Norton Critical Edition

by Trochee Trochee

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Angelika nosebleed, what are you doing to me? Taking me out of the movie we came here to see. The lobby’s full, and I’m here hiding in the bathroom stall Placing a call to my mom. Was never one to underestimate a parent’s eye for symptoms. Angelika nosebleed, what are you doing to me! There’s time, there’s time, there’s always time To go and see another one, There’s time, there’s time, we all got time To hit another theater up... But Moviepass says, “You can’t see the same film twice. Sorry, Kyle, you only get one try.” Angelika nosebleed, what are you doing to me?
Super Power 03:26
The leaves are crunchy, early onset reddening. The summer’s breaking, train commutes are doubling. Full-time’s hard, “but the new spot’s got a yard.” How you wish he knew you - you’d be fine just keeping inside. The lobby’s buzzing. Where do all these people come from? And what art could possibly be so good to make them speak the way the speak to you? If they’re just visiting, well why are you staying? A quiet close, so surely they all know You’re as good as sleeping. You’re back in bed already. The 3 is stalled and sweaty, and you finally feel ready. Super Power is empty at this hour. Pre-blended pina coladas sit and go sour. Paris, take me. Lyon, take me home. Brigitte, Jean S., go where you’ll breathe easiest.
On the day before you came aboard as student supervisor, The bastards in HR all gathered me and my fellow student workers And they told us you were gay, and just to be aware of that. You can imagine how that went down - Twenty-nine, clumsy, and reliably shy Made a loathed authority to a squadron of college boys. A daily depot of hoi polloi each weaponized with a rogue’s eye for detail. I never knew quite what to say, but I stayed out of their way And sometimes smiled at impressions of you, lilting isogloss, Or less conceptually - we mocked the way you talked. Your nervous eyes so quick to look away As if any moment you weren’t seeing it Was a moment we weren’t doing it, Or a moment we weren’t thinking it. Soft spoken reservoirs of circumstance, When the lines got cold we’d maybe chat a few minutes About the “Now Playing” on your Spotify desktop app. You said, “I hitchhiked out to Oakland just to see him, A few of us waited at the airport until his plane came in, But in his way he was surrounded, So we barely got a glimpse after seven hundred miles, It was all still worth the trip though just to hear him sing ‘Still Ill’” And the axis reappeared as the next call bleated in, And I spent the rest of my shift talking Freshmen Through application fees, enrollment fees, Campus housing placement fees. On the day before you left your post, You brought a gift for me, I locked eyes with a first pressing. Even now I see you standing As the rogues they all start staring. And the phones they all stop ringing (they all start staring). Even now it overwhelms me (they all start staring). Here alone in headphones listening, There’s a light, and We lock eyes.
Never 03:00
Sunday the eighth, it rained the whole day. Slept in late. Azurite sky reflects across the white brick wall - I’m keeping in. Did you sleep alright? It gets too bright when it rains at night. Bring me a secondhand sodastream. Brings you memories of hand-me-downs at your parents’ house. Navy Blues, and his never used.
When I’m on the road A rental in the snow A certain Beagle-Pitt starts whining Well that’s it. When we hit the town of Newburgh, Called by the mob cap guides to Hudson History kitsch, Ducked in the doorway to a founding father’s war bed They slept upright. My neck’s always tight. As you roasted squash, I could hardly talk. A far too infused gumdrop, Black out in the Brussels sprouts. So if you’re up the Hudson next thanksgiving, Searching for a meal that’s vegan gluten-free, Fed up with your family’s ceaseless Midwest teasing, We got an empty seat and a dog named Darla Jean.


The second extended-play release by Trochee Trochee.
This album is about marginalia and the efforts to unpack them.


released November 22, 2019

Mixed by Keith Lauria at The Beak.
Mastered by Nicholas Bolton at Holy Tapes! Mastering.
Track 5 engineered by Kenny Duclos at Train Studios.
Written, performed, and produced by Trochee Trochee.

Kyle Milner - drums on tracks 1, 5
TL - piano on tracks 4, 5
George - bass on track 5
Jack - cassettes

All songs recorded to 8-track cassette tape January-July 2019.
Drums/guitar on tracks 1,3 recorded at Battalion Studios, Brooklyn NY.
Drums/guitar/bass on track 5 recorded at Train Studios, Brooklyn NY.
Else recorded at home.

Thank you as usual to everyone and everydog who has a song on this one. Special thanks to Kenny and TJ for a wonderful Memorial Day barbecue.


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Trochee Trochee Brooklyn, New York

A chilly midnight jam in a young Michael Stipe's basement, we've stayed in the country too long.

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