Timeless Towns & Haunted Places


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It’s all over town that it’s on the news That you screwed up again and you’re gonna lose And it’s all in your house with your heater and lights That keep you warm during boring nights But what difference does it make? ’Cause it was more than you could take Anyway And it’s pretty clear that you Will have the Election Day blues Once again You know that you promised you’d see them there At your victory party, but you don’t care ‘Cause it seems that you are bound To always be pushed around Anyhow And it’s very clear that you Will have the Election Day blues Once again
You were your new mamma’s joy For a couple of minutes Then the fertility drugs kicked in The biological girl Said you were gonna be punished So you might as well sin And now you’re out the door In the pouring rain And you swear that you Will never be back again But you’re still in town In the local jail Because the mom you knew Decided to turn you in When you went to the store to Buy instant love But it cost too much So you stole it Well you can never pick favorites Between who’s been inside But that adoption could be aborted If she doesn’t say it You still know what she’s thinking From how her face contorted And now you’re on the way Hope your boyfriend’s home But he doesn’t want The thing that you need the most And you’re on the road In a stolen car Wearing stolen shoes That won’t walk you very far And you went to the store to Buy instant love, But it cost too much So you stole it
Side Effects 02:13
I got herpes from an airport bathroom ‘Cause they ran out of seat covers I got herpes from a man from France Who never knew me, we weren’t lovers I got the STD, but I never had the sex I’m hungover from generic NyQuil And my head hurts from a mugging My boss asks me where I’ve been, I don’t know So I say so, while I’m shrugging I got the STD, but I never had the sex Got the side effects, but no comfort from the drug Lost something I dug and it’s always haunting me I got the STD
I can play this piano hard Bringing pain to my joints But if you aren’t psychic What’s the point? I try to put it in words, Try to put it in song But it just doesn’t get through I might think of it in bed, Forget before it’s penned But it will never get to you If you aren’t psychic I will stop my stand And I’ll leave this dream And I’ll become a man All work and crying Wet and damaged hands Never really following All of life’s commands If you aren’t psychic If you aren’t psychic I can’t play this piano hard Bringing pain to my joints ‘Cause if you aren’t psychic What’s the point? If you aren’t psychic What’s the point? If you aren’t psychic What’s the point?
For You 01:48
I wrote the song for somebody else, but I changed the lyrics for you I found the key to keeping good health is finding something new And I looked into your eyes While your name was Jill I felt so ill when you died So ill when you died I sang for the wrong soft, silky face, but now I’m seeing the light I just needed a slight change of pace, and now I’m feeling alright And I shouted out your name While that name was Anne But you ran off just the same You ran off just the same
The art of packing isn’t judged based on what you bring But what you don’t forget Before you realize that you need it for something That hasn’t happened yet And there are lonely paintings in museums That are passed without a glance And there are lonely paintings in the world That never got a chance And I’ve seen paintings that won’t last too long, Shot to death by means of flash And if they hadn’t made art history They might not be so thrashed
Knife 02:14
I have a knife It isn’t sleeping I say goodnight Anyway Held in the night Softly reflecting The stolen light From the day So often I’ve been asked “Where you think you’re going, boy?” Now I finally know I have a knife It isn’t sleeping I say goodnight All the same Held in the light Softly reflecting I hear it call Out my name
Down a Hole 03:27
You’re dizzy You stumble around Who is she? You fall to the ground Just crashing Onto the floor Down a hole, down a hole That’s going over to the sea That’s in the well Beneath hell, beneath hell That always looks for a wish And there aren’t even fish to eat them It gave me What I had not had I’m crazy But not at all mad. Just laughing… And everything goes through a hoop As the world goes on through its loop Unless we jump the hoop and say That we will not just fade away Into the pore With your goals down a hole And never getting to the sea Not doing well Down in hell, down in hell Where you can watch your last wish Swallowed by lava fish that eat them No, we’ll go…
Millions of people Treat you like a god They ignore the evidence That proves you’re a fraud And as long as those people Ignore what they see Your show will go down in History Even though it’s not funny Since it’s made lots of money And it’s funnier with a laugh track On a mid-sized TV screen When you’re stumbling through innuendo And you don’t know what it means And you don’t know what it means Why don’t you just come clean? Millions of people All stand up and cheer Not based on what they see But on what they hear From the digital audience That laughs and guffaws In a manner as genuine As your fatal flaws But the flaws aren’t killing you But those who think it rings true Right now you look bad Call your post-production man He ought to come fix it As fast as he can
The mountain rolled across the town While I stared at your evening gown And the sky sailed across the sun Yet I could have been anyone And so I ordered some Pheromone cologne Pheromone cologne Gonna make you want me Pheromone cologne My old smell didn’t impress you And so I’m trying something new This scent will make you want to flirt This scent will make you lift your skirt With your senses blurred Pheromone cologne Pheromone cologne Gonna make you want me Baby, can you smell it? You’ll want what you can’t see You can’t even tell it Pheromone cologne
Dimly Lit 01:30
I found a little spot in the sun I stare right at it and no tears will run And it don’t care That I stare Nor does anyone They all let me have my fun In the dimly lit sun I found a little spot in a tree High up away from all the joy and glee And it’s a way That I can play And no one can see And if they could I’d still be free In the dimly lit tree And everything has a price So I’m willing to write a song in a small town in Scotland On a park bench dimly lit Even if I’m still jet-lagged in the morning And the song turns out to be shit Get back! And now I’m heading home on a plane Cramped isolation frays my tortured brain While they all sleep, I sit and weep That I can’t complain I don’t have enough disdain For the dimly lit plane
Rome 03:34
If we build Rome in a day today No one can ever use the cliché again And if we stay in dream while the empire wakes No one will have to pay for their mistakes If you end up lost in time today Trade your sundial for a watch to find your way And if the gods won’t work ‘cause we changed their names We’ll build a pantheon for who really makes our day And then we’re going down to the forum Wearing megaphone masks to reach everyone And we’re going to apologize for all the empire’s done When word got out that the empire fell It couldn’t have been true Now could never turn to then But then came Caesar and then more Caesars But we could start again Let’s try it again When word comes that the Christians are on the way We’ll lock up the art and let none of it escape And ensure that two thousand years from today Our descendants won’t be feeling too much shame
Sunburnt and bruised, you scratch to the door To tell the mailman not to knock anymore As the door cracks, the shadows break out But you can’t stand in shade as your nerve system shouts “Keep me in But set me free Please peel the skin from your body Then fan it cool And hide your arm Where nobody can do it harm” You always said you’d try anything twice Now your bald red head regrets rolling the dice To soothe your skin, you bathe in white paint Now you look like an angel, but just talk like a saint Who says “Keep me in But set me free Please peel the skin from my body So I’ll be here, Without alarm, ‘Cause nobody can do me harm"
Shadowcaster 02:17
It’s an ugly little sight When you fall from a building And see everybody else’s lives Flash before your eyes It was quite an ugly game When your hands moved light to look like fame But made all the selfish dreams you had As meaningless as your life And it was quite a sad story That you told of upcoming glory Before no one came to share your light Or shine a little on Oh, and then you disappeared I can recall it so clearly When your three friends found you that night They did not find you well The shadowcaster looked for light And found a fiery hell You got into a fist fight It was clear that you’d been drinking And that everything was all your fault And all useless lies It’s an ugly little sight When you fall from a building And see everybody else’s lives Flash before your eyes
All the sad people are waiting in line to read their poetry And they’re young, but they’re mad ‘Cause they can’t ride the horse That flies through the night when all the star-skewed lines link in harmony If you connect the dots As it ought to be done According to the people who named them Struggling to see how the stars made sense Because something Can’t be nothing How could nothing Simply leave us to waste time? But those waiting To read writing I was talking About in the beginning Are still standing in line They're still standing in line
They kicked Shakespeare out of school to make more time to teach you to consume That is all I could think of as I sat alone moping in my room Not knowing if it helps that I might see you there As I’m walking through this circus that thinks it’s a fair And the only thing I’m sure of is there’s a place where There are uncomfortable chairs that they charge you to sit in Something I’ve been in before They want to force kids to pray, but you can’t swear while crashing your canoe And sometimes you’re like that, but you admit it, smiling, when it’s true And maybe every movie is good, like you say And maybe every year contains mostly fine days And even if you’re wrong, I still don’t have to pay For the uncomfortable chairs that they charge you to sit in, And I will be in no more
They celebrated one year early Now that the time’s come it’s lost all meaning A megaphone with a mustache Is giving a garbled speech I only make out one thing There have been too many millenniums already Who can rule the world Forever And ever? Who can change the world Forever And ever? The prophet’s body is on the floor He’s holding the tool that led to his demise The pool of blood clots so oddly And makes a metric damn that Sings sweetly with doey eyes There have been too many revolutions already The dinosaur keeled and asked, “What did I do?” The hunched ape said to the lake, “Hey, who are you?” The computer erased its memory banks And asked, “Why am I programmed to give you thanks When there have been too many millenniums already?” I see the future in my sink, it always spirals there In always the same way The rain is pouring through the roof’s hole And straight down the drain And that’s how it will stay There have been too many millenniums already Who can rule the world Forever And ever? Who can change the world Forever And ever?
The Snow 02:55
The day the snow came It covered all the great white roses of the garden That are leaving for the great beyond, but they don’t belong there They belong stranded on this planet, providing beauty Until the snow melts and it drowns us to start a new thing We’re travelling down And travelling down And travelling down The river


Thirteen years in the making, NSPS's opus is finally semi-fit for human consumption.

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released January 7, 2014

Written, produced and performed by Jeremy Mathews

Deni Bonet — viola and violin on “If You Aren’t Psychic,” “Funnier with a Laugh Track” and “Shadowcaster”

“Furious” Joe Irvin — drums on “Election Day Blues,” “Abortable Adoption,” “Side Effects,” “If You Aren’t Psychic,” “For You,” “Down a Hole,” “Rome,” “Constellation Poetry” and “Uncomfortable Chairs”

Aaron Leitko — bass on “Election Day Blues,” “For You” and “Shadowcaster”

Mastered by Joe Caithness at Subsequent Mastering

Design by Janean Parker

Recorded at Sweet Pixie Studios, 1999-2013

Visit NSPS at www.nsps.net

© 1999-2013 Jeremy Mathews
Nutra Stick Productions • Salt Lake City, Utah

Unauthorized duplication is easy, but generally frowned upon in this day and age of dog-eat-dog capitalism.

Special thanks to everyone credited, plus Stephen ‘Stüf’ Coles, Dennis
Fano, Dave Howell, Lance Johnson, Nick Johnson, Naresh Kumar, James and Janice Mathews, Jessica Mathews, Sarah Morton, Steven Pecchia-Bekkum, Michael Rose, Brent Sallay, James Ruff, Luciano Marzulli Vargas, Rosa Vissers and everyone I forgot.


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