The Cages Are Keeping Us In

by Andrew Jude

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Andrew Jude's debut album "The Cages are Keeping us In" was released October 2010. The cd has a fun and upbeat tempo that's a breath of fresh air.

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Morning Star Studios by Glenn Barratt
CD Design Work- Samantha J. Bednarek
Alicia Jurkiewiz- violin/vocals
Alexandra Wagner- keys/vocals
Anthony Boxer- bass
Kevin Hanson- lead guitar (Sunday Night Butterfles, Starter Jacket and Soup)
All songs written by Andrew Jude

© Andrew Jude 2010

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released October 1, 2010

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Track Name: I Was Invited to the Birthday Party
I was invited to the birthday party.
I was invited to the birthday ball.
I was invited to the birthday party.
I was invited to the birthday ball.
Oh, oh, oh, myself alive.
I was invited to the birthday party.
I was invited to the birthday ball.
I was invited to the birthday party.
I was invited to the birthday ball.
Oh, oh, oh, myself alive. I’m inside. Oh, oh.
Rocks are skipping all over the place.
Showers running, words escape.
Did you in fact hear the news?
This birthday party was thrown for you.
Oh, oh, oh, myself alive. I’m inside. Oh, oh.
Circle of buses, the trains are wooing.
Visions of people screwing.
Did you in fact hear the news?
This birthday party was thrown for you.
Oh, oh, oh, myself alive. I’m inside. Oh, oh.
I was invited to the birthday party.
I was invited to the birthday ball.
I was invited to the birthday party.
I was invited to the birthday ball.
Track Name: Soup
Whisper, whisper down each lane.
Everybody’s but to blame.
I don’t know where to go.
I don’t know where to go.
Its unpredictable, the cages are keeping us in.
A self-sufficient ingredient left with dread.
I’m a pot stirrer.
Until the wave hits your shore.
Its kind of you on being friends today.
Tomorrow sorrows on its way down. Down.
Chirping, chirping the chicklets are weak,
for me and Irwin have taste the seeds.
I don’t know where to go. Go.
I’m a pot stirrer.
Until the wave hits your shore.
Track Name: You, Me & the Brooklyn Bridge
A flustered little sparrow whistling in the air.
Fields of sunflowers streaming at the fair.
A wounded clown crawls to its cave.
For his imagination, he slept for days.
The embarrassment in love, a mumble in time.
A hollow heart fully enshrined.
An eight ball arising, echoes through the trees.
Books upon books, in paths through my feet.
I’m gonna let it shine.
Your cute little strut,
I’m warm between your thighs,
Let’s dream a dream and close
your freckled eyes.
Holding hands the electric through your walls,
the hope you bring for eternity and all.
A stepping stone we meet in love.
I’m gonna let it shine.
It’s you, me & the Brooklyn Bridge.
I found a friend. I found my friend.
Track Name: Ears Are Blind
Born into society, we’re a thought we live.
In reaction and impressions,
we’re taught to conceive.
Guilty by association environment in place,
a maze of lemons discovering disgrace.
Observing a race a color of choice,
a speech of blindness, mistakenly voiced.
A right to rule others Hitler and his regime,
a heroic image with artistic blame.
Galloping, fiery in flames a doctrine
of differences for a superior gain.
A population so united but so far away,
tribes upon tribes, forming an ethic domain.
Isolation within, taste my wine, put our
religious convictions aside and aside.
Track Name: Be Nice
What you see is what you get.
Read a book and go to bed.
Everybody be nice to each other,
You never know when you’ll go.
You never know when you’ll go. Go.
Everybody be nice to their elders.
Everybody be nice to their kids.
Most importantly be nice to yourself.
You never know when you’ll go.
You never know when you’ll go.
Track Name: Sunday Night Butterflies
It’s early morning rising sun,
a cup of coffee the day has begun.
Waking up to birds chirping morning
dew beneath my shoes.
This day’s progressing so are my nerves,
the light is dimming in between my limbs.
As the sky turns red and purple
colorful and blue, it’s true.
Sunday night butterflies creeping in my insides,
my nerves are running high.
The weekend is replaced with reality, as the week approaches with eternity.
These thoughts are draining my head,
all I want is the week to be left unsaid.
The air is silent as tonight I’m faced,
faced with my butterflies to be released.
Sunday night butterflies creeping in my insides,
my nerves are running high tonight.
Track Name: The Children's Jig
Commencement of change,
the dialogues between.
A child of cover with the same routine.
“What do you want to be?,” the old wise speak.
I don’t care it don’t matter to me.
The fight the focus, the focus of fight.
A child’s mind is hanging from a string.
Anticipation, castles and sand.
Wiffle ball in action, as seagulls demand.
The north, the west, the east and the south.
Why are children put on the shelf?
Muppets and Puppets and Legos,
the G.I. Joe’s we play, please momma
momma please let us stay.
The north, the west, the east and the south.
Why are children put on the shelf?
“What do you want to be?,” the old wise speak.
I don’t care it don’t matter to me.
Track Name: Starter Jacket
Let me feel you,
Let me squeeze you,
Let me love you,
I think I felt you all along.
Let me see you,
Let me taste you,
Let me fill the blanks,
I cannot see you anymore
I’m a kid with my starter jacket on, it makes me happy I feel like God. My God
The birds are flying,
A brother’s nose full of glue
The TV’s on
Mommas cooking bacon and eggs.
Let me feel you,
Let me squeeze you,
Let me love you,
I think I felt you all along.
I’m a kid with my starter jacket on; it makes me happy I feel like God. My God
Track Name: Fish in the Sea
As they stared at the stars at night,
as the moon sparkled their eyes.
They were the days they felt most alive,
but life changes, changes for the good times.
Let it run its own course, I figured it ain’t meant to be, oh, there are plenty fish in the sea.
Don’t forgive me, forgive yourself,
there are plenty fish in the sea.
As I see it’s not you and me.
Baby, its not you and me.
Diamond reflections cover the ocean top.
It seems as though everything has stopped.
As the past is behind them memories drain.
Things change for a reason,
a reason to be blamed.
Forget that Blondie choose your girls wisely,
I said forgot that Blondie,
just choose your girls wisely.
Don’t forgive me, forgive yourself,
there are plenty fish in the sea.
As I see it’s not you and me,
baby, its not you and me.