Zruism: Zru Vogue 1980-84

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1.	Cumulonimbus 03:34	info	buy track
2.	Nakweda Dream 04:51	lyrics	buy track
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
3.	Do the Zru 04:01	lyrics	buy track
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
4.	The Dream Stops 03:14	lyrics	buy track
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
5.	Loubella Extendables 04:32	lyrics	buy track
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
6.	Pretty Girl 07:00	lyrics	buy track
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
7.	Exploring the Underworld 03:21	lyrics	buy track
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
8.	For the Time 05:11	lyrics	buy track
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
9.	Ubuhuha 06:11	info	buy track
10.	Big Fish Swing 04:12	lyrics	buy track
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
11.	Now! 06:10	lyrics	buy track
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
12.	Possibly Imagined 06:17	lyrics	buy track
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
13.	The Artist 04:26	lyrics	buy track
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

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The best of Zru Vogue, 1980 to 1984.

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released January 1, 1998

Zru Vogue is: Andrew Lawrence Jackson and Rick Cuevas. See individual tracks for additional credits.

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Zru Vogue San Francisco, California

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