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The Syllable

by Monkey Typing Pool

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1.
Brenda's Car 03:37
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Autumn leaves fall, aerial abstract, Action-painted bright. Flashing pages, limbs and branches, Project a calendar of light. Riding in Brenda’s car I’ve never seen such fantastic colors… Riding in Brenda’s car From the bridge above the water, Silver in halide To analyze, spark peaks of firelight, Rushing, flowing data of tide. Riding in Brenda’s car (kaleidoscopic) I’ve never seen such fantastic colors… ( …still so…) Riding in Brenda’s car Brenda’s eyes are green and gold… (in a room…) Brenda’s eyes are green and go… (in the amber yard) Brenda’s eyes are green and gone… A million miles, the bluest eyes, The captain told us so. Gazing dazed from greenest grasses, Day-heavy clouds yawn, slowly set below…
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(Here's One I Bet You Wouldn't Want to Meet) In the Wild 02:33
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Here’s one I bet you wouldn’t want to meet in the wild The scent of raw meat between the politician’s teeth Slavering over a shivering child At home we find it best to try to keep them in line Some jingling coins and some velvety loins Makes them forget they’re already dying Oh Mr. Perkins, you’ve such a glaring white smile But don’t mind Jim, so secretive and grim You’ll have alligator shoes in a while... Here’s one I bet you wouldn’t want to meet in the wild With a sleight of wrist and the invisible fist He’s anointed the bank vaults in his castles in the sky Clipped wings and a nice little perch will be fine Yesterday’s news is covered up with rotting food You won’t smell it if you just keep on buying... Here’s one I bet you wouldn’t want to meet in the wild…
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Bury the Bell 03:32
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Bury the bell— What if it's ringing? No alarms, and no surprises… Lead in the well— What's that you're drinking? Raise a toast to your half-lives. Because…if I go further than others, it's from kicking the balls of those giants, so they fall by the side of the roadway. They think that their brains run so much smoother and then quote some asshole named "Dunning Kruger." Bury the bell— (sink sink sink sink sink sink…) What if it's ringing? (oh well) No alarms, and no surprises… Lead in the well— (drink drink drink drink drink drink…) What's that you're drinking? (so kool) Raise a toast to your half-lives. My GPS says turn right here (beautiful evening…) and drive off the cliff (you can almost see the stars) These pants ain't big enough for the both of us, so I'm wearing them—cover your assets. Forward! Full-speed, torpedoes and angels scattering, rushin' in fear from those snowflakes melting down. Everyone knows news is fake.
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The Wrong Eno 04:24
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Perfumes and strategies, and systems of bells… Plays based on nothing, magnets thrown down a well… Sibling assembling random tones by the hour… A hero to cabbies...engineered rhythm power. But which won’t switch at the transfer of fingers? This name the same evokes ghosts, a view lingers. As spirits are raised, drained, and summoned in praise, strains of puzzlement will quiz all present and still, this is it: The game of the curious surname that is Eno. There’s Brian and Roger, and Will, and Jim, plus the ghost we know as the father of traffic laws, the eminent William Phelps Eno: Pray name them correctly...or prove you a naive bambino! Semiconductors, mixing, Wurlitzer, too— Unembarrassed to work with that harmonica dude… Title and deed, indeed a season of flu… Used to blow the euphonium...could not drive but still you Will play the game of the curious surname that is Eno. There’s Brian and Roger, and Will, and Jim, plus the ghost we know as the father of traffic laws, the eminent William Phelps Eno: As spirits are drained, crazed, as tumbling strays pray, as Enophile connoisseur voices pile on as your… Bits flame if you name the Wrong Eno! (Did you get it? If not it’s exotic, but it’s not a set-up...) Please reform your poor form before we know (...thought, but a lot of what gets unknotted ought to be thought.) you’re a scam at your amateur plea, no… (Let it upset its setting, better bet it gets a guess then...) You’re a poseur who chose the Wrong Eno! (...vet it, or rot it: yes, it’s set, not stopped at bottom.) Play the game of the curious surname that is Eno. There’s Brian and Roger, and Will, and Jim, plus the ghost we know as the father of traffic laws the eminent William Phelps Eno: Pray name them correctly...or prove you a naive bambino! Random code set in bold Palatino… Going vague in a Vegas casino… Super placid in acid amino… No remorse quick divorce in old Reno… Beta decays: hooray, a neutrino… All aboard Stan’s old Ford Gran Torino… Fast asleep wearing cheap fake merino… Sing some lines whose words rhyme, end in “Eno”…
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Alchemic Neurotic 03:44
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Feel like a castle upside-down She is the icing on my crown Dark candles burning in my brain Black pooling wax, undying stain Wine is red, a serpent in a bed of twine Eats the egg, bound to make you beg and whine Alchemic Neurotic Alchemic Neurotic Sirenic Psychotic! At night she glistens like a sword I’m unpitched, drawn to her discord When every road runs into one No forking paths, nowhere to run Need’s north, a compass drawn forth and bound Casts magnetic bait, a line that’s drawn straight and crowned Alchemic Neurotic Alchemic Neurotic Sirenic Psychotic!
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Pretty at Night 03:11
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haze reflections rivers of light tiny stars Russian violet Prussian blue Pretty at night… glow clouds pass shadows’ light under glass sequins shimmer ultramarine Pretty at night… (around the corner) Pretty at night... (half a block away) I found a suitcase full of gems scattered in blackest soil, bursting into stars and fireflies that call to us in light. shine reflected sidewalks, streets, swimming stars splashing mirrored vanish in light Pretty at night...
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Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except for Me and My Money 04:10
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Let me tell you how it will be... All of you is microdecimals of me I am your alphabet, your omegavitamin All your base are belong the golden site I'm in Dare to tell me what you want me to hear Stuff my gullet with interest, if I lend an ear Weigh and measure, see where the marketvane leads Flow to my treasury, compounding interest breeds If a tree falls in a forest and it's unmonetized... What's the sound of one hand clapping...if it's cash-shy? Your value's like a cat in a Schrödinger cage You only live or die depending on the whim of my gaze You wanna take but you can't take until I Deign to make and bake an all-of-it pie One slice for me and—no slice for you Maybe after you're dead, we'll melt your bones into glue If a tree falls... If a tree falls... If a tree falls... If all the trees fall... (Here come the woodchipper!)
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Contrafact 04:29
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Whose words say their words must be true since fathers’ mothers’ fathers knew what’s old is new? Contrafact! Whose strength is such that if they please can lift their boots above their knees, mock gravity? While others weak with words must chase what their own mirrors will erase, much lower case… If dollar bills can multiply, flat pockets will subtract. Banks divide to add still more— Bro, do you even math? Whose bursting hearts will amplify their sparrows’ farts to trumpets’ cries, elephantine? Whose generosity declines to limn its limits, print so fine: count every dime.
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Dear Very 03:32
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Dear Very, Ask the time how the water knows— cavern or cloud— where to flow. I’ve carried a heavy light weighted with the night, with both my eyes dream-shut tight. I tried to reach for you, but I could not find the way. Dark distance, covering shadows, paving paths astray… So Very, Tell the time while sunsets fade its shine, but coarse, rough stones, walked, wear fine. Dawn crescent, dim horizon, night will fade and yawn. So long, memory moonlight— Dream a daylit song.
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The Pelican Directory 03:32
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Sinister Administer the brooch beneath the rose Dark minister No sin to serve the coachman’s guide, the crows Each curse, each spell, each pleading Each prayer, each hope, each bleating All anxious dreams festering, sprung in skyward trajectory All entries sequestered in the Pelican Directory! Clandestine And dressed in shadow, half-light, and in gray Dim moon in crescent Expressed in codes and graphs that chart the way Each trace, each line, each plotting Each compass point and knotting All maps and plans gesture, legends murmur his treachery All entries sequestered in the Pelican Directory!
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Study Rain 04:52
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Annotate the capstone and prepare— three days' walk, milk scattered cows. Sign your name on the shattered— Cart before, swept behind. March to grotto, banjo fence (Barrel a peck...) Who needs calamine? (...and the sugar of lead technology refines—) Air to blur and settle... Chimney-pots and slate removed (Under the old state who?) Depth and volume define— (desert and skies blue, undraw a sanded line) I can study rain. Whose face on the coin the ransom bought? (Signify to the water...) Civil twilight, resent the shadows (Testify to the ground.) Counterfeit the dictionary (Understate the frequency—) Bury armies, harvest fountains. (Who will beat, beat the drum?) Testified to the puma—(understate... I saw Montgomery wince. (under the old... Nail the wind to the water, (under the old state... Tie the flame to the ground (who?)
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Victorian Photographs 03:45
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Falling, Falling 04:22
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Pardon me (he said)—my flaming hooves have set the carpet on fire. Have sympathy instead—I am used to temperatures so much higher. Since I’ve fallen, they hate and despise me more than rain on a wedding day, but don’t hope you can help to revise me— No hope in hell that I’ll just go away. Out in the yard, she is gardening and tasting some unknown fruit. Dropping her guard, undisheartening some salesman in snake-oiled boots. Well I know I know when I’m dreamin’ and what’s in my tree and such, if it’s high or low or broke even, and which branches make a good crutch. Sorry, madam and Steve, you’ll be needing to leave— No it’s not just the rent or the garments forwent… It would seem that we're falling, falling, falling… It's the inevitable calling, calling, calling… Still me and you, we are nobody’s fools. Dominoes blink, the clock goes blank, and silos’ eyes open wide. ‘Shipping this brink, we flock in ranks to mass and flow, whirled in whirlwind tide. Such joy and freedom, unrooted, thought we’d never, ever be free. Hear our songs, our glory saluted in rainbows of brute gravity. So I think you’ll have guessed with whose presence you’re blessed— All those fates cast to winds and which answers are wins… There’s no question we’re Falling, falling, falling… Sorry nobody’s calling, calling, calling… From on high, we are falling, falling, falling… Can’t touch that dial, no calling, calling, calling… Still me and you, we are nobod—
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Reception 12:54
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In a quiet room, windows open, wind blows cool across my chest. A woman walking like a breeze all in white on rainy streets. Animal voices on the wind Don’t cry, lily of the day Overseas broadcast coming clear Don’t fear, lily of the night Messages pass on wires Invisible dove Secret pulsing energy. Echoes in the wind, blinded god, an empty train on rusty tracks. Whispering voices on radio Don’t cry, lily of the day Electrical wire, crowing birds Don’t fear, lily of the night The sound, I touch it. The window, Letting in the rain. Cool hands are clasping, curtains waving, I hear the sound of distant seas. Light shines on the ceiling. She is waiting, emanating waves received. Shadows of trees shift in the wind Don’t cry, lily of the day Crackling static disappears Don’t fear, lily of the night * Note: "Harrier" is based on "Harry Houdini" by Wire, with altered/oddered lyrics

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THERE ARE NO NEW RECORDINGS ON THIS ALBUM. I have, however, remixed every track compared with previously released versions. The goal was to assemble an album that was most representative of my work to date, in the best versions I could muster.

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released January 12, 2024

All everything Jeff Norman, except as noted. Exception yields exit.

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Monkey Typing Pool Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Just one guy with minimal gear whose main goal is to produce songs that sound like things he wants to hear...which, for some reason, no one else has bothered recording yet.

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