Amelia Ray

The Adventurer of Rock and Roll

ON (2008)

Amelia Ray: vocals, guitars, drum and synth programming, bass ("Heavy"), Irish whistle ("Heavy") 
Mari-José Estivariz: Bass, E-bow bass ("To Be the Thing You Forgot") 
Jorge Pérez: Drums
Alejandro Nieva: Saxaphone ("To Be the Thing You Forgot") 
David Starlight: Vocals ("Cigarettes and Coffee", "Heavy") 
Yoshi: Rap ("Blackberry") 

Recorded and mixed by Amelia Ray at Out of 3 Sigma Studios, Madrid. 
Mastered by Steve Turnidge at Ultra Violet Studios, Seattle 

Songs written, composed and arranged by Amelia Ray (Annabel Is Her Mother Today/ASCAP), except "Cigarettes and Coffee", (J. Butler, J. Walker, E. Thomas/Maxine Music Inc.) and "Blackberry" (Amelia Ray, Bertrand Giroguy/Annabel Is Her Mother Today/ASCAP) 

©2008 Amelia Ray. All rights reserved.


LYRICS

The Arsonist 

Come right in and take a seat
Let down your hair, put up your feet
Get ready to be entertained
Take part in a familiar game 

Don’t try to resist
For I am The Arsonist 

Just one shot, and you’ll be sold
Just two more, my name is gold
Count to three, embrace the stage
I think that we could make the front page 

Don’t wonder what it all is
For I am The Arsonist 

Now you’ve had a little taste
Sweat’s just running down your face
The whole world gonna see the light
I’d put you out, but the frame’s just right 

Don’t try to resist
For I am The Arsonist 

Heavy 

You don’t know how heavy it is
To be your everything all of the time
You seem to think we’re just fine 

First thing when I wake up in the morning
And the last thing at night
You’ve got to have your arms around me
Just wish you wouldn’t squeeze so tight
You talk a great deal of independence
But you sure don’t do it right 

There’s something hanging over my shoulder
There’s someone running ‘round my dome
You’ll find when are older
You’ve got to learn to be alone 

I know how much better it is
To be unfettered and detached, free to roam
But you needed a home 

Can’t get through a book or rent a movie
Can’t read the paper undisturbed
Every move I make you do it for me
Before I say a word
I would consider suicide
But my thoughts might be overheard 

There’s something hanging over my shoulder
There’s someone running ‘round my dome
You’ll find when are older
You’ve got to learn to be alone 

There’s something hanging over my shoulder
There’s someone running ‘round my dome
You’ll find when are older
You like to be alone 

Another Corny Love Song

This is gonna be another corny love song
But don’t you turn away
It doesn’t really last long
Just long enough to say
That you have saved my day from a bore
With your smile 

Here we are, now, see? The second verse of the love song
And so far, it’s OK
You can even hum along
Or just listen while I play
Hey, now, that’s the way! 

Soon we will be floating on a cloud of bright uncertainty
Succumbing to our bitter insecurities
Accusing each other of several different kinds of sure insanity
But for now, we’ll call it love 

Now we’ve reached the end of this corny love song
Did you enjoy your stay? 
I told you it wouldn’t last long
Just long enough to fray
Until she goes away
Like before 

To Be the Thing You Forgot

As far as rivers go, this is a dirty one
As far as people go, you’re a nerdy one
Dirty and nerdy, I’d swim in your river tonight 

As far as cities go, this is an old one
As far as bedrooms go, this here’s a cold one
Old and cold, I’d swim in your river tonight 

When the rain falls down on these silent streets
And you can’t be found to rock me off to sleep
Lonely, I’m crying, I’d drown in your river tonight
If only you’d come back and make everything alright 

Eldoret 

Don’t burn this building down
Don’t burn this building down
Don’t burn this building down
There are children inside
This has the trappings of another genocide 

This side has gone to war
This side has gone to war, too
This side has gone to war
Tell me, how many people died? 
This has the trappings of another genocide 

This valley blazing red
This valley blazing red
This valley blazing red
Tell me, how many mommas cried? 
This has the trappings of another genocide 

Don’t burn this building down
Don’t burn this building down
Don’t burn this building down
There are children inside
This has the trappings of another genocide 

This House

This house, this room
This bed where we both sacrificed too soon
One kiss sparked up the past
Turned a hot night into something that might last
And you said, “It’s alright” 
You said, “It’s alright” 
Still, I put up a fight 

We ran just like the wind
Chasing lightning, and back again
It seemed so evident
That we never, ever had a chance to win
And you said, “It’s alright” 
You said, “It’s alright” 
Still, I put up a fight 

We gave more than our share
Expecting nothing but what was fair
I came so close to tears
Not even you, alone, could suffer all your fears
And I said, “It’s alright” 
I said, “It’s alright” 
Still, you put up a fight 

This house, this room
This bed that’s now all dressed up like a tomb
No kiss could make it last
So we resign the pain to just part of the past
And we say, “It’s alright” 
We say, “It’s alright” 
No one puts up a fight 

Blackberry 

High-tech rain check
Dine alone, ‘cause you’ll be working over
Drive-thru, what’s new? 
You can send your emails from the sofa
Do you think I’m blind 

To your Blackberry lover? Sending SMSs undercover
Blackberry lover
Sending SMSs undercover 

Phone beeps, I’m sleep
Someone needs a lesson in discretion
You sneak, but you’re so weak
You eyes give away a sad confession
What’s on your mind? 

It’s your Blackberry lover
Sending SMSs undercover
Blackberry lover
Sending SMSs undercover 

Though you try to hide it
I can tell you’ve been fooling around
No, you can’t deny it
I found your phone bill lying on the ground 

Elle a chiné dans mon fone, je me suis fait griller
Je me faisais briller en ce mois de Février
J'avais oublié ce foutu Blackberry
Elle a fouillé tous les messages coquins laissant les blagues pourries
Et pour un simple oubli, ce jour la elle m'a dit
"Marre des SMS de tes putes de maitresses qui me réveillent en pleine nuit" 
Je me suis attiré plein d'ennuis, je n'aurais pas du
Car pour tout ce vice à l'heure d'aujourd'hui c'est ma femme que j'ai perdue 

Now I come home, you know
Thinking you and I could be alone
But someone else’s heels are in the hallway
Have you lost your mind? 

For your Blackberry lover
Sending SMSs undercover
Blackberry lover
Sending SMSs undercover 

Winner 

Been ridin’ this lonesome highway
Not so long at all
Trying hard not to think about
The many ways there are to fall
Been kicked around a lot, you know
But not enough to have the blues
I’m wondering how long it will take
‘Til I’ve paid all those dues
By all accounts I guess you’d say I’m still just a beginner
But, by golly, my momma said I was a winner 

I drink and cuss and smoke and sex
Gamble, steal and all the rest, it’s so
Sometimes you’ll do anything to keep from finding the straight and narrow
But living hard and dying fast is never in the plan
I just take what I can get, and try to do the best I can
Might wind up in Topeka, and have to turn tricks for my dinner
But, by golly, my momma said I was a winner 

If I confessed online to Benny, he’d call me a virtual sinner
But, by golly, my momma said I was a winner 

Unconditional 

I was lost down by the river
I took small steps to ease my pride
I did stare down at the river
Would have jumped in, and would have died
Were it not for the love that has seen me stripped and hollow
Were it not for the love that you show me in your eyes 

If you took down several notes
Of the stars and the river
You could chart a path to where you and I began
And if you did a little coaxing
Of the flow of the river
You could see where I stopped, and where I ran
Were it not for the love that has proven to be freedom
Were it not for the love that I hold here in my arms 

In the days of strange to come
You will hold my head when I am weak
If you said you loved me once
Then I know it was forever
So I don’t need to afraid to dream and cry and laugh and see and speak
‘Cause it’s not for the love that I show you every day the things inside
It is not for the love that I, everyday and everynight, walk…