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    Mr. Gibson Scores Again by Amelia Ray

    Mr. Gibson Scores Again

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    Released 1 May 2001 

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

    Songs composed, arranged, performed, recorded, and mixed by Amelia Ray

    Cover artwork by Justin Hanks

    LYRICS

    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 

    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 pas de mot ici    
    Para explicar a ti    
    If you'd trust me, you would see    
    Il n'y pas 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...  

    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"    
    It seems for a minute I may let her go,    
    And, 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    

    She can do better, if only you let her,    
    She's a go-getter like loma prieta,    
    Just like in the movies, she'll be all she can be,    
    See that 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  

    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    

    They say it's not so bad to run around    
    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

    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    

    Oh, St. John, who could save me?    
    Am I in need, or just lazy?    
    I like to believe there's a reason to exist

    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  

    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  

    I Wanna Be Your Dog    

    I wanna feel like dying every time 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 Amelia C. Ray/Annabel Is Her Mother Today (ASCAP)

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