Carnage Carnival

About
Lyrics

Track List

I was sitting on a couple of mostly completed hip-hop songs that I had recently demoed with Mickey Pickens (Black Jackalope). I’d also been sitting on a cinematic, instrumental piece composed by Justus Becker. I decided to use these songs to test out the publishing processing for a compilation, crediting each song to one of us.

Carnage Carnival is a mood. Four songs featuring eclectic collaborations by uniquely different Topeka artists. The EP is a mix of and journey through hip-hop, orchestral music, and spoken word. Features original songs by Topeka artists:

Black Jackalope
Justus Becker
Scurvy Rickets
Carlos Velez

1. Carnage Carnival (Blackjackalope feat. Scurvy Rickets)

Reflection got these people stressing
second guessing theyself
I always see you staring, I'd be happy to help
if you you could only just acknowledge,
You're a blessing, yourself
There'd be no need for this
Carnage carnival…

I see you staring at the air not caring
A crack in your armor needs repairing
Not sharing, tearing at the seems
Of the threads that keep us pairing
Bearing you down and I’ll fall in a heap
At your feet cause I can’t stop caring
Or daring to hope that this time around
We can talk, no tempers flaring
I see you caught the disease
A silent killer it seams
We cannot find a relief
If you cannot find it in me
If you cannot find it in me
Then let it be

See I been movin', runnin', on my way to get to you
Just to break your ego that's the only way to get to you
Told you I was fading slowly that did not mean shit to you
I feel alive when I'm by your side but I don't wanna speak to you
Like cool, cool, what do I do? I got lost all in your sauce
That's true, true, but what about you? You won't flinch to be a bitch
But who, who, who do I blame? When we both do the same old thing
I lose you, but I don't want to. but I don't see no other place for me

We think of ourselves, we lean on ourselves
We bleed on each other, we steal from each other

And we can go from sex, drugs, and rock n' roll
To something with a substance, feed your mortal soul
Look, I can stick to spittin' bout the icky and murder songs
But I'm just tryin' to tell you if you wit me we on to somethin'.

We think of ourselves, we lean on ourselves
We bleed on each other, we steal from each other

Movin', runnin', on my way to get to you
Just to break your ego that's the only way to get to you
Movin', runnin', on my way to get to you
Just to break your ego that's the only way
That's the only way

There's no need for this
There's no need for this
Carnage

2. The Sith Rises (by Justus Becker, with Scurvy Rickets)

(Instrumental)

3. The Hermit

He arrived at the beach, not sure what he expected to find.
Answers maybe. But to what question?
He thought of this place as where he came from.
A silly thought, but true.
Not born here, but reborn.

He looked down at the crab.
“What say you?”
The crab chittered a mournful reply.
The moon was red tonight.
Full and dull, but slowly brightening as it rose over the waters.

He wasn’t sure of the question in his heart.
His mind could not find it.
But he felt its pulse.

He knew the answer however.
It burned. It promised.
He feared it, as he loved it.
He knew it well, though it felt foreign, bizarre.
It was his birthright.
His comeuppance.
His fulfillment.

He’d worked, and suffered, and struggled, and arrived.
He knew what came next.
He hadn’t needed to make this excursion back to his rebirthplace.
He had left here in mind of what he must do, what he must get.
Now he admitted to himself, and to Scurvy:
“All that’s left is to have it all.”

The crab hunkered in on itself,
legs bending, pincers closing in over its head,
for the first time since he’d followed the Gray Man away from this beach,
afraid.