so we have a new one.
it's kind of acousticy mostly and made up of scraps and some live versions.
there's some new themes in here.
some more angles.
atmosphere.
i dunno i'm pretty cool with it.
it's a good precursor to this idea we have about decay that we'll be doing next.
as far as being a radically different texture.
i dunno like a palette cleanse or something.
blah blah blah..

track listing:

wudun
Lullag'byes

cetment
renns
mumme
bum
negal
winged sloganeering
synching
humme
sorea

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and then we still have the other three albums.
so that brings us up to four.

Wudun  - The Wrecks
wudun  - Spitting Id, There Graze.
Wudun  - Fall Medals
wudun  - Lullag'byes

you'll notice the slight subtlety of the lower case "wudun " versus the upper case variant "Wudun "..... though both contain the extra space. (ed. for the missing "N" as many fans may have figured out.)

the small change of case in the name is only to indicate the record is off the main path of the project slightly..... like a branch from the main tree..... it is still related and following the same main philosophy.... it only differs slightly in it's aims.... or more correctly, each new aim followed to the end receives a place as a lowercase.

our primary idea can get a bit restrictive from time to time as the amount of freedom on an album is governed by contents of those that preceded it... so it's nice to occasionally box all that up and toss it to the side to play with an idea that grew from a prior album, but to explore it from a completely different angle or through a new method of observation.

so that's what the lowercase is all about.
just a small flag to say, hey this is a parallel thing.... not so much the next.

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Anyway if you want any of these albums or want to find out how you can get ahold of them or if they are on vinyl or what the deal is just shoot me an email:

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and if you still just want to type it manually... jeremiah[at]somnium99.com




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oh and... album lyrics...

cetment
bury me now
under six feet
stop no comedy
whistle cat calls
at that very long cigarette
smoking lady for me
lazy
hazing
over two clear coats
on the blacks of your eyes
balls
sockets
absentee

fading

fade-
-ed
ded ded

howls represent malcontent
bowels contemplate wet cement
pounds measured with fingers clenched
shaving two fingers off on the second attempt

on breath tile ground

maybe
may bee
column through the lion
railroad spike through sydney
bloody fluxing spark plug
bleeding from re-entry
we sing
we see
wheezing
wheezy

renns
wire rent wrens watch we warm
on dying coals
and whistle our water is well done
false teakettle hum
tin can cauldron
what once was woven won't undone
so soonly come
blistered and pecking they are
on drying crumbs
and breaking their beaks in broad bobs
blunt bones and blown tongues
unsung anthems
the cost was more than we could sew
let alone reap
we knew
still know
false teakettle hum
tin can cauldron
what once was woven won't undone
so soonly come

the whip it
will
wound
one
whippoorwill

the whip it
wham and unwinds
it rips raw scars in thick red lines

weapons will
wound more than what
weilders will
and weapons
write in red wine
that soaks the black of moon's full shine

whip it will
wound
one
whippoorwill

the whip it
wham and unwinds
it rips raw scars in thick red lines

in colic tummy thumps
in bawling babes
in shoestring clumps
is there any lynchpin to be tugged
or are there any loose threads we can pluck
to unravel the choking knots
wound round our throats
have we
a medium
are they saber-ing the reigning four
all of them
whore

mumme
you're not saying much
pale relief painted with midas touch
and the beast is waking up
wicked smile
toothy suck
parents doused in mud
leaking hot steam piggy blood
and the preachers drenched in flame
bellow screams "you'll be the same"
melting
melting

such quiet secret speak
whisper finger hush
count ten down on hands and knees
and there ain't no bleedin' goodbye hugs

rock scribbling
four fingers found
ink kiss delivery
and a meaning lost in infant sound

impeca-bully
swings a sweetened pound
weighing in at three-ought-
ought to erase this seasoned pecking mound

but my compulsion is not what you would call binding
it's just a ripple from rocks thrown in a stagnant stream
and if i hack off the arm that does the lobbing
a larger ripple it makes when it's thrown in the sea
is the reach really that short?
can't the grasp exceed?
is it opinion that makes these men a cult of kings?
or is a primitive thought enough to bend a knee?

bum
and i won't slip through holes
in the poundin' maybe
and i wouldn't sleep on park if pauline paid me
ooooo.
and i won't sleep at parking poles
and maybe you
haven't even heard he'll go
even if it really hurts you know
ooooooo.

negal
coal clings to skin so tight
c-o-u-g-h out haze
old canary dropping
dead in brass bar cage
yes i know it's part of the body
oh i see it's ruined
i've caught stares
at the oozing and clotting
yellow rimmed bruise

black thick
no vision
ain't been this bad since
'17
hack hack
incision
oh boy the root runs...
it runs deep!

poison fills the lines
alarm sends bouncing chimes
frozen mouth
in death stutters
f-fifteen down
the air
tunnel
still burns

blocked off decision
we took the left one
how puzzling
spout off
derision
the heat runs
170

wing-ed sloganeering
eye pop
palm on skull
blinkering
i proud
truth be told
still no starving

ride we for honoring
ride we for nothing
we are
the very model of
modern day industry
protracted and everything
million cut bleedeling
wing-ed sloganeering

tie we up martyring
citizen heads
go grinding and slippering
in the machinery
gears and cogs littering
million part squeakeling

pull back
wind up
let fly
into machinery
breaking up everything
million shard shattering
wing-ed sloganeering

and hot bread steals hearts
and hot bread steal hot no heart
or so
what i heard

last bit of everything
wander and needling
hope in the wandering
work in the needling
caught in the know by name
i'm getting re-feeling

synching
down down the bodies falling
no sound but jackets flapping
in the wind
the wind
the wind
wind

i'm stretched out
fingers breaking
surface of the water

go find them
just in reach
stretching arms
down

deep breathing
inhale
don't let it out
suck in
don't let
the pressure
get to you
while
limply
slowly
down
down
sink
ing

and further sinking
blackened slips
'till touching fingers
golden is
already warmer
from the finding

and as the grip loosens
in fits
all golden twinkles
die with it

i'm so tired
i'm just not myself
normally
so excited
can't contain myself

mouthing message on
to newly neighbor-ed
asking if they've been
to the land above the swim

and if you're ever above father water
don't let them make you brethren
theren
the ren
the wren

humme
son called dumb
no ears and tongue
shoulder slung front
his head hung
lips tangled
trip over flapping gum
s-sick stutter
walking jitterbug

the coils round wound
bat's bludgeon blue
leave red marks
sets of scores in two
if i were some sixteen sailor's son
rearrange the spelling of their f-u-n

sorea
hey, pearl!
how's tricks?
did you miss me?
oh, jim...
you always get me!
come over here,
lie with me.
oh, jim don't set your tricks against me.
long hair
get sick in what you wear
it'll happen soon i swear

blah blah blah
and the days go by
her pa pa
gets so sick he dies
ah ah ah
something grows inside
he he he
has his grandpas eyes

lulalulalulalalalaluh
lulalulalalulalalaluh

aim square
kid kicks the bucket
skin slate grey
and lips all puckered
hit seventy while still prenatal
born into grave
grandpa's abel

doc says
clipboard pen in pocket
you're a smart kid, i'm sure you'll buck it
and by decree
both throat and nasal
in goes the spray
his vitals stable

hah hah hah
cough cough as he dies
pa pa pa
killed him still inside
ma ma mas
stomach the first time
hop ride
he found him a new place to hide

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