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Withered Land

by Somnambulist

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1.
A Mirage 03:28
A Mirage I measured the landscape and a cabin of clay marking down the hills, they seemed to disarray I ran to the liquid, another mirage as by the time I finally got there it turned into grains I hurried back to the tent where she lay down sharing her bag with a stranger, naked on the ground from wall to wall our distance touched as she gave birth to a dead child as soon her fingers clutched the sheets I measured the landscape and a cabin of clay marking down the hills, they seemed to disarray I hurried back to the tent where she lay down sharing her bag with a stranger sharing her bag with a stranger naked on the ground naked on the ground naked on the ground naked on the ground
2.
Sand 03:29
Sand Everything of value turned to sand And every conversation turned to dust She just whispered she felt like six years back As she lay down, I smiled again Suddenly she said she had to pee And pulled her skirt up to her hips Well I just did know where to look Suddenly she said she had to pee And pulled her skirt up to her hips Well I just didn't know not where to look I focused my eyes On an ancient book
3.
Facing the moon Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below Watching the torches lighting the sand Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes Throwing away the angle of wood Pouring the limbo of cylinder sounds Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below Watching the torches lighting the sand Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below Watching the torches lighting the sand Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes Throwing away the angle of wood Pouring the limbo of cylinder sounds Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below
4.
Things I was due to forget The walls at home were growing mouldy. Things I was due to forget They started throwing strange things at me some of them wore only red A man hanging on the ceeling and smoke hung in the air I was teased by some flashbacks and people coloured their hair The sound of dancing getting soggy or else the floor getting wet The walls in there were growing mouldy. The thing I was due to forget Things I was due to forget Things I was due to forget Things I was due to forget Things I was due to forget Things I was due to forget Things I was due to forget Things I was due to forget
5.
The 9 fingernails We sit 'round the fire We sit 'round the fire all night We sit 'round the fire and pray for the dawning It's okay. It's allright We can dance all night Them 9 fingernails Them saw a paw in the night Them want to run and hide But it's okay. It's allright Them go astray Them go beyond arid trees Them go across the withered the land It's okay. It's allright We can dance all night All night... All night...
6.
The heat 04:40
The Heat It's so hot in here, even the rooms shrink... They're building a dancehall, they copied the dunes... Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home The heat increases, our swamps vapourize. If it keeps rising, only insects survive. Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home We fight desiccation, our skins shivel up. By cutting down the plants, They cut away the shadows. Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home desiccation, desiccation, desiccation Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home Itching skins and sqeecky bones search but find no place called home
7.
Tribe 01:12
Tribe When she gave birth under the mouldy scaffolding of what later should become a wooden dancehall, the ancient women wailed. I, at that time, was busy measuring the landscape, marking down the points of value. There were still traces of artificial grass, under a soil of fungus. That night, it occured to me that someone of the tribe howled against the moon. I watched him doing it for about eight hours, untill the night had past. Next morning, we discovered someone had been stealing food from our suplies. So we were forced to go back and leave these people.
8.
The hunt 02:55
Instrumental

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Recorded live at the PARADOX, Antwerp 1983
First release on cassette by CENTRAL TAPES

Available on Vinyl:
www.discogs.com/Somnambulist-Withered-Land/release/2866698

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released October 31, 1983

Live mix by Marc Verhaeghen
Digitaly remastered by Dimitri Van Elsen

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Somnambulist Belgium

Mark Hélèné Joseph Burghgraeve was born in 1961.

From young age, he tampered with electronics.
His first "performances" were feedback patches on a broken amp, and self made effects.
He got his first synth, sequencer and a Vocoder and formed M.BRYO & D.M.T. and later Somnambulist.
2005, KOYT!
2020, a Live Stream on TV Centraal.
2023, music used in the television series "1985" on VRT max.
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