The Carnival Could Go No Further

by NSPS

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1.
Lazy Genius 02:38
Lazy genius, at home as we grow Living off the royalties from an old TV show Now he lets his influence lag With his hands in his crotch and the snack food bag You could change the world without leaving your house You could bait the cat if you would bait the mouse Lazy genius, why can’t you see That you’re killing you while you’re killing me? Lazy genius, why must you prove That the world spins around while it does not move? You could change the world without leaving your house You could bait the cat if you would bait the mouse
2.
I could be a better person than you If I wanted to If I had nothing else to do I would suffer through the sun-shiny day If I had a thing to say If I thought it mattered anyway You see several men attacking me Down the street, up the alley And you keep walking You feel chewing gum stuck on your heel This concerns you a great deal You stop and you peel it I would be a better person than you If my conscience knew If all the lies I told were true I would not pay what you say any mind If your words weren’t so unkind If my flaws weren’t so easy to find You see several men attacking me The middle one is quite sexy And you’d like to meet him You know nothing’s going on below Not much happening above You must be in love You would wait for me on the golden shore If it wasn’t such a bore If you didn’t treat it like a chore Then we’d disappear into the sunset If we were not so in debt If we weren’t both low on cigarettes
3.
America Said 03:15
There’s nothing you can do that can’t be photographed Then analyzed to a void before anyone has laughed But you might forget before reason stops your head If you’re too busy listening to what America said And the flies would attend choir with the birds But the invitations had some misspelled words Now the blue jays hunt the hiding flies Over the window sill Where old women chill Their homemade pies There’s nothing you can say that can’t be monitored Then filtered through devices that muffle every word Even the ones you say unknowingly while you’re in bed Awake and dreaming about what America said America said that if you be a good boy You can be anything that we want you to be But it was half misquoted, and it was mostly a ploy From the ones with the dream they don’t want you to see There’s no way you can act that isn’t paranoid On your deathbed wondering which part you most enjoyed Thinking about what you should have changed instead Of letting voices drown out what America said
4.
They came in fast, yet they came discretely You entered last, but entered completely And the words you sang were the words I sang to you The draft blew cold and the stage was creaking The crowd droned on, and their chairs were squeaking Peaking from stage right, you hoped they would hush for you The outcome neared, but it wasn’t certain You shook in fear as they drew the curtain And the music played, it was playing just for you Your act was short, the third verse was missing But you made it through via strategic kissing Had you asked for more, I’d have written it for you But you never asked, you just took what lay there To always be yours and forever stay there Till you ran away — was that exit meant for you? And the circus was in town And you asked if you could join them Still wearing your pageant gown As you pressed against the boredom But they never knew and they never could The greater pain of the greater good So they packed their tents and went on their way While you and the mud would forever stay You left it there till the final hour You left it dying, but it still had power And it cried in pain, it was crying out for you Just you
5.
Janean 02:44
Janean shaves the ice and she offers you a snow cone That is made from all the syrups, but it’s not a suicide And the sun shines upon her, then the storm clouds push and split it But it really doesn’t matter, ’cause it’s still there when it hides And everyone complains about the hot summer weather And everyone whines often when it’s cold Janean warms the milk and she offers you hot chocolate That is really some strange mocha, but you drink it anyway And the snow falls upon her, but she’s got a nice warm hat on So it weighs down all the branches as it brightens up the day And everyone rejoices for the warm, summer weather And everyone plays outside in the snow And everyone complains and then rejoices for the weather And for some reason it never quite gets old
6.
Metropolis 01:31
There’s a pendulum on the digital clock The town’s decoration with a really loud tock That wakes everyone 10 miles from the city But no one complains ’cause it looks so pretty And the satellite delivers them the time So they know it’s 4 a.m. and it’s a crime That they’re listening to the clock instead of sleeping There’s a monument to the new modern age With a Romanesque arch in a neo-Greco cage It’s holding up a thousand-watt speaker That keeps the town’s morale from getting bleaker And the speaker loops a message to the town Reminding them that they should never frown Or spend any of their public time weeping And no one can sleep ’Cause if they’re caught awake They will lose all their friends And have to find a new town That fakes the rain and takes all the snow And hides it somewhere no one ever goes And the satellite delivers them the time So they know it’s 4 a.m. and it’s a crime That they’re listening to the clock instead of sleeping
7.
I feel my soul diving in quicksand I see a hole filled up with thick sand And so I jump in with hope so low I’d be happy to sink if it were not so slow ’Cause my soul is diving in quicksand I see a pool — of course it’s a mirage And I’m a fool who’d charge toward a barrage And so I jump in with my head first Just hoping I can quell my amazing thirst But the cool taste turns to quicksand I feel my soul diving in quicksand I see a hole filled up with thick sand And so I jump in and take a breath So ready for my lungs to fill up with death ’Cause my soul is diving in quicksand
8.
Put up an umbrella and louden the rain Put drugs in my blood and quiet the pain But most of all, put a strawberry in my champagne You can say I’m foolish or quite insane Whatever you do, don’t call me plain At the crazy house, stick a strawberry in my champagne If you need a hero, I’ll take the reins Just promise my death won’t be in vain And before I ride, you’ll put a strawberry in my champagne
9.
Your home is a hospital And you aren’t ill at all Yet take pills to heal Your bed is always so sterile And I’m covered in filth And can’t share your meal Lights-out comes before sunset Security I’ve met Chased me with a net I was lost in the halls And I couldn’t read the arrows on the walls The new widow cried And the door I guessed took me outside If the hours were less strict I’d pay you a visit And sneak you a cake But your home’s an intensive care ward And I am a coward Who can’t even bake
10.
The lights all dimmed on us So they could shine on you But you couldn’t quite figure out what you should do You really looked the part Never too short or tall But you never could say that you gave it your all We took the private jet So you could spend the cash And while we partied you sat hoping that the thing would just crash We were the parasites And you would let us feed Because you had plenty everything you didn’t need You really looked the part Never too short or tall But you never could say that you gave it your all
11.
Your Worth 02:31
In the bathroom again, this time at the office Hoping nobody asks where you are You know you can’t quit, but you hope you get fired Still you fear your career will go far You’re singing along to the voice that you’re hearing Until you realize there’s nobody there So you run outside and you shout at the marquee Until it tells you to go whine elsewhere You zip up your backpack and get in position To start your bid for the Olympic games But the bomb in the village would leave people crying And your bronze medal would rust in the rain The children are daunting, the playground is haunting And you cannot step a foot in the hall So you’re dancing alone inside the little girls’ room Doing a pirouette for the stalls You know your worth You can paint it in pictures You wrote the book But never typed a thing It’s just the memory Of the life that is gone Although you know It never went away
12.
About Me 04:04
I’ve been floating around the town In a hundred different memories that cannot pin me down I’m atop the obelisk I rustle the tree And you are thinking about me There was always something I really couldn’t say That held the explanation of why I slipped away Well, now I’m done slipping And you still can’t see Why you are thinking about me I might have joined the circus, or I might have drowned The world was but a nuisance, in sight and in sound In the stench of the subway The heat on the street And you’re still thinking about me You’re still thinking about me Up the stairs and through the corridor, you offered me a cure I promised you I wanted it, but you still can’t be sure ’Cause I was the lightning bolt And you were the tree And you’re still thinking about me I’m not shrinking And you’re still thinking about me
13.
She never wrote you a love song But for the past six weeks she’s been Writing her manifesto She can’t let it go And you can’t see the floor through the pages Of everything that she hates about you And her list of your crimes through the ages Is about 80 percent mostly true You never said you were sorry Which she’s taken to mean that you aren’t, And therefore must be punished While she gets published And you can’t see the floor through the pages Of everything that she hates about you And the philanthropy of your agents Can’t outweigh the bad deeds that you do Can’t see the floor through the pages Of everything that she hates about you And the list of your crimes through the ages Is about 80 percent mostly true
14.
Monotone 07:13
I’ve been at the piano for a couple of days playing the same note And to me it sounds as good as any melody anybody ever wrote And the second tick’s the metronome vibrating the dust on the other keys But I cannot write it down, despite all the commissioners whom I must please And the full score will be due in a day or two for the musical But to stop playing that G would be like denying me my pharmaceuticals A cat can only be alive and dead at the same time if it does not exist And that’s obvious to everyone except for the world’s smartest scientists But my new tune could revolutionize the way people hear, if they’re listening Then we’ll go repaint the whole Louvre as a canvas that’s smooth, white and glistening And I’m beginning to fear that I’ll always be here with my monotone And no one will come around to enjoy what I’ve found in this constant drone And I’ve been in here for years and I still can hear my monotone Interrupted by one thing: just the unanswered ring of the telephone

credits

released July 7, 2017

NSPS is…
John “High-Road” Howa
Jeremy Mathews
Sarah “Spark-Plug” Morton Taggart
Steve “Not-So-Naïve” Taggart

Featuring kind guest appearances by…
Sid Gold — congas on “Being a Better Person”
B.C. Sterrett — singing saw on “Lazy Genius”

The NSPS love child is William Stirling Taggart

Written and produced by Jeremy Mathews, © 2008-2016

Recorded at Sweet Pixie Studios, Salt Lake City, Utah
Mastered by Joe Caithness at Subsequent Mastering

Illustration and lettering by Sarah Morton Taggart
Photos by Janean Parker

Special thanks to Brent Sallay for the use of his mixing room
and his input

Thanks to Eilidh Billie, Mark Billie, Alana Boscan, Brad Bunnell, Stephen Coles, Zara Dawn, TJ Fogelsanger, Sonia Hernandez, Yuwen Huo, Nick Johnson,Naresh Kumar, Aaron Leitko, James & Janice Mathews, Jessica Mathews, Janean Parker, Michael Rose, Tara Sanchez, Adam Tye, Jeff Thompson & Will Sartain

For David Fetzer (1982-2012) & Craig Froehlich (1971-2008)

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