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?

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.

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