STANDIN' IN THE RAIN

I'm in the middle of the night,
night came in town and
it drove away and then it drove,
drove away.

She said she's burning alive
but now it's too late,
she wants to survive,
and I know she's fade away.
She's fade away.
Sweet, the days of wine and roses
are gone.

    Everynight makes me wonder
    why I can't find my way,
    white lights in the rain.
    Everynight makes me wonder
    why I can't love your face,
    white lies in the rain.

I'm in the middle of the night,
I got my ticket
for the Torment's bar,
I have a brand new liver
ready to sail.
I always thought that
it could change,
sometimes I want to burn it down,
but I'm gonna do it
on every chance.
It never rains, but it pours!

    Dirty minds, dirty sheets,
    dirty angels to take care
    shakin' and shakin' my head.

    There's nothin' happening at all
    but I think this life is better
    and I'll never try to get up
    when the bottle lets me down.

    Everynight makes me wonder
    why I can't find my way,
    white lights in the rain.
    Everynight makes me wonder
    why I can't love your face,
    white lies in the rain.


LOLITA


Since you left town
the clubs close down.
Night is not the same,
girls are not the same,
the clubs close down.
Now you dress like a lady,
you're going up.

Why do we feel so bad in a place
where the sky was so close
we could taste
your nice nice breath.

    She's so fine, never get her.
    She's so fine, never get her.

Lolita, todos te echamos
mucho de manos
ahora que te fuiste,
nada es lo mismo.
We remember you, babe, the fire girl.
Before you were our neighbor,
now you're the queen.

    She's so fine, never get her.
    She's so fine, never get her.



FEAR AND LOATHING IN L.C.


You felt I was driving too fast,
though the bends are dangerous.
But you enjoy the risk
and let yourself go away.

When the road was straight and tired
and you reached the maximum speed,
you remember the rivers we drank,
madmen stepped aside of the road.

    Looking for what to do,
    the new adventurers have lost.
    Looking for what to do,
    they've been walkin' all around.

Many dead cats
on the side of the road,
many pale faces we saw.
Those languid-eyed girls waiting for
a sign of love, a sign of sex.

The journey ended
just like all the rest,
but the two friend
didn't lose their shyness.
We are the adventurers, we've lost,
we've been burying our pain down.

    Looking for what to do,
    the new adventurers have lost.
    Looking for what to do,
    they've been walkin' all around.

You know we shall try again
but you don't even know
what happened
and no one is gonna help you,
is gonna help you.


ONE HUNDRED GUNS


Who killed my mun?
and who killed my dad?
You don't understand my mind,
why I'm back again.

Don't worry babe,
I'll help you with the last goodbye.
Welcome to my new club,
Welcome to gun club.

    The Gun Club.
    I was born,
    born to die.
    One hundred guns.

You could shout
to the cold western winds,
buy you weren't happy
putting him in his place,
you had to shoot his face.

The sun will come up soon,
I'll look at you and you'll be gone,
birds cry now,
everynight they do so.

    The Gun Club.
    I was born,
    born to die.
    One hundred guns.

    Aim, shoot and run.
    Aim, shoot and run.


LORD'S CONSCIENCE


He's done nothing wrong
but he's been chased.
A procession, followed by an easter
of masked men.

They hold crossed
and embroidered chest,
you will never see it
on that street.
The truth is he's dreaming
unless the whores
start dressing in black.

Lord's conscience
will stroll among us.

Pay your ashfire, burn the living
with their golden plates.
You want heaven, it's more than
just a wish , Man, Don't Forget.

Lord's conscience
will stroll among us.

The Dead revise the bible
at the altars,
the nuns kiss saints.
Flowers grow
in their intimate parts,
they walk down the stairs
like whores.

That's the season
of the light,
It's time for the news.
He's doing it so badly,
he had only eyes for the bonfire.

Lord's conscience
will stroll among us.


WHAT'S GOING ON ?


They told me how to do it,
they taught me the proper way
but I'm sure
I'm not going to shoot,
I'll never do that.

I took the right position,
my hand was on the trigger,
and I'm sure
I'm not going to shoot,
I'll never do that.

    Oh, oh, oh, there's no time.
    Oh, oh, oh, I feel so tired.
    Oh, oh, oh, they want control.
    Oh, oh, oh,
    the sun shines bright in my mind,
    I need to know that
    I'm still alive.

Freezing winds feed my fear,
red lights raid across my home
but I'm going to try
to stir up the mire.

    Oh, oh, oh, there's no time.
    Oh, oh, oh, I feel so tired.
    Oh, oh, oh, they want control.
    Oh, oh, oh,
    the sun shines bright in my mind,
    I need to know that
    I'm still alive.

    You can't buy me,
    I don't care what you pay.
    I saw them die,
    they were my friends.
    What's going on?


LIVING WITHOUT SEX


Do what I want,
I know you'll like it.
Babe, don't you holler, darlin',
don't you bawl and shout.

Your eyes seem so scared,
your hands are so excited,
these fears are killing you, girl,
'cause you're living without sex.

Without sex, living without sex.

Nerves made of steel,
the Big Dirty Angel,
don't turn out the lights, babe,
let yourself go tonight.

Girl, don't be afraid,
there will be no tears tomorrow,
now the present is the Game.

Without sex, living without sex


WESTERN WINDS


Take me where I can't hear
the whispers of those who wait,
where rivers of red spirits
make me dream under skin.

I'm getting rich
in a without meaning time,
where's my way, where's my way?

You don't pay your taxes,
and you don't pay the pills.
It's not enough a reason
to give thanks to god?

I've been bought
like a bargain in a shop,
where's my way, where's my way?

     Don't get home too soon,
     selling lies everytime,
     everytime.
     Don't get home too soon
     selling lies everytime.

If you still want to know
where you can catch that train,
the black man is going to
put you out on the streets.

This Sunday morning
I want to stop drinking.
I see the lights,
the lights of Hell.

     Don't get home too soon,
     selling lies everytime,
     everytime.
     Don't get home too soon
     selling lies everytime


COMING TO THE TOWN


Give me a coin for a telephone call,
I've been wasting time for so long.
I tried not to slow down
but old hopes knock at my door,
I can't stand your crazy dreams.

Hey girl, what do you say,
runnin' around, banging my drum.
Summer rain, oh where are you?

    Now I try
    coming back home.
    Death is on the back
    of your hand,
    One, two, three, four ...
    Coming to the town

There's a shadow in your eyes,
don't let the smoke kill your smile.
Only a few days of my life
you make me feel really good
and now, it's no time for a cry.

Hey girl, give me your hand,
we can cross the country soon.
Breathe slow, ready for the road.


    The old man
    is sleeping forever.
    Death is on the back
    of your hand,
    One, two, three, four ...
    Coming to the town.

    Don't leave me alone,
    there's nothin to lose.
    This night
    I don't want to believe,
    One, two, three, four ...
    Coming to the town.


AFTER ALL THIS TIME


You came back yesterday
with the storm,
I was so lonely.
And you didn't telephone me,
you preferred not to explain yet;
and now, sitting on the floor,
it's funny, I feel down
but I'm writing you a song.
I can't drink you off my mind,
I can't believe but it's true.

   After all this time
   dreams are falling through.
   After all this time
   I can't give you more,
   all this time ...

In my car you say we have to talk;
a current ran up my back,
and suddenly I need a drink
sliding down my throat,
maybe you need it too.

   I can't cover up my fear

   but you can't feel it,
   I think I know,
   because you don't look
   look at my face,
   You don't look at my face.

   After all this time
   dreams are falling through.
   After all this time
   I can't give you more,
   all this time ...


NEIGHBOR'S GIN


My empty house is swimming around,
an earthquake breaks my glass of gin.
Cutting crystal pumps some fresh air,
the terrace is about to throw me away
from my skin.

I crossed the window I stumbled over you,
you're supposed to be lying dead,
but you're only drunk,
Neighbor's gin.

You were so pretty, you were so drunk;
stupid husband, you should have been there.
Lying on the carpet, spitting some growls,
we've been drinking from a broken cup.

We crossed the window bound for my house,
we were supposed to have fallen down,
Neighbor's gin.



THE AMATEURS

Jose Andreu:
voz, guitarra eléctrica y acústica,
bajo, mandolina.

Miguel Fuentes:
guitarra eléctrica, slide, armónica.

Luis Sama:
batería y percusión.

Fernando Abargues:
bajo, coros.


Producido por Rafael Luis.


Todos los temas compuestos
por  J. Andreu y  M. Fuentes
y arreglados por The Amateurs.


Solo en 'Fear and loathin'
de Rafael Luis.

Teclados de Mario Gil.

Lecciones de ingles de Joe Cabo.

Grabado en los estudios Reactor,
de Madrid, en marzo del 89.
Técnico de sonido Luis Martínez.
Master Digital en Kash Productions.


Diseño de Elias G. Fuentes.

Fotografía de contraportada de
Kike LLamas.
Fotografías interiores de
Luis Hevia.


Usamos amplificadores Marshall,
Gallien Krugger, Peavey y Trace
Elliot, instrumentos Fender,
Ibanez y Yamaha y batería Pearl.

Gracias a Luis, Olga, Adolfo, Lely,
Isaac (Pitu), Manolo, Aldamunde,
Elias, Toni, Cecilia, Azcarate,
Paco, Divi, Viti (M.Marcos),Charly
y Gusmovil, Rafa y Mario.
También a nuestros padres, por su
apoyo.