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The Purpose of the Moon

by Jack of None

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Riffmaster General
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Riffmaster General this album is definitely something else. love these haunting house vibes and guitar harmonies. Also Dark The Star Has similar vibe with my Favourite band Neurosis and their song Locust Star... Coincidence? Favorite track: Dark the Star.
Killdozer88
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Killdozer88 this album will either sink into your soul forever or not. it will definitely not leave you indifferent. an incredible genre extravaganza packed into a concept art rock release. I would especially highlight the extraordinary storytelling and a rich set of vocal techniques: whispering, chants, spoken word etc. Combined with art rock riffs and industrial sounds! Awesome! Favorite track: Mr Lumpus Decides to Die.
Ivan Satanov
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Ivan Satanov ok, Maman track seriously got me... wtf is wrong with these people, what's the story behind it?

apart from that this band creates not just music Jack Of None creates art! weird and uncomfortable, but very beautiful art! thank you! Favorite track: Maman.
Сats and Metal Media
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Сats and Metal Media Bizarre and haunting music, reminds me of poetry of Edgar Allan Poe, dark and mystic. Conceptual album that consists of strange stories and avant garde music! Unique experience I totally recommend! Favorite track: Maman.
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Maman 04:27
: Maman, nous sommes à la maison Where did you keep the body? : Silly, silly child-- You’ve been walking around with a crow between your legs. : Oui, Maman-- The crow between my legs is the same crow you once had on your back. : My poor child-- you’re pale as a ghost! Have you heard how beautifully the crow sings? : No, Maman. Please don’t make me hear the crow sing. : Maman, where did you hide the body? Did it kwack and thwack when you whacked it in the head? : Not any more than you will, my child. Cup of tea, perhaps? : Spare me your niceties, Maman. I’m hungry and I’ve come to collect the body. : You speak in such snaking sentences, child. Come sit with me a while? : Stay away from me, Maman. Why are you holding a blindfold? : (no response) :No, Maman. Please don’t make me close my eyes. : Bon voyage, Ma Petite Cuckoo. The body you were looking for was yours.
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(March on my soul nor like the laggard stay) Mine-- on whose heart as a worm you trod Mine-- on whose heart like a crow doth hover Jagged as the scribbles of an unwound tongue Broken as the promise of a soul unsung Merging imperceptibly into the wind Where voices of the children are unheard and unhinged Mine-- on whose heart as a sea you’ve bled Drowning in the slander of your venomous blight Reaching for the rhythm of your syllabic kite Now I lay you down to sleep I pray the Lord your soul to keep Baa Baa Black Sheep, have you any wool? Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! One urn full. You promised me the syllables of light I’m drowning in the pirouettes of night You promised me the syllables of light I’m drowning in the pirouettes of night You promised me the syllables of light I’m drowning in the pirouettes of night (I am not your broken promise) (I am not your broken promise) (I am not your broken promise) (I am not your broken promise) But you-- on whose heart as a dove I flew You-- on whose heart like a prison does truth Riddled as the ramblings of a sinful tongue Taken by the lesions of a god undone Ceding imperceptibly into his will Where voices of the dying are unheard and unstill You-- for whose heart as a sea I’ve bled Drowning in the hither of your thithering sight Reaching for the rhythm of your syllabic kite Now I lay you down to sleep I pray the Lord your soul to keep Baa Baa Black Sheep, have you any wool? Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! One urn full. You promised me the syllables of light I’m drowning in the pirouettes of night You promised me the syllables of light I’m drowning in the pirouettes of night You promised me the syllables of light I’m drowning in the pirouettes of night (You were just a broken promise) (You were just a broken promise) (You were just a broken promise) (You were just a broken promise)
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Pop? Wake up. Wake up, Pop. Please… It’s the graveyard diggers. At exactly 3:61 a.m., Mr. Lumpus decides to die. Legless, but not quite lifeless, Mr. Lumpus is filled with a hypnagogic sense of desire. He thrusts himself on the floor. He makes his way to the door. Wobbles to walk, wobbles to walk-- locked. “The key,” he says, “the key is in my mind! The key is in my mind! And the river-- of rats and wrongs, of cats with songs-- the river is where I can wash (shhh)…” The river, the quiver, the grateful dead forgiver with the death dance. “Each year, hundreds of people disappear on the world’s transport systems. They leave their belongings, like suicide notes, on terminal benches, in the aisles, in overhead luggage racks and under their seats. Seeming, quite literally, to vanish without a trace.” And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners-- dance And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners-- dance And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners—dance And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners-- dance : Pop? Wake up. Please... : Vanish without a trace. : Wake up, Pop. : Vanish without a trace. : It’s the graveyard diggers. And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners-- dance And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners-- dance And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners-- dance And the graveyard diggers with the saints and the sinners—dance At exactly 9:02 a.m., Mr. Lumpus is declared not dead, but missing-- vanished without a trace.
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Dissonance of pain Jagged letters Dissonance of waves Sinking Dissonance of heart Slowly fading Dissonance of time Tick tock ticking And the world keeps turning Though your heart’s stopped beating And the clock keeps ticking Dark the star Cross out the wings The feathers will follow With all of their things: Time Rhyme Ring Time Rhyme Ring Dazzlement (Dissonance) (Distance) (Deliverance) Dissonance of distance Dissonance of dawn Dissonance of sirens Dissonance of death
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Marhaban, Houdini Marhaban, Houdini Nastadai nroohakni tadhari Marhaban, Houdini Houdini who did it? Houdini whodunit? Who did it? Whodunit? Houdini he did it. Houdini he done it. He did it. He done it. Houdini who did it? Houdini whodunit? Who did it? Whodunit? Houdini he did it. Houdini he done it. He did it. He done it. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Prepare to lose your minds As this magician’s bind Will surely rob you blind To where you’ll only find Your heart for him declined For chains of pain entwined Abracadabra alakazam Hocus pocus sleight of hand Izzy wizzy let’s get busy Open sesame, open sesame Abracadabra alakazam Izzy wizzy let’s get busy Hocus pocus sleight of hand Pick a card, any card Pick a card, any card Abracadabra alakazam Izzy wizzy let’s get busy Houdini who did it? Houdini whodunit? Who did it? Whodunit? Houdini he did it. Houdini he done it. He did it. He done it. Houdini who did it? Houdini whodunit? Who did it? Whodunit? Houdini he did it. Houdini he done it. He did it. He done it. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls This story can define How this magician’s bind Will pay for death in kind With bated breath designed To free your mind resigned From catching him confined Abracadabra alakazam Pick a card, any card Hocus pocus sleight of hand Izzy wizzy let’s get busy Open sesame, open sesame Abracadabra alakazam Pick a card, any card Open sesame Open sesame Open sesame Voila!
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Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily Life is but a dream Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily Life is but a dream The game of dying’s easy We need not realize That we’re all born champions here In Death’s misgiving eyes The game of grieving’s easy, too Take a shovel and a plow Then till the soil that memories drew And watch the night-dogs howl The game is best when played by two Three’s a hefty crowd ‘Cause heart and soul cannot undo Love’s secrets homeward bound So dig a hole most piously Come ravens and regrets I’ve seen the ghosts of Tartarus Tracing our silhouettes I rowed, rowed, rowed your boat Gently down the stream Heavily, heavily, heavily, heavily Life was not a dream The game of dreaming’s easy We need not realize That godliness is just absurd Until we fantasize The game of living’s easy, too Take a rope and braid a noose And with that noose release yourself With everything to lose The game is best when played by one Two’s a hefty crowd ‘Cause heart and soul cannot contain Love’s chorus sung out loud So dig a hole most piously Come ravens and regrets I’ve seen the ghosts of Tartarus Plaguing our silhouettes Row, row, row your boat (Nothing’s what it seems)
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Monsieur X 02:52

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"The Purpose of the Moon" is a collection of 7 very personal tracks that explore the 7 stages of grief -- from denial to acceptance. It is the band's first collection of music since 2017's EP "The Tattle Tale Heart", which was awarded "Best EP - Eclectic" in the 16th Annual Independent Music Awards in New York City (March 2018).

All tracks were written and recorded during quarantine -- between the months of May and August 2020. Like all of their previous releases, the EP is the product of online collaboration from 2 separate locations -- Manila, Philippines (Maxine and Julian) and Chicago IL, USA (A.G.).

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To Vertigo
And the fall of fearing.,

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released November 13, 2020

Lyrics, Poetry and Vocals by Maxine Syjuco
Music Written and Performed by A.G. Syjuco
Lead Guitar by Julian Syjuco

Album Art and Design by Maxine Syjuco
Produced by A.G. Syjuco

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Jack of None Chicago, Illinois

JACK OF NONE is an experimental rock band comprised of siblings A.G. Syjuco (composer on guitar, bass, synthesizers and programming), Maxine Syjuco (poet-songwriter and vocalist), and Julian Syjuco (guitar).

The band has received critical acclaim for their forward-thinking approach to fusing electronically-charged experimental music with spoken word poetry.
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