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Good Luck I Hope You Make It

by Andy White

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1.
After the revolution You will not be asked to complete a survey entitled ‘How did the revolution do?’ The revolution will not be accompanied by a lifestyle feature entitled ‘Ten Things to do During the Revolution’ ’Cause the revolution’s coming And the revolution will not be monetised The revolution is you You are the one You are the one You are enough The revolution will not be brought to you By an oil company who cares for the environment The revolution will not be live-streamed By a mouthpiece of the government The revolution will not feature a reunion Of the original cast of Friends You will not be able to double-screen the revolution And skip the ads before they end The revolution is you The revolution is you You are the one The revolution will not be detectable By face recognition software The revolution will not be downloadable In any format you choose You will not be able to purchase the revolution with one click The revolution will not be accompanied by a soundtrack Composed by Dave Grohl But the revolution’s coming And the revolution will not be monetised It will not appear for promotional purposes only The answer is not exposure, the question Is you   It will not be possible to reschedule delivery of the revolution At a time when you will be home You will be alone Your order of the revolution will not be confirmed By a verification code On your phone Delivery of the revolution will not be funded By a billionaire windfall tax It will not be possible to queue up for 14 hours To view the revolution In full military regalia But with scratchcard faith Pick a religion Less busy is the real revolution You pays your money and you takes your chance And if you got no money Then all you gotta do is dance Get up everybody and dance
2.
You know I zaned it Took it to the top and then explained it With all respect to Hip Hop All the MCs rhyming like a glitterball shining In a dark deadly alleyway a politician miming Talking point Disaster This could be the last chance Ain’t moving any faster Trying to keep the peace Between the West and the East When the leaders are searching for The password of the beast The password of the beast Fifty-one five five You creamed it You duck back in the alley and you screamed it With all respect to Jay Z All the MCs rhyming and the church bells chiming In the alleyway anyway the politicians miming reality Fake news This could be the way to lose And if you win ergo you lose When you try to open the mouth Between the North and the South And everything the border is trying to prove If you move you will see you’re living on a lease Between the border police And corruption of the priests And the number on the uniforms Is the password of the beast The password of the beast Fifty-one five five Holy comment Holy comment This is the time We should leave it all behind This the time To make up your mind Corruption You’ve got to call it out ’Cause it’s a ruption And if you got a doubt When you’re slimming on the women And the Prince is going down And you can’t tell your children There’s too much of it around Elation That’s all we want You know frustration You know it’s wearing us out You know we tied us to an idol And right then we start to dither Spend too long on Twitter and you End up feeling bitter feeling Wiped out By the sudden increase In the passwords of the Holy And his long-forgotten nieces Reading nocturnal poetry invented by geese And the only thing missing Is the password of the beast   5 1 5 5 UPPER CASE 5 5 1 Lower case 5 * 5 5 1 5 5 5 5 1 5 UPPER CASE 5 5 1 5 Other symbol 5 5 — 1 5 5 5 1 5 5 They can stone you They can stone you from every position ’Cause they own you They got the software to remember you anywhere Under your affairs And they try to sell you anything You never wanted anyway A loner You think you are a nothing but you phone her And she tells you that tonight’s alright She got a meta magic and she’s rolling with corona You know I zaned it I took it to the top and then explained it With all respect to Hip Hop And the MCs rhyming like the glitterball shining In the dark deadly alleyway a politician miming A talking point Disaster A word up any faster This ain’t no time to bring it back for ever after In abandoning buildings And the killing and the chilling and the killing getting higher Can’t stop the password of the beast Can’t stop the password of the beast 5 5 1 5 5 5 5 1 5 5
3.
Ghost Writer 02:49
They turned the bar into a jewellery shop One day you’re pouring beers the next you’re selling rocks Slinging cocktails and rings in a box You better get in fast before the other thing stops Watching little girls lost meeting little boys lost Before tying their horses to the sign of the cross You better bunch your fears in forget-me-nots X and O’s and a profit and a loss Are these three words too hard to say A valediction for Valentine’s Day Ghost writer Too dark too soon Have you got the answer When a New York minute lasts an afternoon One day you’re fifty-seven the next you’re thirty-two And some sick politician tells you what to do Better get in fast before it all comes true Tripping lunch fantastic in a sea of plastic There’s minimum distance in the gathering gloom Are these three words too hard to say Valediction for Valentine’s Day Ghost writer Too dark too soon Have you got the answer Ghost writer Too dark too soon Have you got the answer I wish I knew the answer Everything changes   Think I’ll go walking and feel the beat Of a different drum on a different street Exercise and analyse what lies beneath I’d better get in fast before I lose belief Winter’s warmer than the summertime heat I’ll take the former if sorrow is sweet Are these three words too hard to say A valediction for Valentine’s Day Ghost writer Too dark too soon Everything changes
4.
Working every day at the title factory It’s a strange place to see your face in continuity Going solo with Barolo invitation for the many Raining down on the confusion like Belfast confetti Belfast confetti Writing vinyl for a final writing in between the lines Ink slips between the strips I left somewhere in the sand Sinking down into the seaweed on the Sandymount Strand Where there ain’t no room for a Red Right Hand Ain’t no room for a red right hand One day you were a bomber in a beatnik suit Watching Jean Seberg smoking up a sweet cheroot Next day you’re digging dreams on the manslaughter mile With the magic in the air and the piggybank smile The piggybank smile O strange new world hashtag people innit Crumbling like a cardinal sleeping in the synod “Suffer little children”—you said it Individual cost of Universal Credit And the razor company and the weapon of the morning And the message on the hoarding saying ‘six forty-five’ It sounded like a number And another mode running out of trumpet On a dog and a dollar and a minute And a bullet in the trumpet I hit the Cherry Bar to hear a Scot bot talk rot with a slip-slop crop He was sucking on a daiquiri Bap-pow he was walking on Wurundjeri And a hand-picked fan of the man from the Klan Drinking can after can after can after can and the Mealy-mouthed words don’t deal with the theft of the nation The septic melody don’t deal with the deeds And the theft of the nation The mealy-mouthed words don’t deal with the death Of the deeds of the death and the theft of the nation The day you were bomb   It’s a holiday running in reverse And the band plays on The band plays on The day you were bomb And the band plays on Your mealy-mouthed words don’t deal with The death of the theft of the nation Your mealy-mouthed words don’t deal with The death and the theft of the nation Working every day at the title factory If it’s obvious to you then it’s plain to me If you’re living in a colony you wanna end up free All of the monotony you gotta p & c Living in the spring of the 21st century The summer’s coming fast hotter than we thought it’d ever be The day you were bomb Summer’s coming fast hotter than we thought it’d ever be The day you were bomb Bomb
5.
There’s an early version of the very first nation Telling us something about our own situation Bass priority Deep down sounds are felt not heard For unspoken feelings forget the power of word Bass priority They came across the ocean Telling no one’s story but their own Bringing those who did not want to come They offered worthless gifts in exchange for land They slaughtered And raised the flag over another island Bigger this time Bass priority And they will not walk this land And they will not acknowledge its story They will not give the rights that should be given They will not learn from history And the rise of the people And the rise of the temperature And the rise of the nation Accept the wisdom of the Uluru Statement from the Heart Turn back the extinction of the animals Bass priority Forget antecedents predecessors historical inevitability A predilection for colonisation This is a dereliction of ethical consideration Remember Bass priority Remember Bass priority We will remember We will never forget Bass priority Now   Deep down Going way back Deep down To where the music lives Deep down In our soul You cannot ignore Bass priority
6.
Cake Yo Me 02:59
If you cake yo me I’ll cake yo too I never met anyone compares to you You can write it in monochrome colour in the sky If you cake yo me I’m feeling superfly Superfly and I got no problem with the time Wasn’t waiting for the second Still waiting for a sign You can type it on a typewriter throw away the key I will zip it and unpip it if you cake yo me If you cake yo me I’ll cake yo too I never take a message ’cept it comes from you Meet me in the library read between the lines It’s not a grocery store with the New York Times Like a one-way sticker on an exit sign If you cake yo me my heart is on the finish line The finish line and I got no problem with the time Not waiting for the second still waiting for a sign You can type it on a typewriter throw away the key I will zip it and unpip it if you cake yo me Type it on a typewriter throw away the key I will zip it and unpip it if you cake yo me When you got a moment The language of violence is too familiar to our people The words of difference ringing down through the centuries Cultural isolation is what they teach us at school And woe betide the people if they don’t follow their rules Power is the goal money is the curse Controlling outsiders in a distant universe The time is coming we shall be free But I’m just saying in the meantime Won’t you cake yo me I wanna get together in a black and white world If it’s an oyster it’s forever and inside you’re the pearl Through history poetry mystery colony Mysticism terrorism battles in the head Too many of our people have wound up dead Not allowed to believe what they want to believe The language of violence has been following me Thought I left it behind but you know it still scares me The secret’s in the locket and you keep it in your pocket And you know that we would rock it if you only would let me And throw away the key Come cake yo me If you cake yo me I’ll cake yo too I never met anyone compares to you You can write it in a monochrome colour in the sky If you cake yo me I’m feeling superfly Superfly and I got no problem with the time Wasn’t waiting for the second I was writing up a sign Type it on a typewriter throw away the key I will zip it and unpip it if you cake yo me Type it on a typewriter throw away the key I will zip it and unpip it if you cake yo me
7.
Self-isolation you’re breaking my heart Bringing frustration by setting me apart From my loved ones I’m told I might lose By an upper-class twat in over-sized clown shoes Populism – the language of the elite A cracked prism anaesthetising people on the street It’s a monochrome world where black is white And the colours are crazy and the streets are empty The streets are empty in the city tonight Hope is where we live Though we’re hanging on a rope You think it’s a hoax or a dope smoke trope Change is where you wanna be Rearrange the strange interchange the pain So everything you ever see is individual spiritual victory The sleeve of your art becomes the thief of your heart The belief that from the start inequality will disappear Like pirates papyrus Miley Cyrus From the virus we will be free Self-isolation you’re breaking my heart Bringing frustration by setting me apart From my loved ones I’m told I might lose By an upper-class twat in over-sized clown shoes Got to do it today What you gonna do tomorrow You got to do it today What you gonna do tomorrow You got to do it today What you gonna do tomorrow You got to do it today What you gonna do tomorrow You got to do it today (self-isolate) What you gonna do tomorrow (self-isolate) (Before it’s too late) You got to do it today (self-isolate) What you gonna do tomorrow (self-isolate) You got to do it today What you gonna do tomorrow
8.
How can we love in times like these Re-organise the future better put it in a deep freeze Take a look at the earth take a look at the sky Jenny and Jack are on a diamond high We do what we want to we do what we can Communicating love is what it means to be a human It was the best of times it was the worst of times The Queen’s on a building with an empty street sign And the princes are convicted from historical crimes It was the worst of times it was the best of times We do what we want to we do what we can Communicating love is what it means to be a human It was the best of times it was the worst of times And the poverty trap is an invisible line If it don’t get you the poorhouse will The numbers going up and they’re going up still “We found a way to resyphon and recycle the money We found a way to recycle and resyphon the money You think you’re getting it You’re not getting it You think it’s being redistributed It’s not being redistributed There’s one rule for the rich And another for the poor” How can we love in times like this We’re frozen here forever you know we’ll never kiss How can we love in times like this You lean a little closer and you find your bliss A flowery tale more sweet than rhyme You talk about the music you’re listening to all the time And beauty is truth and truth is beauty all the time We do what we want to we do what we can Communicating love is what it means to be human That’s how we love in times like these That’s how we love in times like these Times like these
9.
I will write a book of poems To shield you from the winter wind Tuck you in and keep you warm I will write a book of poems I will write an autumn day To bring you back when you’re away The buzzing bees the fatal shower The light drawing in at an early hour Fruitfulness in flower The harvest hour No time to delay I will write an autumn day I will write a summer song That we can sing all summer long Soft-sunned Irish afternoons Clouds shaped like pictures beside the moon Memories of trees their time on earth Fields reveal the holy turf When love appears a virgin birth This is where you and I belong I will sing a summer song I will write a springtime air That’s played on pipes beyond repair Each morning brighter than the last Each century relives the past The birds sing their magic spells Flying north for warmer places Scarves and upturned baby faces I will write a springtime air I will write a book of poems To shield you from the winter wind Tuck you in and keep you warm I will write a book of poems   I will write a book of love Running backwards in reverse To the time we first-versed Felt the Muses stall the curses prime the verses Universe immersed in precious verses I will write a book of love I got the future I got the Muses I got the music I got the choirs of angels Begin again I will write a book of poems To shield you from the winter wind Tuck you in and keep you warm I will write a book of poems I will write an autumn day To bring you back from when you’re away The buzzing bees the fatal shower The light drawing in at an early hour Fruitfulness in flower The harvest hour No time to delay I will write an autumn day I will write a summer song That we can all sing along Clouds shaped like pictures of trees Hiding here behind the earth Looking over everything You know what it’s worth I will write a summer song I will write a springtime air Played on pipes beyond repair Each morning brighter than the last Each century relives the past The birds sing their magic spells Flying north for warmer places Scarves and upturned baby faces I will write a springtime air I will write a book of poems To shield you from the winter wind Tuck you in and keep you warm Ready to begin again
10.
New world is nicer now A coda not a repeat I walked through the woods Rain beneath my feet Invisible high above me The owls reclaimed the sky Faraway tarmac silenced Like the space between You and I Candles on the verandas Like I never seen before Smell of midwinter wind The calm after the storm The shortest day draws closer The night is moving in You and I together A memory Where the light comes in New world is kinder now A coda not a repeat There’s a baker baking bread They’re getting high on High Street And the boulevard of broken dreams That leads up to the stars Is littered with confetti Thrown by Venus and by Mars And the animals who surround us Welcome us to their world Only got to keep our distance Or we’re never gonna see the pearl The shortest day draws closer The night is moving in You and I together A memory Where the light comes in A memory Where the light comes in   New world is nearer now A coda not a repeat Shutters closed like eyelids For Sleeping Beauty’s beauty sleep Wicked witches cannot touch us We’ll wake whenever it’s time When handsome princes Handsome princesses Kiss the lips of the earth that slips From the grip of Frankenstein’s mankind The shortest day draws closer The night is moving in You and I together A memory Where the light comes in A memory Where the light comes in
11.
Ash is creeping in with its magnificent aroma Stretching all the way from Boulder Hill to Belfast and Tecoma Number’s rising no surprising man’s demise unappetising Markets edifying mathematical proselytising is truth-defying This is the real news you can’t fake it Good luck I hope you make it If there’s a terrifying turn You think you have to leave Your heart is doing somersaults Can’t speak or breathe Listen very closely To the magic in the air The thunder’s bringing rain You can feel it everywhere This is the real news you can’t fake it Good luck I hope you make it The expedition’s here from glorious Morocco The distance is a sin from Africa to California Global warming someone’s yawning underneath the awning Vultures swarming that’s the warning Ain’t no use for Stonewalling This is the real news you can’t fake it Good luck I hope you make it If there’s a terrifying turn You think you have to leave Your heart is doing somersaults Can’t speak or breathe Listen very closely To the magic in the air The thunder’s bringing rain You can feel it everywhere This is the real news you can’t fake it Good luck I hope you make it This is the real news you can’t fake it Good luck I hope you make it In the land of your mothers and your fathers were born There’s a light in the river and the river is strong You can’t deny all the stories Though they told you them wrong Well come on everybody we can all sing along Getting back to the country where our mothers are from Well you know you got a language when the meaning is strong Well you got to get a feeling ’cause you know it’s all wrong So you put the words together and you sing along This is the real news you can’t fake it Good luck I hope you make it I hope you make it
12.
All we can do now is talk No touching Other people are only a memory Reawakened by European cinema Or an accent emoting online A faraway smile A holiday photograph of a beach in the sunset Café in the centre of town in the rain Friends you thought you knew And you ended up never seeing again In an envelope in a box on the top shelf In a box at the bottom of the undiscovered ocean of buried treasure Find yourself * He was shot among the fig trees And nobody saw him They said he had a gun He had prayer beads His father said “Everybody dies alone” I changed the channel An Italian hospital A nurse Crying Untouchable Don’t touch And then an ironic baby Jesus came to me It was laying in an art gallery A doll arranged by strangers No bib to catch his bread Just a manger To lay his head No touching No touching No touching Don’t touch   Ain’t nothing gonna stop us on the march to freedom Only problem at the bottom ’Bama gone ain’t gonna lead ’em There’s a guy from Bristol there’s a girl from Sweden You talk 2020 you talk dodecahedron Every month’s alike a-looking at a new landslide Every week a little more froze up inside Every day the walls are closing in on me Concentrate When life gets in the way you’ve got to isolate Don’t touch Don’t touch No touching Talk don’t touch Talk don’t touch Call So this is where we are now Where we gonna be? And if this is where we are now Where do we wanna be We want to get there We want to be listened to We got to listen to each other And as the sun sets on this empire of coronavirus Sadness covers the world And you’re wondering will it ever be over That’s what we’re all thinking And in the meantime Talk Talk

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You could call Andy's latest release his first spoken word album, but his versifying comes with funky bass playing and breakbeats. It's all about the vibe and the words. He wrote it in lockdown, raging, laughing, going crazy about what was going on and what was not going on.

"I went back to my roots, reading Jack Kerouac, listening to John Cooper Clarke, Bob Dylan and early Hip Hop. Before 'Rave on' I read poems with a drum machine and that's where this album started. I downloaded breakbeats, played bass like when I was a teenager, scribbled lyrics in notebooks and freestyled on the mic. I was thinking about Belfast, texting friends, watching the clown show of UK politics and checking Patti Smith's Instagram. Walking half an hour a day on ancient stolen land, unaccompanied. Something special came out of all of that. Dig it."

Recorded in Melbourne, mixed in Calgary and mastered in Los Angeles by the 'This garden' team, the groove is the rhythm of the words, and the chaos surprises.

Good luck, I hope you make it.

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released January 5, 2024

Written, played and produced by Andy White

Mix by Steve Dierkens
Master by Dale Becker

Cover photo by Dara Munnis
Design by Sebi White

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