Am I getting through? Are you receiving the messages I’m sending to you? Am I getting through? Are you receiving the messages I’m sending to you? Is this a temporary or permanent condition? Brought on by entropy or subconscious wishes? Well, let me know... okay? Lost in my world With no references Lost in my world What came before? Lost in my world With no acquaintances Where did they go? Lost in my world Orphan impossible Lost in my world Out on my own Lost in my world With no acquaintances What do they know? Nothing to point the way No place in which to stay Fell through an empty space Into an unknown place But someone might be Looking for me Someone might be Searching for me Nothing to point the way No place in which to stay Fell through an empty space Into an unknown place But someone might be Looking for me Someone might be Searching for me I fell through the void Into another land I stepped through a door Woke up a different man And now the ocean floor Has a deep purple glow I found another world Deep in the flow Lost in my world With no references Lost in my world Nothing to show Lost in my world With no experience What do I know? Lost in my world Outcome inevitable Lost in my world Or so I’m told Lost in my world With no experience Not much to show Nothing to point the way No place in which to stay Fell through an empty space Into an unknown place But someone might be Looking for me Someone might be Searching for me Nothing to point the way No place in which to stay Fell through an empty space Into an unknown place Someone might be Waiting for me Someone might be Waiting for me Lost in this world With no connections Lost in this world With no possessions Lost in this world With no apologies Lost in this world With no astrology Someone, somewhere Might be looking for me Someone, somewhere Might be looking for me Someone, somewhere Might be looking for me Someone, somewhere Might be looking for me But still, someone, somewhere Might be looking — for me But still, someone, somewhere Might be waiting — for me -- Lyrics by Andrew L. Jackson Music by Andrew L. Jackson and Rick Cuevas

One of you stays at the gate And watches you walk away One of you plays the part And the other one stays away One of you dreams the dream And the other you can’t complain One of you delivers the lines As the other looks on in vain One of you — How many of you are there? Which of you — Gives a faithful star their fair share? I am he and you are not Neither the collective “we” Don’t forget the parking lot Where we set our words free Dreaming is necessary To the lucid dreamer Feeling is unnecessary If you’re a believer Repetition sets the pattern For us to retrieve her Repetition sets the tone For the lucid dreamer One of you — How many of you are there? Which of you — Gives a faithful star their fair share? One of you — How many of you are there? Which of you — Gives a faithful star their fair share? Wishing you a peaceful sleep Hope you don’t wake up screaming Wishing you a peaceful sleep Hope you don’t wake up screaming -- Lyrics and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson

The voodoo priestess Has something to get off her chest The view is priceless But you are so deep in debt Conjure spirits for the attack Shake her body inside her shack Laugh at you behind your back Incantations — pick up the slack And it won’t go well Once you’re under her spell It won’t go well Once you’re under her spell It won’t go well Once you’re under her spell It won’t go well Once you’re under her spell When you’re out of line She will set you straight When you’re out of time She won’t be late What she plants in your mind You won’t think straight No use sitting and crying She has sealed your fate And the voodoo priestess Has something to get off her chest The voodoo priestess Has something to get off her chest The view is priceless But you are so deep in debt Conjure spirits for the attack Shake her body inside her shack Laugh at you behind your back Incantations — pick up the slack It won’t go well Once you’re under her spell It won’t go well Once you’re under her spell It won’t go well Once you’re under her spell It won’t go well Once you’re under her spell When you’re out of line She will set you straight When you’re out of time She won’t be late What she plants in your mind You won’t think straight No use sitting and crying She has sealed your fate And the voodoo priestess Has something to get off her chest -- Lyrics by Andrew Lawrence Jackson Music by Rick Cuevas and Andrew L. Jackson

Zero is my number Nothing you can count on Zero on my uniform Nothing doing, that’s my game Zero self-knowledge To help make some sense Nothing will help me To cut through pretense Empty of intention Open to suggestion Open to interpretation Closed for renovation Zeroes in my account Nothing to joke about I’m unaccountable Nothing to worry about Zero is my number Nothing you can count on Zero on my uniform Nothing doing, that’s my game Zero self-knowledge To help make some sense Nothing will help me To cut through pretense Empty of intention Open to suggestion Open to interpretation Closed for renovation Zeroes in my account Nothing to joke about I’m unaccountable Nothing to worry about -- Lyrics and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson

Baby baby I’ll float this past you See if you’re buying I put my brain on hold Just for the morning Selective thinking My big ideas They’re astronomical (Mm hmmm) Full of empty meaning It’s almost comical Rock and a hard place That’s where I find myself I’ll float this past you I still miss you since you’re gone And where do we go from here? I don’t know When will we disappear? I don’t know How can I make this clear? I don’t know Getting there’s the hardest part! Baby baby Love is a time bomb Of hidden meaning Must be indicative Of something, so Say it like you mean it ‘Cause my big ideas They’re astronomical (Mm hmm) And I can’t imagine Anything logical Oh no Rock and a hard place That’s where I find myself I’ll float this past you I still miss you since you’re gone And where do we go from here? I don’t know When will we disappear? I don’t know How can I make this clear? I don’t know Getting there’s the hardest part! -- Lyrics and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson

You can’t tell me What I already know Can’t take from me What I already own You don’t believe What I tell you is true We’re so lucky That every day is new I’m not afraid Or maybe I am But I’m not gonna show it I’m not alone Or maybe I am But I will never know it You don’t show me What you hide inside I can’t make you do What you don’t want Got my style I’ve had it for a while I’m not some mindless fucking dilettante
 I’m not afraid Or maybe I am But I’m not gonna show it I’m not alone Or maybe I am But I will never know it Another day on the train Another day in the rain (but the rainbow watches us) Another text from a friend (and the rainbow watches us) He’ll be with me ‘till the end (and the shadows follow us) (aaaahh — aaaahhhh) I’m not afraid Or maybe I am But I’m not gonna show it I’m not alone Or maybe I am But I will never know it Another day on the train Another day in the rain (but the rainbow watches us) Another text from a friend (and the rainbow watches us) He’ll be with me ‘till the end (and the shadows follow us) (aaaahh — aaaahhhh) -- Lyrics and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson

Having the time of my life Making it up as I go Shaking the tree To see where it leads Hitting it right on the nose A kind of revelation Kind of a confession Gonna be a celebration So make it a profession What am I talking about? Making it up as I go Thinking it through Is not what I do Okay with that I suppose A happy kind of feeling To set your mind reeling Bottle your frustration Too much anticipation But I’m having the time of my life… Having the time of my life Making it up as I go Shaking the tree To see where it leads Hitting it right on the nose A kind of revelation Kind of a confession There's gonna be a celebration So make it a profession What am I talking about? Making it up as I go Thinking it through Is not what I do Okay with that I suppose A happy kind of feeling To set your mind reeling Bottle your frustration Too much anticipation But I’m having the time of my life -- Lyrics and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson

People are so often wrong Much more often than when they’re right Tried to put it in a song Had to write it in just one night People are often off the mark Haven’t a clue about what’s real Too often they just lack the spark To separate what’s true from how they feel What is real? I guess that you might ask What is real? Well I might just know the answer What is real? I’m not taking you to task What is real?
 You can’t explain it Don’t worry, I have nothing to prove And after all, it only hurts when I move I have no manifesto to bore you to tears Just 3-minute songs that seem to go on for years People are so often wrong Much more often than when they’re right Had to put it in a song To get them out of mind and out of sight What is real? I guess that you might ask What is real? Well I might just know the answer What is real? I’m not taking you to task What is real?
 You can’t explain it -- Lyrics and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson

Going home To a place I’ve never been On my own In a place I’ve never been There’s a stone That I hold I keep within Truth be told There is no Way I can win This illusion of A life that’s real Deconstructed by The way you feel Illusion of A life that’s real Deconstructed by The way you feel Going home Is another way To disappear Going home To a new place You reappear Going home To a place I’ve never been On my own In a place I’ve never been There’s a stone That is cold I keep within Truth be told There is no Way I can win This illusion of A life that’s real Deconstructed by The way you feel Illusion of A life that’s real Deconstructed by The way you feel Going home Is another way To disappear Going home To another place You reappear Going home Is another way To disappear Going home To another place You reappear -- Lyrics and music by Andrew Lawrence Jackson