MUSIC FOR AUTISTIC PEOPLE (2005)

Released 1 August 2005 

Amelia Ray - vocals, acoustic and electric six- and twelve-string guitars, keyboards, bass, claps 
Dana Kelly - drums (1-5,7,9-12), bongos (9), shakers (4), clave (11) 
Jon Herington - electric guitar and solos (3,9,11) 
Allen "qo" Robel - electric guitar solo (1), backing vocals (1,8) 
Hermann Lara - tenor and soprano saxophones (7,10) 
Elizabeth Odarley Morton - backing vocals (1) 
Christian Palomès - backing vocals (1) 
Jake Wood - drums (8) 

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

Music for Autistic People

Amelia Ray

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LYRICS 

Full-blown Ascension  

Cocky and loaded  
Never seemed a good combination  
Stubborn and nefarious  
Don't lead to happy times  
It doesn't take a genius  
To rule this wasted nation  
Just a pocketbook of platinum  
And a vast supply of simple minds  

With all the lies you've ever read  
Disguised as insight from the dead  
is there nothing you can't do?  

Who's gonna hold you down  
When finally you leave this ground?  
It's a full-blown ascension,  
It's another dimension  

You've been preaching to the masses  
That there's gonna be some revolution  
What the right hand doesn't show  
The left can never understand  
So how strongly we fight against our  
New-found destitution  
And you sit an wonder why  
Nothing seems to go as planned  

Standing here in limbo  
With my arms stretched out akimbo  
"This should seem like something new?"  

Who's gonna be around  
When judgment comes to your town?  
It's a full-blown ascension,  
It's the right of cognition  

You paved the faithful's wretched path  
They traded in the golden calf  
Now they all bow down to you  

Who's gonna wear your crown  
When finally you leave this town?  
This is full-blown dissension  
It's another dimension  

Who's gonna be around  
When judgment comes to your town?  
It's a full-blown ascension,  
It's the right of cognition  

Who's gonna hold your hand  
When shit starts to hit the fan?  
It's a full-blown ascension,  
There's no misapprehension  
It's your final perdition   

Jacob and the Women  

He came from a long line  
Of farmers' sons, living on livestock, bread, and wine  
As much as he tried to be an honest man  
You know the city takes what we give  
And even what we can't  

They all thought he was a harmless country child  
Taken by his charm and his sweet, seductive smile  
But they don't know they all share a place in his plans  
For the country boy has become  
A city man  

And they all fall down at his feet  

But even the world's best jugglers sometimes drop the ball  
And in the blink of an eye  
Down, down they fall  
When you place all your hope in the labyrinth of your lies  
You better hope you can remember the where, the what,  
The who, the when, and why  

'Cause they'll all fall down at your feet  

Scottsdale Divorce  

Don't leave the light on for me  
I'm sleeping in the other room tonight  
It might be too dark to see  
But I really don't feel it's worth a fight  
You were right  

When I called you back  
Said I needed reassurance  
It had little to do with you  

So go on, and leave me  
Go on, and leave me  
'Cause, baby, I've been untrue  

We tried the give and take  
But the past kept getting caught up in the change  
We skirt, we bend, we break  
And, yet, happiness seems ever out of range  
It's so strange  

When I said that I couldn't stand it any longer  
It had everything to do with you  

So go on, and leave me  
Go on, and leave me  
'Cause, baby, we are through  

I don't believe you've heard a single word  
I've tried to put across  
So I'll say it loud and clear  

Go on, and leave me  
Go on, and leave me  
get yourself free  
Far away from me  
Why can't you see that we weren't meant to be?  
If I told you I lied, baby, would you run away and hide?  
See, you don't need me  
Get yourself free  
Take the TV  
Why can't you see  
That I'm not the one for you?   

About a Photo  

How old could he have been  
When last you saw him, when last he grinned  
The way he did the day before...  

...You smiled, and lost a tear  
Being very careful not to let it smear  
And I was standing just about here  
Witnessing sincere  

But you rose to leave in such a rush  
It fell beneath the browning bush  
There's no way you could have seen  

What you left behind  
Is mine for the taking  
Don't mind, it's not worth time wasting  
It's my memory now  

When I saw you leave the grounds  
And do that skittish look around  
I thought I'd lost you, along with the truth  
But I noticed something fall aside  
The joy that you had tried to hide would nail you  
With me as sleuth  

So I shuffled past the monkey bars  
And there, beside your wet cigar,  
I found the naked proof  

What you left behind  
Is mine for the taking  
Don't mind, it's not worth time wasting  
It's my memory now  

You stood and smiled goodbye  
To the boy you used to be, the boy who cried  
Alone in his room at night, far away from Mommy's eyes  
Now, strong, and all of 15  
You spend your days wasting gasoline  
Favoring girls from dirty magazines  
To those you've seen  

You threw your picture towards the trash  
Your aim was good, but the wind was fast  
And you sailed right to me  

What you left behind  
Is mine for the taking  
Don't mind, it's not worth time wasting  
You're my memory now  

Nova  

Driving in my Nova, got the window rolled down  
Puke-green on the outside, the interior is brown  
Driving in my Nova, I can only go so slow  
Driving in my Nova all the way 'cross Mexico  

Pulled into a cantina just to get myself a beer  
El camarero asks me how'd I get that green thing here  
Talking 'bout my Nova, he wanted to know  
Why the hell'd I drive a Nova all the way to Mexico  

Well, he told me 'bout the trouble turning English into cash  
And how my pretty car was just a token from the past  
Most things will go unnoticed in the auto trade, pero  
No se venden las Nova en Jalisco  

Well, he told me 'bout the trouble turning pesos into gas  
And how the Burgos Basin would be taking care of that  
Most things will go unnoticed in the countryside, you know  
But they don't sell Novas in Jalisco  

Driving in my Nova when I hear a funny sound  
Pull over to el lado, and my Nova broke down  
Cursing out my Nova 'cause it just won't go  
I'm cursing out my Nova 'cause I'm stuck in Mexico  

Leaving for Tennessee  

It's late and the liquor flows like blood  
I'm not the only one who's shaking from the cold  
Inside the trees talk softly with the wind  
But we are separate beings, not at all like them  

I can't stay awake and watch you fall again  

"I'm tired of cleaning up your mess," she says  
I cannot believe you are not amused  
By me there's a telephone, a bible, a syringe  
Which one will I choose, which one will win?  

I can't go to sleep, 'fraid I just might fall  

Everybody has so much to say when their mouths  
Are full of alcohol, most of it's true  
If I could find one reason why  
I wouldn't want to stay with you  

I can't go to sleep, 'fraid I just might fall  

Silence Is Ashlee  

Silence is golden unless there's a lie in the air  
Then someone should speak up to cover the sound of the truth  
If nobody listens we all can pretend it's not there  
But six billion pairs of ears can be a hard thing to refute  
If you take my hand, I'll try hard to understand  

Oh, Ashlee, what are you saying?  
Those who believe you aren't the only ones paying  
What if you need me, will you know how to call?  
What if you opened your mouth to speak, and no one could hear you at all?  

Tina is talking, but no one is pulling her string  
Zoltar won't speak though we've dropped fifty cents in the hole  
No one gets too upset confronted by these little things  
We've learned how not to expect too much from objects that don't have a soul  
If you'd share your pain, I'd try hard to help explain  

Oh, Ashlee, what are you saying?  
The kiddies can't follow the notes you're playing  
What if you need me, will you know how to call?  
What if you opened your mouth to speak, and no one could hear you -  

Wind her up, put her down, watch her go, she'll do the rest  
Why don't you wind her up, put her down, where she'll go is anybody's guess  
But men have died for less  

Oh, Ashlee, what are you saying?  
The gig should be over, but mother's still praying  
What if you need me, will you know how to call?  
What if you opened your mouth to speak, and no one could hear you at all?  

House Arrest Samba  

I sit alone in a house full of shadows  
I sit alone in a house full of lies  
I sit alone in a house full of shadows  
I sit alone in a house full of flies  
I sit alone in a house full of shadows  
I sit alone in a house full of lies  
I sit alone in a house full of shadows  
I sit alone in a house of goodbyes  

I sit alone in a house full of shadows  
I sit alone in a house full of lies  
I sit alone in a house full of shadows  
I sit alone in a house full of flies  
I sit alone in a house full of shadows  
I sit alone in a house full of lies  
I sit alone in a house full of shadows  
Ever since you said goodbye  

Unrequited 19:46  

Now I lay me down to sleep  
Wishing I were there at your feet  
I would tell you how I feel today  
And wash your cares away  
This I could do for you  

Can I bathe you in my dreams?  
Can I dress you like a queen?  
If you'd say, "Yes," I'd be more than pleased  
To be there kneeling at your knees  
This I would do for you  

Kate Bush might have a better rhyme  
Could it be I am wasting your time  
Just like all the others standing in line?  
Will it take eternity for you to see  
What you mean to me?  
Should I cry? Should I die?  

I'll leave you with a melody  
To show you all the things you mean to me  
In case you are still unaware  
As I lie here playing with your hair  
This I will do   

Ready To Go  

Your lack of vision runs counter to my philosophy  
Your indecision is messing around with my high  
Why are you taking my heart for granted?  
Why are my feet still so firmly planted?  

When I know that this is soon to be the end?  
So I think I'm just about ready to go  

This sordid picture is losing all of its clarity  
The clock is ticking, but nothing's changing with time  
Why am I feeling like such a has-been?  
Why are you talking like Michael Madsen?  

I know that this is gonna be the end  
So I think I'm just about ready to go  

You could be miserable all by yourself  
Like you want to be  
I could be happier sitting alone  
Stressing just plain old me, me, me, me!  

Both so independent we still complain  
About truancy  
We speak of treatise, but we ain't talking at all  
Why do life's trouble's get so demanding?  
Why are you shaking like Custer standing?  

I know that this is finally the end  
So I think I'm just about ready to go  

This sordid picture is losing all of its clarity  
Your lack of vision is messing around with my high  
Tired of fighting 'bout brute semantics  
Think we work better as first dynamic  
Oh, I think I'm ready to go  
I might be ready to go  
I think Im ready to go  
I might be ready to go  
I think Im ready to go  
I might be ready to go  
I think Im ready to go  
I think I'm ready to  

Martha's Complaints  

All day long they're pleading  
"Could this be more fun?  
Someone is misleading  
We think you're the one  

We don't have the patience for  
Phrasings quite this long  
All these explanations  
Tangentially drawn"  

All day long she listens  
The words are all the same  
But who'll take the time, then  
To listen to Martha's complaints?  

He comes in a-crying  
"Glad this day is done  
Someone must console me  
I think you're the one  

Everybody's trying to  
Bring your old man down  
Come on, baby, hold me  
And turn up my frown"  

All evening long she listens  
He's a sinner, he's a saint  
But who'll take the time, then  
To listen to Martha's complaints?  

She stares at the ceiling  
"God, my head is reeling  
Someone should succumb  
I guess I'm the one"  

Stands before the mirror  
Things don't get much clearer  
Sits down in a chair  
And studies what she finds there  

All night long she listens  
To the voices soft and faint  

"There's a hole in the chair, and I can't stand my hair  
And the roof's caving in, and the dog's getting thin  
And I'd like to retire, or maybe get fired  
But then, if he falls ill, how will we pay the bills?  
And the children are grown, but they keep coming home  
And we try to save more, but it's money out the door  
I should think about sleeping as morning is creeping  
But if I don't give now  
Who will listen to Martha's complaints?"  

Songs written, composed and arranged by Amelia Ray (Annabel Is Her Mother Today/ASCAP), except "About a Photo", written by Amelia Ray and Cristina Villon (Annabel Is Her Mother Today/ASCAP)

©2005 Amelia C. Ray/Annabel Is Her Mother Today (ASCAP)