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Mr. Gibson Scores Again

by Amelia Ray

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    "Completely written, produced and performed by Ms. Ray herself, this disc is a tour de force of deep, soulful vocals, clever lyrics and skilled musicianship. From the free-spirited romantic ditty 'Iberian Girl' to the politically motivated 'Whosyerdaddy?' to the lyrically brilliant opus 'Sam He Is' - Ray has proven herself as an artist who is ready to break away from independent status and gain some attention from those who take modern rock music seriously." - Grant Costello, MyMp3Network.com

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1.
Who'syerdaddy? Talk about your dirty old man You got a bird in the bush, and two in your hands Someone's on the phone crying, "We need relief," And all you have to offer is a measure full of grief Everybody knows, it's the daily news, That you're just trying to walk in your Daddy's shoes You better heed what your Daddy cried, "Try to wipe the dung off your boots before you step inside" Driving everybody insane You got greed in your eyes and war on the brain (more money, more power) Just to prove that you're not a heartless fool, You do your best Marv Albert at the Cardinal rule (marv albert, more power) If they try to tell you that your foot's in your mouth, You say that's the way we do it in the south You better heed what your Daddy said, "Don't you let the power of the press go to your head" You better do what your Daddy did Soon you'll be a foreign power with drunks for kids ©2001 A. Ray. Annabel Is Her Mother Today (ASCAP).
2.
Doser 02:48
Doser Strange that I have never seen you break Strange that you have never seen me take You don't believe in everything that you hear, so Why would you want to go and leave me standing here When you know I just dream to watch you wake? Standing in the hall I feel the silence of my home I got no place for you to run away to I guess that's why you left me alone I just don't see how your need to be right Can outweigh your need to feel loved I guess it's the time and the wrong sign Il n'y a aucun de mot ici Para explicar a ti If you'd trust me, you would see N'y a aucun de mot If you knew how much I loved you (If you knew how much I cared for you) Would you put my mind above you And bear all and more, unfasten, (Would you take my hand and lead me to the promised land) To the secret of your passion? Would you feel the hand that holds you (I can give you all that you need) Reach down into your soul? You Have so much more to live for (Won't you make some time with me?) If you let me try to give your... ©2001 A. Ray. Annabel Is Her Mother Today (ASCAP).
3.
Karma 03:55
Karma She get up this morning, say she don't like my Florentine no more, Packs her bags and asks me can I help her at the door, I look around, searching for strength and then I say, "No babe, I'm not gonna hurt you that way" She says "The last time I thought it was forever, I was wrong then, too, Believe me, babe, it's got nothin' to do with you," I make-believe that I am bigger than I am, But I can feel her cringe when she hears the door slam If she don't wanna be with me, I'll take her down to the ocean, I'll throw her in, Wipe the salt from my eyes, this is the end If she has this need to be free, I hang my head in misery If she don't wanna be with me She says, "Can we talk this over like rational people?" I say "I lost all sense when I caught you creepin' And, anyway the time for talk between us has passed, We need to find something that will last I'll drive you down to the beach where I can clear my head, And maybe, if we're lucky no one will end up dead" I think for a minute I may let her go, Then I think about the spinach on the kitchen floor If she don't wanna be with me, I'll take her down to the ocean, I'll throw her in, Wipe the salt from my eyes, this is the end If she has this need to be free, I hang my head in misery If she don't wanna be with me (If she don't wanna be with me) (She can do better if only you let her) She can do better if'n you let her (She's a go-getter like Loma Prieta) She's a go-getter (Just like in the movies, she'll be all she can be) Just like in the movies, be all she can be (See that what she should see) See what she should see But if she don't wanna be with me I'll take her down to the ocean, I'll throw her in Wipe the salt from my eyes, this is the end If she has this need to be free, I hang my head in misery If she don't wanna be with me I'll take her down to the ocean, I'll throw her in Wipe the salt from my eyes, this is the end If she has this need to be free, I hang my head in misery If she don't wanna be with me ©2001 A. Ray. Annabel Is Her Mother Today (ASCAP).
4.
Iberian Girl 03:46
Iberian Girl Walking along, singing a song that I wrote for my girlfriend Well, it seems that fall has finally come this way I was surprised, she was obliged, asked me why I thought she should stay And, for all my thoughts, I found I had nothing to say You could see what's gone wrong That my love took too long Now it seems all I've been working for is gone I never thought that I'd be stumbling down this road again Well, you'd think I'd learn from all my past mistakes But here I am I'm standing face-to-all the pretty pictures under my bed And, inside, I hear that nasty little tremor of questions start to quake Is it me? I don't know Some would say she should go 'Cause I'm only going to end up saying no (Have no fear) They say it's not so bad to run around (Sow those oats, dear What's this here?) But the only time I wanna be in somebody's arms Is with my feet flat on the ground I paid a doctor to take a camera to my brain And analyse all the shots she took But the negatives came out a bit too dark And then she asked me if I would rather go For dinner and a movie one autumn night Or just pack a lunch and sit out in the park Was that real? who could say? Did she mean, "Come my way?" Well, we'll find out over wine and cheese today ©2001 A. Ray. Annabel Is Her Mother Today (ASCAP).
5.
Nine Minutes 04:30
Nine Minutes Nine minutes from now You'll be sitting here saying, "I should be getting down" And getting nothing done You'll still believe that the answer will come Looking for you, specifically, Like some census-taker with a mission and a decree "That's not jazz," you say and turn the tune up and tap the time away Oh, St. John, can you help me? I'm so lost and I can't see Thought it was over, but it's just getting worse Is there an end to this curse? I'd have thought it a phase If I had been able to get up on the 9th day and walk outside Is it better to view the simple things that people do Or close my eyes and try to hide? I have watched the sun set and divide the sky Into what I can and cannot have Tell me why I should not cry Oh, St. John, can you heal me? I'm so afraid Do you feel me? I try to behave like I'm all that I need Please give me something to breathe (Can you help me?) I need a little something (Can you heal me?) Don't wanna go outside (Can you save me?) Oh, St. John, who could save me? Am I in need, or just lazy? I like to believe there's a reason to exist ©2001 A. Ray. Annabel Is Her Mother Today (ASCAP).
6.
Again 04:11
Again I guess I have a penchant for being used I let you come around and do what you will with my blues But, baby, that's alright I'd rather be blue with you than happy with somebody new You push all my buttons and tease Test my hate and my love degrees But, baby, that's just fine I'd rather wait for you than play with someone in the meantime ©2001 A. Ray. Annabel Is Her Mother Today (ASCAP).
7.
Sam He Is 07:49
Sam He Is There's a man in Barbados who knows the score He gives the people a little, then he takes it back, But they still cry, "More, more" He owns four shirts that look just the same And no one remembers his name When he's out on the square, the light in his hair He smiles and say, "I am your saviour" An old woman stands, takes a flower from his hands But she don't know what he gave her The people all gather to see the man with the marvelous eyes He tells them of the wonder and the healing of love And finally of tithes They all seem quite convinced that this is what they meant by messiah For no matter how close they get, he seems larger and higher They all bow down before the man with the score and beg he look down and bless them The old woman stands, flower wilting in her hands, and says, "I have a question" She says, "Lord, my Lord, why do I call and you not come?" He says, "Woman, I've got to give to all of these people here, so stand in line and you shall get some" But when she turns around, the look in her eyes goes from sorrow to rage to a frown She picks up the petals of the flower he gave and with one blow she knocks him down The people all fall silent at the sight of their leader's demise The old woman stands, throws the flower from her hand, and says, "Let's think on this for a little while" She says, "Lord, my Lord, why did you send the man with the score? You give the people a little, and, then, you take it back, but we still cry, 'More, more'" But when she hears no reply, she lets out a sigh as she watches the crowd disperse The man with the score, his body now sore, says, "At least I was well-rehearsed" Now when he's seen on the square, dull white in his hair, he smiles and says, "I'm just a player" The old woman stands with beads in her hands, and gives up a prayer ©2001 A. Ray. Annabel Is Her Mother Today (ASCAP).
8.
I Wanna Be Your Dog I wanna feel like dying everytime you call my name And not worry if you've been calling someone else the same And not wonder who or what came before me I wanna rest peaceful by your side at night And not think about where you go in daylight And not question who or what shares your love But I'm too bright for that And you're not right for that And I'm too weak to try And you're too dumb to lie And there's all that shit you gave And I've got face to save Damn this reason of mine ©2001 A. Ray. Annabel Is Her Mother Today (ASCAP).

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The music scene today is in need of a singer/songwriter like Amelia Ray. In an age where successful female artists are either in the folk genre or over-produced divas, Amelia Ray is her own entity. >Her latest CD - "Mr. Gibson Scores Again" - is her breakthrough.

Completely written, produced and performed by Ms. Ray herself, this disc is a tour de force of deep, soulful vocals, clever lyrics and skilled musicianship. Ray shows she is able to play most of the instruments with amazing ease.

If you have heard Amelia's early work and perhaps passed her off as another folkie, listen again. Her early work may sound a bit homemade, but her lyrics cut deep, and her music is edgy enough to beg for the accompaniment of a good electric guitar and funky bassline. However, with "Mr. Gibson", Ray has not only topped her early work, she has taken her music to a different level.

From the free-spirited romantic ditty "Iberian Girl" to the politically motivated "Whosyerdaddy?" to the lyrically brilliant opus "Sam He Is" - Ray has proven herself as an artist who is ready to break away from independent status and gain some attention from those who take modern rock music seriously.

-Grant Costello, MyMp3Network.com

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released May 1, 2001

Recorded and mixed at Quantum Onion Studios,
San Jose, CA.

Songs composed, arranged, performed, recorded, and mixed by Amelia Ray (Annabel Is Her Mother Today/ASCAP).

©2001 Amelia Ray. All rights reserved.

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Amelia Ray is The Interpreter. Ray’s 31-year career has spanned the fields of music, performance art, film and humanitarianism. As a polyglot, Ray has spent decades contemplating how similar concepts are expressed differently linguistically across cultures. This research has permeated her artistic work, which includes numerous cross-genre compositions, performance pieces and a one-act musical. ... more

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