Galerie Zru

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Galerie Zru is a virtual art experience, wherein each song is like an installation with its own internal logic, architecture, and biorhythm. Move aurally and conceptually from room to room and discover various and eccentric aspects of the Zru. Headphones are recommended!

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released October 1, 2010

Andrew L. Jackson: Vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, e-bow, synthesizers and keyboards, loops, manipulated field recordings and found sounds, sound sculpture, digital sampler, clarinet, beats
Rick Cuevas: Electric and acoustic guitars, e-bow guitars, electric piano, bass, keyboards, drum loops, vocals, computer voice and sample treatments

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Official website of ZRU VOGUE. // 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: Statues
Lyrics:


Find the faces of the statues in the hall
See them come to life and crawl
Down the stairway to the pool beside the gym
Slide in for a midnight swim

See the skeletons in closets by the door
Open your eyes and explore
Won’t you please invite them over for some tea
You know their hearts and minds are free

Mona Lisa weeps beneath a moonlit sky
Marcel Duchamp discovers why
Some say it’s because she has a hot behind
Her mustache has made her blind

As the rooster eyes the axe upon the wall
Ancient echoes distant call
Easter Island heads are rolling on the floor
Laughter rings forevermore

Wait for me
Look for me
Stay with me
Eternally

Wait for me
Look for me
See though me
Completely

Wait for me (overseeing)
Look for me (overhearing)
Stay with me (overlooking)
Eternally
--
Lyrics ©1983 Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: Elvis's Ghost
Lyrics:

Sick old gentlemen’s plastic raincoats,
Lined with the fur of the largest rabbit on earth.
Whose ears once spoke the benediction,
At Elizabeth the Second’s funereal pageant.

The smell of wet hats. permeates
The wax nostrils. of Elvis’s Ghost.

Our Celestial Virgin, wipes her nose,
On her long flowing white robe,
And spits on the pavement,
Where the sizzling saliva dances.

Familiar Broken Bottles,
Lay strewn, out of their heads.
The Monuments and Statues,
Ravaged by Gunfire,
In the Sweet Temple of Jesus’s Ever-flowing Blood,
Tangy and Fleshy.
Although a bit soggy in the mouth,
The rodents, drunk with fury, and religious intent,
Bend forks with their minds.

The smell of wet wafers, permeates the wax hat, of Elvis's Ghost

Apollo's weak lips spread nasty rumors, about evil, immortal dabbling in occult nonsense. Empty of human heads and hands.

The smell of wet hats. permeates the wax nostrils. of Elvis's Ghost.
--
Lyrics ©1983 Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: Looking For Something To Find
Lyrics:

You know the kind
They drive around in their car
And it doesn’t seem to matter how far
Or how long the road will wind
They’re just looking for something to find

You know the type
The grass is always greener there
And it doesn’t seem to matter where
They don’t want no ties that bind
They’re just looking for something to find

And they’ll know – what it is – when they see it
If it’s free – what it is! – then they need it

Down in the core
They always want something more
And it doesn’t seem to matter what for
It doesn’t even cross their mind
They’re just looking for something to find

You know the type
The grass is always greener there
And it doesn’t seem to matter where
They don’t want no ties that bind
They’re still looking for something to find

And they’ll know – what it is – when they see it
If it’s free – there it is! – then they need it

Then they need it – then they need it – then they need it
--
Lyrics ©2008 Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: The Clock Had Stopped
"The clock had stopped at yesterday."
Track Name: Trouble-Up
"Yeah! Yeah! Uh! Uh! Ah! Ah! Mm! Mmm! Yep! Yep!"
Track Name: Cosa Dici?
Lyrics:

Cuore di gomma, (heart of rubber)
Voglio morire (I want to die)
Ci sono delle mosche (there are flies...)
Nel mio tapetto (...in my throw-rug)
Siamo tutti formiche (we are all ants...)
Sulla viale delle balie (...on the avenue of the wet-nurses)
I pesci quadrati inutili (the unnecessary square fishes...)
Vogliano essere empii (...want to be unholy)
--
Lyrics ©1983 Rick Cuevas
Track Name: Things We Shouldn’t Do
Lyrics:

My friends, we are doing things
That we shouldn’t do
My friends, we are doing things
That we shouldn’t do
If we could go back to change things
Would we do?
If we could have another chance
What would we do?

Dear Diary, I’ve done things
A man shouldn’t do
But I can’t turn back
I have to see this through
--
Lyrics ©2010 Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: Ashes
Lyrics:

Seeming luster
Alabaster
Eno, Cluster
Faster, faster

Unabashed
Batting lashes
Ashes, ashes
All fall down

Melancholy
Feeling blue
Human folly
“How do you do?”

Lovely crashes
Sultry sashes
Ashes, ashes
All fall down
--
Lyrics ©2010 Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: Subliminalism
Lyrics:

Seek the sublime
the subliminal
minimal
ism

seek the sublime
the subliminal
minimal
ism

look under your pillow
to find the rare gift

take a figurative leap
in a waking sleep

go from something to nothing

seek the sublime
the subliminal
minimal
ism

--
Lyrics ©2010 Andrew L. Jackson
Track Name: Exit-stential
"The clock had stopped at yesterday.
Abandoned.
We don't want to scare anybody.
Back away from there, okay?
We don’t want to scare your children.
That’s the last thing we want to do.
We don’t want to scare anybody."