RE:MISSION by Andy Jackson We’ve got a world to save, it won’t save itself It’s mission time, put down the wine The only cause worth fighting for Nature calls we can’t ignore The ceilings glass but so’s the floor Stop conserving superstitions Evolution in remission, switch position Mind expanding new decisions Hope can soon be in remission, it will be okay But I’m not promising anything Economic crisis looming from tiktok booming We stopped consuming Constant resourcing from dwindling sources Held together with glue from horses Stop conserving superstitions Evolution in remission, quick petition Mind expanding fresh decisions Gia could soon be in remission, she will be okay But for us, it’s too soon to tell We can choose between help or oh well The garden of Eden or the gates of Hell The myth is we’re powerless and under their spell But truth be told, we are bold, out of our shell Stop preserving superstitions Evolution in remission, no commission Mind expansive clear decisions Love could well be in remission, new nutrition Stop in-sighting inquisitions Growth through learning, is our mission, best position Mind expanding not demanding Get your hand in, reply mission, oh yes we're in

CATCH A CLUE by Andy Jackson You never really see what you think you see, It’s decoded chaos through brain chemistry, Then reprocessed through your memory Baring no resemblance to reality But the clocked stopped and time said meh It’s like the laws of nature in our rules don’t share So you climbed to the top for the world to see Then you got all smashed up by some gravity Tight rope tied but the gaps too wide As you’re falling from grace on the rapid side Course on the horse of catastrophe Tumble on a comedown from pure ecstasy Who, who, who do you think ya fooling? Snooze you lose, the screws, aren’t patrolling for you Get a grip, get a smarter, catch a clue The blues and twos, aren’t looking out for you Get a grip, a non starter, catch a clue The truths elude, the ever scrolling news Get to grips, take a moment, catch a clue It’s up to you, exactly what you choose Have a think, lightbulb moment, catch a clue You didn’t hear what you though you heard Considered for a second it’s clearly absurd Caribbean pirate got the poop deck bird Fresh prince showed that paper beat rock Previous iterations were performed in frocks Or placed in stocks and then pelted Condemned quicker than the ice cream melted Chin up sport it’s all a shifting Multiverses all coexisting Nothing short of everything missing Who, who, who do you think your’e fooling? Snooze you lose, the screws, aren’t patrolling for you Get a grip, get a smarter, catch a clue The blues and twos, aren’t looking out for you Get a grip, a non starter, catch a clue The truths elude, the ever scrolling news Get to grips, take a moment, catch a clue It’s up to you, exactly what you choose Have a think, lightbulb moment, catch a clue Every corner taken straight Problems problem in a state Snooze you lose, the screws, aren’t patrolling for you Get a grip, get a smarter, catch a clue The blues and twos, aren’t looking out for you Get a grip, a non starter, catch a clue The truths elude, the ever scrolling news Get to grips, take a moment, catch a clue It’s up to you, exactly what you choose Have a think, lightbulb moment, catch a clue Excuse, then cruise, views are all eschewed Get the pip, seed the planter, catch a clue Confused, bemused, become your own guru Get the trip, get enlightened, catch a clue The clues, you choose, who with you say ‘I do’ Something old, something borrowed, something blue Defuse, the ruse, that’s been pulling over you Get a grip, take your moment, catch a clue

BARDS FOR HIRE by Andy Jackson Words for the ages Plastered on pages in books no one reads Tales of wonder Why aren’t they considering remaking these? Let’s go, we’re bards for hire Give us coin and we’ll give you fire Early birds bought down the wire Singing all that you desire Let’s go, we’re bards for hire A little coin’s all we require We’ve hooks for days, are you the buyer? Any requests, just please enquire Culture scared to grow Embrace about face and let the future show Be the boss you want to work for And be the bosses ideal workforce Let’s go, we’re bards for hire Give us coin and we’ll give you fire Early birds bought down the wire Singing all that you desire Let’s go, we’re bards for hire A little coin’s all we require We’ve hooks for days, are you the buyer? Any requests, just please enquire As B for H we’re here to help you Perspective shift to make it see through Let’s go, we’re bards for hire Give us coin and we’ll give you fire Early birds bought down the wire Singing all that you desire Let’s go, we’re bards for hire A little coin’s all we require We’ve hooks for days, are you the buyer? Any requests, just please enquire Do do do do do do La la la la la la Let’s go, we’re bards for hire Give us coin and we’ll give you fire Early birds bought down the wire Singing all that you desire Let’s go, we’re bards for hire A little coin’s all we require We’ve hooks for days, are you the buyer? Any requests, just please enquire

ISLE OF AVALON by Andy Jackson Sunrise up the Tor Witnessed by the holy thorn Touched by the forevermore As a new day is reborn Spiritual to the core Ravaged by the holy war Cursed to the forevermore Riches given to the poor Arthur get the next round in Tables turned around again Jesus placed his grail here In the fairy caves of Annwn Glastonbury Abbey monks Tell tales of time since gone From the isle of Avalon Sunset up the Tor Colours prisming galore Being forevermore Riches for the poor Religion slapped by Henry Disbanding monasteries Still forevermore Secrets kept in store Arthur get the next round in Tables turning for the king Jesus left the grail here In the fairy caves of Annwn The Glastonbury Abbey monks Sing histories through song In the isle of Avalon Oooooooo Arthur got the last round in Tables turned to bury him The holy grail might be down In the fairy caves of Annwn Chalice well water irons Pineal gland grows strong On the Isle of Avalon The isle of Avalon

WHATEVER YOU SAY IT IS, IT ISN’T by Andy Jackson Ambiguity Certainly can be A thoughtful way to see Daily activity Does this reality Exist in certainty Or as mentioned previously It’s the ambiguity I heard you loud and clear I trust you are sincere But you’re wrong wrong wrong Both are working ears But crocodile tears Say you’re wrong wrong wrong The chickens yet to hatch Ambiguity Priming to an E Twist linguistically Persuasive yes it’s true But no one has a clue We’re all wrong wrong wrong What we say it is What we think it is We’re all wrong wrong wrong Backing the best guess While minimising stress likely wrong wrong wrong What we said it was Is useless just because It’s all wrong wrong wrong

PATIENT MYSTERY by Nick & Andy Jackson Patient, patiently unravelling the mystery Rabbit with a headlight history A borderline catastrophe Tension, tense and there to be Fixated on intensively Expert, with the expertise Handled so professionally Yet it’s back to basics when you reach the end No one believes the great pretend Embrace the life if you’re gonna change Smile with every step that you are going to take Hold on to the mystery Let go of the misery Pick yourself up and try again, again, again Grace, graciously left waiting Disappointment understating Ration out the passion, Change is back in fashion Always keep playing, never cash in Still back to basics when you reach the end Don’t give in to the great pretend Embrace the life if you’re gonna change Smile with every step that you are going to take Hold on to the mystery Let go of the misery Pick yourself up and try again, again, again Surely not Sherlock What You think Watson I don’t think that we can solve this one Embrace the life if you’re gonna change Smile with every step that you are going to take Hold on to the mystery Let go of the misery Pick yourself up and try again, again, again

STOP SAYING 1984 TO MAKE A POINT by Andy Jackson Fog head rusty cog in the wrong shed Tucking in might’ve been what was not said Patience waits while dirty plates Pile up in a Jenga state Fog head get along with the old bread Sucked in to a scene where we’re all probably dead Patient zero down the line Paying off the unfair fine Orwell won’t end well The spit roasted pig smell Is making us winston Orwell won’t end well The bean counting system Is making us Winston Smithing it Fog head on the clocked out conveyor belt Plugged in could’ve been how we all melt Patiently in line to see The powers systemoscapy Fog head in the overload off the road Wired up any moment now it will explode Patient not on a ward Gutters all we can afford Orwell won’t end well We can’t all live in hell We are not winston Orwell won’t end well We’ve stories to tell We will not winston It’s not 1984, Black Mirror a little more You missed what the stories for It’s not an animal farm, stay still and remain calm The future’s in your palms By George it’s a miracle Stop being so cynical Orwell will end well Cooperative world spell No need to winston

HERE’S TOM WITH THE WEATHER by Andy Jackson The Beatles were so high they let Ringo sing The LA riots happened because Rodney King Got beaten senseless by some corrupt cops George Floyd proves this cycle never stops The revenues so high they let the slime breed If you have a message then you won’t succeed And Hicks was armed with smoking shotguns Angels like that never give out refunds Hey Bill, you were right Turning on the vermin every single night Add a punchline so they maybe listen Open conversation is servilely missing Yes Bill, it’s still true Disassociation, no one’s got a clue What you reading for? Do you think you’re clever Life is just a ride, now here’s Tom with the weather Hendrix was so high he was splitting mountains Overdosed toast from the youthful fountains Like U.F.O’s over backwards towns Show independent thought and they will hunt you down Hey Dave, let a man speak His message was important, just intensely bleak Rational thinking is a skill worth sharing Asking questions isn’t being daring Hey Bill, we miss you Smoking up a teacup where the storm will brew What you fighting for? Why the soul endeavour? Life is but a dream, now here’s Tom with the weather How about a positive drug story on the news, Last night, a young man on acid realised That all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively There is no such thing as death Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves, Here’s Tom with the weather Hey Bill, you were right Turning on the vermin every single night Add a punchline so they maybe listen Open conversation is servilely missing Yes Bill, it’s still true Disassociation, no one’s got a clue What you reading for? Do you think you’re clever Life is just a ride, now here’s Tom with the weather Hey Dave, let a man speak His message was important, just intensely bleak Rational thinking is a skill worth sharing Asking questions isn’t being daring Hey Bill, we miss you Smoking up a teacup where the storm will brew What you fighting for? Why the soul endeavour? Life is but a dream, now here’s Tom with the weather

HURRICANE CAME by Andy Jackson Storms brewing Warning signs all there Best prepare New ways of overthinking Till hurricane came and blew my thought train away Old plays forever sinking The hurricane came and blew my thought train off the tracks and far away The wind in my hair has changed Everything’s never always the same Should never have looked away Missed the unfolding today What if the questions the answer? Are we just a natural disaster? Barely an idea is formed Outcries of hatred and scorn New day for overthinking Till hurricane came and blew my thought train Off the tracks and far away All primed to say But hurricane came and blew my thought train off the tracks and far away Wind has changed again Never always slightly the same Plans were made but lost in the fray Intrepidly we all take the blame Part of the game, shots without aim Willing and tame, never always the same New ways of proper thinking Till hurricane came and blew my thought train off the tracks and far away Numb to nearly peeking The hurricane came and blew my thought train off the tracks and far away

MONEY PWEASE by Andy Jackson Crystal sound therapy Balance your energy Honey from vegan bees money pwease Faith healing frequencies All Instruction’s in Chinese Feel the squeeze it’s money pwease All just marks left in the dark Secrets to regain that spark Easy hustle easy prey Every weasel gets it’s day Artists of the slightest hand Forced to con to feed the band Answers in the tea leaves We’ll cure all your disease Medieval striptease money pwease Snake oil chemistry Realigning your chi Subscription fees Money pwease True spirituality is hard to see The smoke screen deception Placed for our protection Makes us all face the wrong direction Early inception no bone of contention Sacred sites on lock and key All forbidden entry The falcon is Maltese Money pwease Breakdown of community Distance and apathy Sell the sleaze Money pwease, money pwease Money pwease, money pwease Karma claims to pull the chains Bindings shame to halt our change Free yourself of all desire Being now while reaching higher True connectivity Won’t have a hidden fee It’s living free of money pwease Money pwease Hat’s off on bended knee My final plea Give me some money pwease Money pwease, money pwease Money pwease

QUILT by Andy Jackson Snug as a sausage all bacony wrapped Born to a silence that’s broken when slapped Free to be anything the system assigns Treading the eggshells in a field full of mines Wishing right now I was bedding with you Where reckless abandon has autonomy Lunatic owners play the economy Punishments don’t equate to the crimes Acquitting the tyrants with nonsense headlines Wishing right now I was bedding with you But lucky for us the division of time Means a third of our lives is in the intertwine Dreaming of futures we’ve possibly built Tapestried into our infinity quilt Wishing right now I was bedding with you 2am wake with an earlobe to chew Wishing right now

CLOSED TO THE PUBLIC by Andy Jackson If the sign says no entry And it has for a century It’s reserved for the few The elite that have plenty Landlords bequeathed Generational greed Grinding the peasants To make the stones bleed Sorry sir, this way is restricted Freedom so clearly being contradicted The bell chimes for old bloodlines Entry denied, just as predicted Secrets to hide, knowledge constricted Hidden crimes, on all timelines Refugees forced to flee Seeking asylum in other countries Displacement a statement Human nature pleas Sorry dear, this way is restricted Actions so clearly being contradicted Power climb’s from old bloodlines Entry denied, to be expected Apply all you want, it will still be rejected Shoes to shine, an axe to grind In the museum wings All the forbidden things Reinterpret our history To be lord of the rings But Salron won this time, quite unexpected All Middle Earth hope was clearly defective Precious liers avoid the fires Mountains of doom privilege protected Mickey got the ring and now we’re all infected The deepest fake, there is no cake to take Private land, private function Public banned by the truncheon