The Ink Monkey
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⏱️ 4:58 duration
🆔 ID: 14088607
📜 Lyrics
THE INK MONKEY
‘Being that indicts writing, resents text.’
The Ink Monkey is a critic with an unwritten grudge
A dumb and unforgiving Censor of the sensory
The ultimate editor
An ink junkie ever since the liquid’s been in print
This dumb simian hates, more than anything, the writer’s aimless, wasteful ramblings
Like this one (Sorry!)
DESCRIPTION: Feral
VOICE: Gravel
HABITAT:Inkwell
Red carnelian slits sip the jet
Sit squat and silent, squinting
A slurry of words, wet, smudge
Jungle parchment with printing
Poised and parched, it waits
It waits to slurp ink, out of instinct
Unfolding hands, uncrossing legs
It laps up the word’s marrow
No poet, and pounds the dirt
With pen and brush when done
Everything written is a waste
It thinks, letters are ragged wrinkled little fuses lit with lampblack
It damns the muses
‘Being that indicts writing, resents text.’
The Ink Monkey is a critic with an unwritten grudge
A dumb and unforgiving Censor of the sensory
The ultimate editor
An ink junkie ever since the liquid’s been in print
This dumb simian hates, more than anything, the writer’s aimless, wasteful ramblings
Like this one (Sorry!)
DESCRIPTION: Feral
VOICE: Gravel
HABITAT:Inkwell
Red carnelian slits sip the jet
Sit squat and silent, squinting
A slurry of words, wet, smudge
Jungle parchment with printing
Poised and parched, it waits
It waits to slurp ink, out of instinct
Unfolding hands, uncrossing legs
It laps up the word’s marrow
No poet, and pounds the dirt
With pen and brush when done
Everything written is a waste
It thinks, letters are ragged wrinkled little fuses lit with lampblack
It damns the muses
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.11] THE INK MONKEY
[00:02.06] ‘Being that indicts writing, resents text.’
[00:06.06] The Ink Monkey is a critic with an unwritten grudge
[00:10.62] A dumb and unforgiving Censor of the sensory
[00:14.04] The ultimate editor
[00:16.67] An ink junkie ever since the liquid’s been in print
[00:19.97] This dumb simian hates, more than anything, the writer’s aimless, wasteful ramblings
[00:26.14] Like this one (Sorry!)
[00:44.06] DESCRIPTION: Feral
[00:45.72] VOICE: Gravel
[00:47.71] HABITAT:Inkwell
[01:28.41] Red carnelian slits sip the jet
[01:32.28] Sit squat and silent, squinting
[01:43.41] A slurry of words, wet, smudge
[01:51.41] Jungle parchment with printing
[02:09.56] Poised and parched, it waits
[02:12.63] It waits to slurp ink, out of instinct
[02:54.39] Unfolding hands, uncrossing legs
[02:58.79] It laps up the word’s marrow
[03:10.56] No poet, and pounds the dirt
[03:15.04] With pen and brush when done
[03:33.76] Everything written is a waste
[03:36.38] It thinks, letters are ragged wrinkled little fuses lit with lampblack
[03:47.05] It damns the muses
[03:50.28]
[00:02.06] ‘Being that indicts writing, resents text.’
[00:06.06] The Ink Monkey is a critic with an unwritten grudge
[00:10.62] A dumb and unforgiving Censor of the sensory
[00:14.04] The ultimate editor
[00:16.67] An ink junkie ever since the liquid’s been in print
[00:19.97] This dumb simian hates, more than anything, the writer’s aimless, wasteful ramblings
[00:26.14] Like this one (Sorry!)
[00:44.06] DESCRIPTION: Feral
[00:45.72] VOICE: Gravel
[00:47.71] HABITAT:Inkwell
[01:28.41] Red carnelian slits sip the jet
[01:32.28] Sit squat and silent, squinting
[01:43.41] A slurry of words, wet, smudge
[01:51.41] Jungle parchment with printing
[02:09.56] Poised and parched, it waits
[02:12.63] It waits to slurp ink, out of instinct
[02:54.39] Unfolding hands, uncrossing legs
[02:58.79] It laps up the word’s marrow
[03:10.56] No poet, and pounds the dirt
[03:15.04] With pen and brush when done
[03:33.76] Everything written is a waste
[03:36.38] It thinks, letters are ragged wrinkled little fuses lit with lampblack
[03:47.05] It damns the muses
[03:50.28]