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