texas

by the matthew show

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about

One day in late 1999, I sat in a Dallas deli booth with my friend & hero Little Jack Melody, talking about our respective bands. I was throwing him some cockamamie fit of theory having to do with what I thought my band’s target demographic was, how hard it was to pick the Radio Song, and who knows what else. I don’t even remember. What I do remember was Little Jack dithering over his Reuben & chips and rather absently saying, "I don’t know, all I ever wanted to do was make an album I liked."

Strange as it may seem, this completely blew my mind. I had spent a little shy of a decade working so hard on the upward climb, so hard on winning over sports bar crowds, so hard on the rock-n-roll dream, that I had forgotten what it was that had made me want to write songs in the first place. I really wasn’t interested in rocking the house. I wanted to make an album I liked.

So as they say on the television, I busted up the band, cobbled together a studio, and proceeded to make... what? Well, it’s an album. It has fast songs, slow songs, songs with drums, and songs without them. There are guitars, household objects, sounds from the backyard, whatever I like. And lots & lots of melodies.

Interestingly, what came out of this project is a document of sorts. A document of my life to date. Dayjobs, gigs, self-important doormen, fear of hipness, whatever.

But truly, honestly, what you see before you is an album I like. And since everyone believes in their own good taste, I happen to think you’ll like it as well.

credits

released September 15, 2003

matthew - vocals, guitar, bass, percussion, saxophone
Jeff Simms - drums, backing vocals
Paul Shapera - keyboards, drum programming
Reggie Rueffer - violin
Brad Williams - organ
Little Jack Melody - fretless bass
Nancy Giammarco - backing vocals
Dean Hall - backing vocals
Michael Montgomery, Jeff Simms, Margaret Henley & matthew - drunken game of Quarters

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the matthew show Fort Worth, Texas

the matthew show's songs are acclaimed widely, as is his podcast series The Band That Never Was, a merging of story and song. He has been featured on NPR & PBS. He served as reader and composer for the Bonneville Stories audiobook by Mark Doyon, and co-produced Beth Brown's debut album I'm Not Matthew. He is also half of Ah Pook the Destroyer. ... more

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Track Name: Theme from texas
(written by the matthew show)
Track Name: Bring Me Safely Down (being The Ballad of Shithead Jackson)
(written by the matthew show)

I will be there when all your gypsy days are done
I will be standing by the stage at night to help you sing your songs
Sing out along
Give me the will to carry on
Give me the strength to sing my songs
And I will never be alone
And I will never be the one
Who always finds you there alone and tired
When all along you were the only one I admired
Bring me safely down

This flyover town is such a crappy place to be
I need a rock and roll location for my rock and roll dream
What does it mean
This path that leads us to our beds
Our greatness waiting till we're dead
And I will never be alone
Bring up that melody so strong
That I can scarcely hear the words or music
The voice it lent itself you long ago, now use it
Bring me safely down

You're smoking up your mind
You've abandoned common sense
And you're afraid to let it out
All that natural-born pretense
And you do wear those clothes so well
That tell the whole world what you think
Yeah, you're cranking up that velvet
While you're smashing all the pink
Into a memory
A precious memory

Are you the blade that will cleave our common foe
Do you feel man enough to try what I feel man enough to know
It's painted gold, but it won't roll your 20 when
Your sagging eyes are growing dim
And I don't want to be alone
Or see you dragged down by the stone
Into a middle age that you see coming
It doesn't give a damn for you
So keep on running
Bring me safely down
Track Name: Old Enough
(written by the matthew show and Jeff Simms)

When you were young, you mapped the sun
And all its features swirled about
And now you stand, Ph.D. in hand
With no one to acknowledge it
But I for one, I see that sun
And I will help you follow it
'Cause you're not done yet
And you're not having fun yet
And you are much too young
Old enough to grieve about your life

A father and his son, playing in the sandbox
Potential lying everywhere
But away melt the grains, to sweep away the pain
Of all the things that might have been
And I for one, I am that son
And I ask for it back again
'Cause I'm not done yet
And I'm not having fun yet
And I am much too young
Old enough to grieve about my life

There's still a chance to come around
Track Name: Office Suite, Part I
(written by the matthew show)

I'm fighting elevator shock coming upstairs
My bathroom's got a spot in the tile floor
Wonder what the mailer daemon threw away
An order for the Pokemon Yellow, fucking yay
The stapler is an inch from where it used to be
Bastard's gonna lose a hand if he crosses me
Priority message from my boss's tweaks
Change everything you've done for the past twelve weeks
The window is open not five feet away
That moth's flown in and out nearly three times today
The breeze blows freely through my hair, but
The stapler's not moving, bastard better be prepared

The doors stay open but the seats stay filled
The monkey bars are lonely and the people stay pilled
The site is taking shape for the prison yet to build, and
The doors are wide open but the church stays filled

I remember once upon a time as a boy, I
God dammit, what the hell is that making that noise
If the kid wants a refund, who am I to tell her no
And get her mother on the email and her father on the phone
Someone jacked the printer paper, where'd you put it now
If you leave it where I put it, who's the fucking bastard now
No coffee in the break room, where'd my network login go
If you touch my fucking Dilbert doll, I'll break your fucking nose

The doors stay open but the seats stay filled
The lid is childproof, but the people stay pilled
The price has gone up for the prison yet to build, and
The doors are wide open but the church stays filled

The wristband is tight where the velcro meets
Yeah, carpal tunnel sucks, but I'm never on my feet
If the meeting could last just five minutes more
My brain would atrophy and I would melt into the floor
Those hackey-sacking tech fucks made me spill my drink
Garlic bagels in the hallway, now my office stinks
Don't know if I can make it the seven hours more
They can't make it to my desk before I make it to the door

The doors stay open but the seats stay filled
The lid is childproof, but the people stay pilled
The price has gone up for the prison yet to build, and
The doors are wide open but the church stays filled
Track Name: Symbiotic Angel
(written by the matthew show)

Remember me
We shared the same hotel
On the field trip down to...never mind
It seems it's just as well
But you said you'd never fall away
But your symbiotic angel held the day

Follow me
Though you've never seen my face
Through the blood and sweat and steam of battle
That time cannot erase
You are not the architect of pain
And my symbiotic angel wins again

Soldiers' Creek
Down by that shady path
And a man and woman compromise
With each suspended breath
He says he'll never go away
And his symbiotic angel says, "okay"

Dreamers dream
Console the remaining mass
Find the words to make the most out of
The completely meaningless
But what can I do to fall away
From my symbiotic angel far away
'Cause I never said I'd feel this way
For my symbiotic angel far away
Track Name: The Roof Is Leaking
(written by Phil Collins)
Track Name: Office Suite, Part II
(written by the matthew show)

For a copy of the lyrics to this song, please send a picture of a motherless goat to matthew@thematthewshow.com
Track Name: The Loneliest Boy In Toyland
(written by the matthew show)

You like talking, but you won't quit
You like Bob Dylan, I don't give a shit
You're like a camel who's waiting for a bigger needle
And try as you might, you won't be the fifth Beatle

But oh, you're not important here
And oh, yes, oh, yes, you'll go downtown
They know your name, they know when to throw you out
They know you'll never change
When change means you are

(why's it gotta be your way)

Broken by the chains of the rock and roll shades
Of the need to be the party favor boy toy renegade
Can't say no to the ladies when they're gonna pay
Your way, your way

Look at you, you'll be the loneliest boy in Toyland
Why do you do what you do to be the loneliest boy in Toyland

So you've found the floor of the well
It tastes like failure and stinks like hell
It's got nicotine walls and linoleum floors
And "Judas Priest Rules" on the back of the doors

But oh, you've got your premise made
Never enough to pull at your centigrade
Get on down to the flesh fair body trade
We know you'll never change
'Cause change means you are

Broken by the chains of the rock and roll shades
Of the need to be the party favor boy toy renegade
Can't say no to the ladies when they're gonna pay
Your way, your way

Why do you do what you do to be the loneliest boy in Toyland
'Cause pretty soon you'll be the onliest boy in Toyland

And I know you don't want the government stealing all your melodies
Grimlock's Dinobots stomping on the Kennedys
Tin foil hat doesn't cover your extremities
Anyway
And your fingers go when your mind says stay
Track Name: Mountaintop 4th of July
(written by the matthew show)

So it seems I've made the scene
I'm underneath the bone machine
The dreaded rasta, he lets me in
Armies thwarted again
But I still see the sign of my mountaintop 4th of July

It's very important how this works
You don't give your kind bud to the jerks
Slowly let the smoke rise from your lips
The ash it glows upon the crimson tip
But I still see the sign of my mountaintop 4th of July
I knew everything would be all right
And I'll sleep warmly tonight

I'm gonna mystify the ancients
And keep Phil Collins in my sack
Or do I underestimate the dangers
Of giving gatekeepers the facts
No, I still see the sign of my mountaintop 4th of July
I knew everything would be all right
I'll sleep warmly tonight
Yes, everything will be just fine
Won't you give me a sign

Your anime, your Betty Page
Your Bob Dobbs, your skater rage
Will not prevent your mind from closing in
And your Coltrane/Davis feeding trough
Will not prevent your writer's block
There's oh, so many ways to be brought in

Well, I've made it out alive
Through the doormen and the wives
My hand is stamped, you know where I've been
Off to seek glory again
But I still see the sign of my mountaintop 4th of July
And everything will be all right
I'll sleep warmly tonight
Yes, everything will be just fine
Won't you give me a sign
Track Name: Reprise
(written by the matthew show)
Track Name: Union Station
(written by the matthew show)

JFK died not a half mile from here
You can still see the plaza when the weather is clear
I can give you directions or take you right there
On the bus down to Union Station

It's an old town, it's a young town, though it's long left the stork
And it hopes and it prays it'll become New York
O say, can you see the East 35 fork
On the bus down to Union Station

Union Station, the keys to the kingdom
The jewel in the crown, we're open all season
All the black ones and the brown ones and the ugly white women
Take the bus down to Union Station
On the bus down to Union Station