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A Perfect Cliché

by Bruce Enloe

A Perfect Cliché is a fake concept album tracing the journey of protagonist Geary Perfect, and his discovery that he is not 'Perfect', but, rather, just 'OK'. His journey to the land of 'Not' includes a love interest (Sindy) and a wicked Crown Prince.
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Another One
1:51 $0.99
2. A Perfect Cliché, Pt. One
1:13 $0.99
3. Last Exit
4:57 $0.99
4. Everything OK
3:49 $0.99
5. Flight Path
4:56 $0.99
6. A Perfect Cliché, Pt. Two
2:58 $0.99
7. Hey Mother
3:50 $0.99
8. The Crown Prince of the Tongue-Biters
4:19 $0.99
9. Wind Telephone
3:41 $0.99
10. A Perfect Cliché, Pt. Three
1:48 $0.99
11. The Rest of Our Lives
3:28 $0.99
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Album Notes
Bruce Enloe - composition, performance
Ben Mullin - performance, production
Brad Turcotte - final mix, mastering
featuring: Keith Glass (12), Amanda Giles (5), Doug Hendry (3,4,5,7,9), Josh Hofmann (3), John Dillabough (7)

BOOK ONE: A Perfect Cliché:
Once despondent time, there was Another One. You know the type—bilious, anxiously, aggravated—one of those incomplete tea-sets, all in his cups with no pot. Let’s call him Geary Perfect. Or Geary Cliché. Or whatever. All things considerate, he was just another in a long list of them. Our everyman, our Donkey Hotey.
Part One:
For the purposes of misadventure, our here-owned Geary Perfect mustard up his courage to baldly go where no Geary had ever gunned by far on a mission for Not. This may seem like a strange destination, but if you don’t think about it at all, the other endings have already been taken. So, it makes sense, doesn’t it, Not?
In the ear of our lore, the 696 exit was a shortcut one would take to Save Time (the legendary future Time Saviours were unrequited in this story after and before themselves, sort of. But perhaps that’s a participle some other tome.) Every buddy knows however that this Last Exit was plagued, invested even, with the ghosts of dark sergeants, kaleidoscopic creatures and occasional passing choirs.
This is the scene on witch, where the glorious Sindy first appeared to Geary in a fission reaction.
It was also the realm of ‘Someonehay’, or, as he was known to the inhibitants of the terra lengua, the Crown Prince of the Tongue Biters. Intact, one would do well Not to take this route, too, seriously. However, Geary was all for Not and plundered on.
(Hey, is Everything OK? I mean, can we do this? Tell this, his, story/history? Hers on the side of caution?)
This is the seen where the Crown Prince actually dentally fell (teeth first?) in lava with Sindy. Oops!
And so, it came to piss. Geary and Sindy sullied fourth to seek the answer to the parenthetical question and to secure a safe passage on the Flight Path—little did they know what great beatles they would come to flight on this querulous pest!
(Hey, is everything still OK? Scary stuff, I know! If not, take Part Two hugs and call me in the mourning.)
As Geary Not-ted and fretted his tour upon the strange, little did he land squarely on the family restaurant where he was greeted by Jim and the others shouting Hey Mother! These wandering menstruals brought great join to him and Sindy and there was much re-jesting.
In the darks of shadowy land, The Crown Prince of The Tongue-Biters, how and ever, came to believe in the need to destroy all monsters, inc., up to and including Geary, the monstrous of them all! He built a cage in which for Geary, our Donkey Hotey, and in this, ass hutch, he also did built the mighty robot Better Bread Winner with the intentional miscalculating before the fall.
This is the sheen where the Nother Friends are stolen by the November Wends. Bummer.
Wind Telephone and the dusted settled, the cage broke open and the Better Bread Winner appeared all in an instant coffee pot to pass on, Magnanimous! Belligerent! Bespoke! And the wind cried a merry little crispiness to all and to all a good Not!
Part Three:
And after all the fists, I’m in a barrister report. Geary was just another little ploy who wished connection got deflection and gave reflection, as seen on television. I’m sorry to say it was all for Not. And Geary and Sindy lived intentionally ever after, on porpoise, for The Rest of Our Lives.
(Yes, it’s gonna be OK.)



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