t believe what she said. I’m in the pocket of a doctor on a holiday cruise, and I would tell you all about it but it’s yesterday’s news. I – said – the - picture keeps on going. It never leaves the screen. I’m in and out of sequence, and I’m floating in-between. I look out of the window. I see the world gone mad. I take another picture and I paste it to the pad. I look up an acquaintance. A thousand years ago, we lived among the tundra in a tiny bungalow. A life of grey illusion. A life that’s crystal clear. A hundred lives between us, neither there or are we here. I shape this glass impression against a waterfall. I felt the deaths infinite through the long enchanted hall. A passport through the limelight, into a world unknown. Like ice into the mirror melts into the ether zone. The picture keeps on going. It never leaves the screen. I’m in and out of sequence, and I float in-between.