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Written, performed, and recorded by Andrew Scandal. All rights reserved.

Lyrics:

My name is midnight, my name is cold bones and whispers.
My name is night-thoughts, call me the color kisser.
My eyes are streetlights, shadows, mosaic mirrors.
My mind of wet-winds, spitting shiny terrors.

Doo doo doo, you know it’s how I roll…
Superpowers in small hours, you know it’s how I roll...

Next to crumpled cardboard, a patch of alley flowers.
The limping legs that, measure city blocks into hours.
Smoking circles round bus stop pageant contestants,
A bag of brain-juice, to help create and imagine.

Doo doo doo, you know it’s how I roll…
Superpowers in small hours, you know it’s how I roll...

In subway echoes and Broadway battles,
that make the doors slam and windows rattle.
Superpowers in the smallest hours,
reciting rainstorms from the dollhouse tower.

Doo doo doo, you know it’s how I'm gonna roll…
Superpowers in small hours, you know it’s how I'm gonna roll with it...


Superpowers

Music by DeWu.
Vocals hastily written, strangely sung, and quickly recorded by Andrew Scandal.
Enjoy.

Space Walk (collaboration with DeWu)

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Dedicated to Tio Flamingo and his family.
Logo property of the Boston Bruins.
Lyrics:
Remember when we
were jamming with Jennie
A thousand songs…
all night long.

Chartreuse in Rio
con Tio Flamingo
The Voodoo Chile
who crossed the Nile
in Boston style…

We’re South American 
when winter is in the wind
strumming green guitars
under Santiago stars.

So the puzzles of the pyramids still loom…
But the black and golden bees buzz all your tunes.

Whoa…

Drink and be merry.
Vodka Cranberry.
Jerusalem…
Just another stop for him…

We’re Super Mexican 
when winter is in the wind
strumming green guitars
under Mexicano stars.

So the puzzles of the pyramids still loom…
But the black and golden Bees buzz all your tunes.

Tio Flamingo…

We’re South American 
when winter is in the wind
strumming green guitars
under Santiago stars.

So the puzzles of the pyramids still loom…
But the black and golden bees buzz all your tunes.
So the legendary trickster made his escape.
I’ll meet you on the next world, don’t be late.


Tio Flamingo

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Andrew Scandal and The Lightyears
written by Andrew Scandal
performed by The Lightyears:
Andrew Scandal- Vocal, Guitar
John Bragg- Guitar
John Budney- Bass
Ben Gworek- Drums/beats

Recorded by John Bragg, mixed by Bragg/Scandal 2013

Lyrics:
We’re all the same, trying to stay out of the rain.
We’ve all spent time, looking for people we can’t find.

Here it comes again, here it comes again…
Here it comes again, here it comes again…

I don’t want to hurt nobody, 
I just like people who think I’m funny,
And I know that I shouldn’t sweat ya, 
Or the good times we had before this stormy weather hit.

Why must it be? Stuck in a swamp in the city…
I guess we’ll see, if we chop down these forests for their trees.
You must admit, when you first arrived you were a hit.
We’d seen the light, so sometimes we killed it for the night?

Here it comes again, here it comes again…
Here it comes again, here it comes again…

I don’t want to hurt nobody, 
I just like people who think I’m funny, ha ha!
And I know that I shouldn’t sweat ya, 
Or the good times we had before this stormy weather hit.

Don’t worry bout me, I’m doing fine…
Ya coulda called to see, but maybe we both just lost our… minds
Mind, I will mind my own business, my own business
Cuz now I know… I guess…
I guess I just woulda hated to miss ya…

Chorus

Bridge 

Chorus

Here it comes again…

Written by Andrew Scandal


Mosaic Mirrors

Here It Comes Again

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Andrew Scandal and The Lightyears
written by Andrew Scandal
performed by The Lightyears:
Andrew Scandal- Vocal, Guitar
John Bragg- Guitar
John Budney- Bass
Ben Gworek- Drums/beats

Recorded by John Bragg, mixed by Bragg/Scandal 2013

Lyrics:
Balance schmalence
I’ll take a dream over a date
Maybe that’s wrong
Will I regret it once it’s too late

One way mirror,
Don’t see my sitting back in the dark
Reflecting comfort,
Cleaned up emotions I don’t want to start…

Rainy room
In the Rose City
Candles blow and breathe 
The words and dancing leaves

Rainy Room
In the Rose City
Make the most of the 
Time you loaned to me

Clown emotions
I’ll take a dream over a date
It was all too much
Now I’m watching my steps and I’m watching my weight

Gentle Giant
Clumsy in crushes of the heart
Damn this weather
Too wet to burn, but plenty of spark

Rainy room…


Rainy Room

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And a volley echoes across 
Cavern ballrooms, spirals of stone
Chandeliers to light the lost sea
Strolling under stars of unknowns

Darling of the dazzling words
Parading through the seasons of snow
Black-light blossoms in the dollhouse
My lite-brite angel and my black rose

And the days, turn to dusk, turn to dawn
Echoing, glowing gusts, of fire songs
Windy woods, and we’ll just, sing along.

Torching beauty, spark of blue eyes
That silhouettes the shadows we’ve spun
Silver lockets, twist of black curls
Humming prayers of hallelujah

Idol rising into the sky
Snow storm lover, you gotta run
Got poetry and passion inside
Rock queen of the charts #1

And the days, turn to dusk, turn to dawn
Echoing, glowing gusts, of fire songs
Windy world, and we’ll just, sing along.

I didn’t know what to expect
But I was pleasantly surprised by the results
It all comes down to one word…

Fluorescent dreams tonight
A poem of sparkling white
Fluorescent dreams ablaze 
My idols glowing gaze
And Anda's darling gaze

Fluorescent Dreams

Written by Tomas Mendez

Dicen que por las noches 
no más se le iba en puro llorar; 
dicen que no comía, 
no más se le iba en puro tomar. 
Juran que el mismo cielo 
se estremecía al oír su llanto, 
cómo sufrió por ella, 
y hasta en su muerte la fue llamando: 
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba, 
ay, ay, ay, ay, ay gemía, 
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba, 
de pasión mortal moría. 
Que una paloma triste 
muy de mañana le va a cantar 
a la casita sola 
con sus puertitas de par en par; 
juran que esa paloma 
no es otra cosa más que su alma, 
que todavía espera 
A que regrese la desdichada. 
Cucurrucucú paloma, cucurrucucú no llores. 
Las piedras jamás, paloma, 
¿qué van a saber de amores? 

They say that at nights 
He simply went through by just crying 
They say that he wasn’t eating 
It simply didn’t suit him just taking (some food) 
They swear that the sky itself 
Was vibrating by listening his weeping 
How he was suffering for her, 
And even when he was dying he was calling at her: 
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was singing 
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was wailing 
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was singing 
He was dying from mortal passion. 
That a sad dove 
Very early in the morning will sing 
At the lonely house 
Whose small doors are widely open 
They swear that this dove 
Is no other (thing) than his soul, 
That is still waiting 
For the unhappy (woman) to return. 
Cucurrucucú dove, cucurrucucú don’t cry. 
The stones never, dove, 
What do they know of loves?

Cucurrucucu Dream Bird

Written, performed, and recorded by Andrew Scandal.

Lyrics:

Go slow,
There’s strangers in the shadows,
The dangers of my black prose,
My vein juice running cold, 
The angels come to blows, 
Hey man it’s how it goes.

Stay still,
The lessons of my life kill,
The blessings that the knife spills,
Confessing all my wine,
I’ll savor every crime,
Inhaling every line.

And in the end we’re stranger still,
Dripping eyes and spitting pills,
Computerized with people skills,
Mesmerized by the pixels,
And stranger still is the way we chill,

The dancing blazes on the rose coast,
The pastel sunset sinks, there she goes…
It all turns to sand in my hands and I…

Blow…
You another kiss,
Hang it on the fridge,
Sell it like a bridge,
Share it like a snitch,
Love it like an itch.

I know,
I’m a big zero,
A golden-olden lasso,
It snuggles on you tight,
So you don’t have to fight, 
you don’t have to fight…

And in the end we’re stranger still,
Dripping eyes and spitting pills,
Computerized with people skills,
Mesmerized by the pixels,
And stranger still is the way we chill,

So chill…
The dancing blazes on the rose coast,
The pastel sunset sinks, there she goes…
It all turns to sand in my hands, how it…

Glows…
The bubbles of El Meano-Vino
The petals of a Santa Fe Rose
The story of the stranger still told.


Stranger Still

Fairytales, Fireflies, and a wolf dressed in drag. Check out the video!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kCDpE6guwQ&ab_channel=BolducProductions

Psychopath

Written, performed, and recorded by Andrew Scandal.
All rights reserved.

Lyrics:

I smoked three packs,
As my mind went blue,
But today was yesterday and,
The day before too.

And cigarettes,
Are just ashes,
Like us all,
We’re all blown away.

But sweetheart I’ve got to warn ya,
The streetlights are out to swarm ya.
It’s not like we were born for,
Cold winters in California

Three kings for god,
But none for me,
The golden gifts I got for her,
I’ll save for another queen.

If the starry skies,
Could see us now,
They’d cry all night,
They’d laugh out loud.

But sweetheart I’ve got to warn ya,
The streetlights are out to swarm ya.
It’s not like we were born for,
Cold winters in California


Cold Winters (in California)

Written many moons ago. Recorded quickly.

Shadow Singing

When it’s finally over, shadows singing to me.
Missing like her shoulder, swimming blind in the sea.

When the drunkard sobers, light and laughter for free,
Holding hopes to hold her, shadows singing to me.

Holding hopes to hold her, our fires fly to the night,
Tugging tears I told her, drowning deep to find sight.

Bouncing rocks off boulders, shooting stars to streetlights,
Masking minds to mold her, our fires fly to the night.

So what can, I do, for you?
Not much, I guess, that’s life.
I’m blue, you too, it’s true.
But that’s life, I guess, oh well.

Where do you go?
When the storms come…

So when it’s finally over, shadows singing to me.
Missing like her shoulder, swimming blind in the sea,
shadows singing to me, swimming blind in the sea, shadows singing to me.

Shadow Singing

Written a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. A song I wrote after leaving Los Angeles...

These walls will be still be standing when I’ve gone,
I’m far too demanding and it’s wrong.
To always still seek shelter in your storms.
While the north pole is still melting, I’ll be on.

But I don’t want to see no Texas skies,
I don’t need no Nashville sunrise,
If I see them I will close my eyes,
And probably think of you, and what good would that ever do…

What good, would that ever do?
When you need, something you can hold on to.

I’ll always see your forest for its trees,
I won’t chop down your forest to burn my, sensitivity.
The nights of smoggy purple, red like wine.
I’ll leave this city of lost angels, with just a piece of mind.

But I don’t want to see no Texas skies,
I don’t need no Nashville sunrise,
If I see them I will close my eyes,
And probably think of you, and what good would that ever do…

What good, would that ever do?
When you need, something you can hold on to.

What Good

Written, performed, and produced by Andrew Scandal

There are colors all around us,
Cotton-candy for our eyes.
I’ve seen golden sights and silver showers,
What do you see in the sky?

I’ve seen your glow in old picture shows,
It’s like a colorized movie,
It’s black and white, you shine so brightly,
Just like a colorized movie.

Tell me all your favorite colors, 
Would it still be blue if you could paint the sky
And for those old Casablanca lovers
What color would you paint Ilsa’a eyes?

I sat with Barbie in the dollhouse,
She never spoke so she told no lies.
Her eyes were blue like a pool of water,
She took her pink Corvette for a Sunday ride

I’ve seen your glow in old picture shows,
It’s like a colorized movie,
It’s black and white, you shine so brightly,
Just like a colorized movie.

I sat in the dark at the Chinese Theater,
And Dorothy’s rubies were a sparkling sight.
Emerald cities and yellow bricks to steer her,
A row of stars as the screen glowed bright.

I’ve seen your glow in old picture shows,
It’s like a colorized movie,
It’s black and white, you shine so brightly,
Just like a colorized movie.


Colorized Movie Reborn

Written by Waylon Jennings 
Recorded by Andrew Scandal
Dedicated to John Budney, Tio, DeeLish, and Ned

Just the good ol' boys
Never meanin' no harm.
Beats all you never saw
Been in trouble with the law
Since the day they was born

Staightnin' the curves
Flatnin the hills
Someday the mountain might get 'em
But the law never will

Makin' their way
The only way they know how
That's just a little bit more
Than the law will allow.

I'm a good ol' boy
You know my momma loves me
But she don't understand
They keep showin my hands and not my face on TV



Good Ol' Boys (The Dukes of Hazzard)

Smoke And Mirrors

Magic Words

The waves of fire
Melting the blackened sand
Alone on the midnight shore
Sits a burning Man

Out of the crimson Sea
In the glowing flames, something strange
A book glows of indigo
Floating on the swells

And each words a rescue
A sailing breeze
Sparks in the harbor
A stranger from the sea

And in La Perla there’s a glow
And the flame is all you know
Singing devil songs, in the crimson dawn

Waking in the morning, foreign songs of sailors
Poetry and strangers
And in his auburn eyes
Rose blue azurian skies

Unknowns and wonders
On cobblestone caravans
Flames the higher master
The burning man

And in La Perla there’s a glow
And the flames are all you know
Singing devil songs, in the crimson dawn

Well… better the devil, the devil that you know…
Than the devil that you don't...

Hail Satan

Breathe... but not for long...
The waves... will come to take you home

Well… better the devil, the devil that you know…
Than the devil that you don't...

All rights reserved

Crimson Dawn

Now That  Lover Is Gone...

Tiger Spots

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I thought you were on to something,
You were just off on something.
If you’re lost at sea, sink.
If you’re lost at land, think.

You can never fight back,
Hide when the heart attacks,
You better sink in a bath,
With a rubber giraffe.
Even though he don’t quack,
You know he sticks to the facts
Can’t keep the Jills from the Jacks,
Hide when the heart attacks.

Now Ms. Mona Lisa,
Is a teacher,
Cracks and crooks are lurking,
But she’s always smirking.

You can never fight back,
Hide when the heart attacks,
You better sink in a bath,
With a rubber giraffe.
Even though he don’t quack,
You know he sticks to the facts
Can’t keep the Jills from the Jacks,
Hide when the heart attacks.

Hide when the heart attacks…
You can never fight back…
Keep an eye on the back…
Can’t keep the Jills from the Jacks
Hide when the heart attacks…


Heart Attacks

Hard To Believe

Written and recorded by Andrew Scandal
Performed by Mosaic Mirrors
Mixed and Mastered by Byron Audio Lab

Get It

Written by The Beach Boys. Considered by many to be The Beach Boy's worst song and one of the cheesiest songs of all time!

Performed, recorded, and mixed by Andrew Scandal. Mastered by Rafael Castro.

Kokomo 2020

Downtown is dangerous
better behave yourself
That shit’s contagious
better stay in your house
Freak out the neighbors
damn them kids loud
Lost in Laredo
stumbling around on

Uppers, downers, downers, uppers
and sleeping pills
Downers, uppers, uppers, downers
I ain’t sleeping still…

Jackpot volcanos,
blasting that sound
Blue notes and halos
follow me round
Freak out the neighbors
damn them kids loud
Lost in Laredo
stumbling around on

Uppers, downers…

Maybe it’s a legend but I do believe in ghosts
so come on, baby, no no, yeah yeah
Baby pick your pleasure and don’t worry I don’t judge
so come on, baby, no no, yeah yeah

You do you do you, little girl
I’ll do I’ll do me, and make believe
Who knows who knows why, boohoohoo
Funny faces freeze, teeheehee

Uppers Downers (acoustic)

A song for my Mum, who likes me to put my (always) cold hands on her forehead and cheeks.

Cold Hands

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We sat there staring at the Sea of Tranquility. I thought I saw a sailor's signal. But it was just another a song from the bottom of the deep blue sea.

Sleeping every sunrise,
I’ll be singing every sunset.
Sighing under sapphire skies,
Fireflies out to the west.

A hazy dusk moon hovers Of all the stars of summer, 
Girl you won’t find another, 
Girl, a paradise for lovers

And then I whispered to the waves…

Girl you got such pretty eyes You buried treasure in my chest Now we’re sighing under sapphire skies Ruby lips citrus kiss

Dancing under campfire moons Share a smoke with my friends Humming a Brazilian tune A turquoise tide is crashing in

Girl, a hazy dusk moon hovers Girl, of all the stars of summer, 
Girl you won’t find another, 
Girl, a paradise for lovers 

Pink petals on a green lagoon,
Rainbow showers are blowing in
She’s using orange peels for perfume,
I’m as gullible as Gilligan

Sleeping under sapphire moons,
Sea sparkles like an amethyst
Island in the evening croons,
Black ocean and a salty kiss


Black Ocean

Singer/writer of Dance-Rock outfit Mosaic Mirrors, based in Boston MA.

Andrew Scandal

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