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Sleepwalker

by Son of Radul

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3:17 AM 00:43
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Numb 03:39
Numb Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich ©2017 First agoraphobia then the claustrophobia then the drugs kick in and we float upon a hazy sea chores a glare Speak to no one close the door never trust another soul so numb, numb, no longer there no First anthropophobia yea then the monophobia yeah then a ghost steps in and pleads flesh and bone and soul to tease stones and stairs Bang your head against a door clean your blood up off the floor so numb numb no longer there no
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Apnea 03:12
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Fuck You 02:54
Fuck You Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich ©2017 Used to being lied to and being told what to do to spindle and fondle abusive behavior to sharpen the blade of the sword of Excelsior The fishes pucker up throwing kisses to the passer by Keep feeding the pigeons training them to to shit on your castle on your orange hue I try to understand you but I'm filled with apprehension confused and amused and taught to question contention I didn't know I had a limit 'til I went to your meeting and now all I do is to draw cartoons of angry people and talking balloons Fuck you FUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOU!!!!!! fuck you, fuck you The mission is clear stick the course of course time to take off the blinders time to stare at the sun The list of to-dos keeps growing and variables keep coming from trees and taxis the pill of fantastic keep your eyes up front FUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOU!!!!!! If only we could be what we want we to be we could live happily ever after and survive all kinds of disaster But it can get so grim it get so dark like another little deathly tune in, black star Fuck you FUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOU!!!!!! fuck you, fuck you
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Rabid Dogs and Silver Moons Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich ©2017 Mellow blasts of subsonic bass sliver moons in outer space a "never mind" destroyed by grace souls ablaze Been glazed by sugar sprinkle form phased by blunders society norms I was terrorized by fat school chums made up minds in structured hums I was mystified by glaring teeth and idealized in sculpture form Come testify in empty rooms rabid dogs and silver moons rabid dogs and silver moons rabid dogs and sliver moons I was sodomized by society when I was a boy and then a teen no one gave a shit it was the norm take it like a man don't moan Perhaps perhaps a head in hats business mats and tethered bats encrypted mortal soldering guns entrusting our best to the buns Rabid dogs and silver moons rabid dogs and silver moons rabid dogs and sliver moons moons moons
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Sleepwalker 02:15
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The Kinder Crew Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich ©2017 Trying to remember where I put it away it wasn't in the drawer with the jewels and the pictures of a holiday maybe its in the attic with the broken toys maybe it flew away with the doves and the crows looking so coy still, feels alright Talking to the goons at the embassy telling them about all the tricks and the budget of the pageantry it's like talking to the kinder crew the kinder crew the kinder crew Delicious the absinthe chip-a-green-a-hoy floating on the absence of all the matter devoid of all the matter devoid of all the matter devoid
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Ack House 03:18
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O Death 04:04
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Sleep 02:30
Sleep Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich ©2017 Haven't held your tongue since the winter solstice trolling internets seeking truth and justice Likely to succeed in the arena of life voted by the same creeps angry soldiers of strife Stations of quarantine abrasive the mission Come and hold me tight tell me that you love me never let me go never make me lonely Lie to me and say we will live forever never feeling pain always getting better Sleep
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Umbilical Cord Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich ©2017 Umbilical cord why did you let me go I thought we had a thing going on guess I got too big I had to come Umbilical cord I remember you you kept me fed and warm you showed me the world then released your bond Umbilical cord I like your design you showed me the signs your DNA in my growing such a growing mind
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Numb + 03:05
Numb + Lyrics by Marcelo Radulovich ©2017 First agoraphobia then the claustrophobia then the drugs kick in and we are numb So numb, numb, numb Counting all the poppies in my mental garden starting with the red one love Step outside for fresh air Pile up melting cores the pile of chores, the glare So numb, numb, numb
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about

I remember one early morning as a child in Santiago, Chile hearing one of my relatives exclaim "he pissed in the kitchen trash can!"

Sleep has always been a touchy issue for me. As a child I dreaded it, it seemed like dying, the dark quiet hours dormant in another dimension, dreams, nightmares, night sweats, the wanderings about the house. I was a sleepwalker you see, and if sleep was like dying, sleepwalking meant I was a ghost. I'd do things I would not remember the following morning, things I could not explain, like pissing in the kitchen trash can. I'd wake up in places other than my bed, which always confused me... how did I get there? What do I do when I sleepwalk? I'd ask myself as I walked back to my bed, rubbing my eyes, knitting my brow. It was a strange nocturnal event that was part of my make up, no one else in my family sleepwalked and no one had clear answers to explain why I walked in my sleep, to explain the weird workings of the human mind. To this day, the time to lay down to sleep is my least favorite. Don't get me wrong, I'm like any other animal, I love a good night of sleep so, what gives? Hypnophobia?

There's a name for practically every fear, a catalog of phobias no one can cure, few can explain but, all can be numbed. Can you feel it? The clash of what the norm calls reality and the reality that eludes us? First agoraphobia then claustrophobia. First anthropophobia then monophobia, trips and traps, real or imagined, such is the lyrical and musical thread of Sleepwalker, my third album under the moniker Son of Radul, produced in 2017, a challenging year. January and the Trump take over made my skin crawl... witness a nation pulling its hair, the news and social media crafting a disgusting soap opera starring The Ogre. I went deeper into reclusion mode, depression and a growing bevy of old and new phobias plundered my 2017 as I tried to stay focused and productive recording the music in this album, among other things. Then in late February I got the terrible news, my 18 year old nephew Jules, who had been struggling with what doctors were labeling schizophrenia, took his own life. It was a major shock and loss. We all thought he would pull through his affliction, adapt where needed, the doctors had him on heavy meds, who knows if that helped or made matters worse, Jules went deeper into the land of numb and absent, on to, no longer there. This album is dedicated to him.

Fuck You was one of the songs I was developing when I got the news of Jules' suicide, the lyrics and mood of the song struck me like a soundtrack for his sorrowful, violent act and set the tone for the album and the rest of 2017. The tracks in Sleepwalker play like a collection of mood swings and vary greatly in instrumentation, a healthy blend of electronic and organic. The genres bounce from the exotica of Fox & Plymouth to the funk of Ack House to the droning of Apnea, full of blue hues, strange and moody spaces. Sleepwalker is also upbeat, bright and melodic like in Rabid Dogs and Silver Moons and Umbilical Cord, a song that remembers the connection of umbilical cord to mother as a first love. Numb & Numb + fly over the numbing dispensaries conveniently located anywhere you look, we are a doped up culture, full of promise and suicidal tendencies, living a conditional party plan. As grim as it sometimes gets, Sleepwalker is colorful, complex, often uplifting and ultimately a positive way to end a turbulent year, new music, new art and a fuck you.

This album is dedicated to Jules Radulovich, RIP nephew... 12/25/98 - 2/28/2017

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released December 19, 2017

All instruments and voices performed by Marcelo Radulovich.
Recorded / produced / designed by Marcelo Radulovich at Titicacaman Studio, 2014-2017.

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Titicacaman Records is an extension of Titicacaman Studio, a means to release to a wider audience the music being created within those walls. The label’s fast growing catalog includes: The Royal Orchestra of Titicaca; Crow Squawk; Son of Radul; Me Me the Moth; Nicey Nice World; The Playground Slap; Gunther’s Grass; Marcelo Radulovich and others. ... more

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