Memento Mori

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Sven B. Schreiber This album is in the collections of both "Some guy" and Willy Vlyminck, which is sort of a quality certificate. With "Memento Mori", the multi-talented percussionist, guitarist, dancer, and composer Robert Woods-LaDue, who spearheads this ambitious avantgarde project "ddb" (Denny Denny Breakfast), created a stunning blend of complex percussion textures and unusual songwriting ideas, which remains thrilling from beginning to end. Favorite track: Pressure Guy.
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The song “Sacrifice” has lyrics that might be found to be offensive to someone who has been involved in police violence. I would also like to avoid some misinterpretations and make sure my intentions are clear with this song. This song is my own personal emotional response to some actual incidents, however it is a work of fiction and it is not describing an actual event. With this song, I am trying to illustrate the horror of being shot and killed by a police officer. These lyrics are a poetic illustration and they are intentionally arranged to be as jarring as possible to emphasize the horror of the incident. The lyrics to this song are not making any direct statement about the issue, but I also want to be clear that I personally support the Black Lives Matter movement and that I am not trying to glorify or promote this type of violence.

All of the ****** Fire songs were made shortly after the Sonoma/Napa complex of fires that were burning in October 2017. These fires killed around 44 people, many of whom were elderly and could not escape the rapidly moving blaze. Similarly to Sacrifice, these songs are all works of fiction. They are poetic illustrations of the horror of the fires and not related to any specific event.

Most of the songs on this album are about death, or the fear of death. I have therefore titled it ‘Memento Mori’. “Remember that you have to die”.


released July 13, 2018

“The Patrick Fire” and “Manic Picnic” features Reuben Moss on Violin
“The Patrick Fire”, “Manic Picnic”, and “Blood” features Max Judelson on Contrabass and Cello.
“The Patrick Fire” features Ina Woods on Vocals.
“Blood” features Sarah Woods-LaDue on Vocals.

All composition, lyrics, and production by Robert Woods-LaDue
Recorded in The Dragon’s Lair.

Thank you to everyone who helped me with this directly and indirectly.


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Track Name: The New World
Well... welcome to this strange new world.
My God, it's been a blue-ass moon.
I did not assume that you’d ever show me what’s beneath your mask.
But anyways, I rejoice that you're alive.

Can your buzzing feed refill my empty bank?
I abhor this bullshit need please give me a sweet break.
My whisky glows through sombre jazz I heard,
and in this one life we get to see the earth.

All while Lazaro burns deep in his final sleep.
Mr. Second Chance let me tell about you how I’ll be.
Would endless life pour into me?
I believe in my entity.
Swallowing divine, impossibly.
Track Name: The Curve
I’ve got to admit I’m scared
when death comes I’ll not be scared
one lil’ tip on my neck
and you’ll see me falling down
down to darkness

Falling deep into doom.
Nothing behind me and nothing forward.
Barren ruin, evermore.

I have a dream where I’m slowly sliding
along a polished curve.
See me sliding down to void, a curve with no end,
my intimate hell.

Falling deep into doom.
Nothing behind me and nothing forward.
Barren ruin, evermore.

obscured sense of consciousness
stone of ceaseless cold
solitude surrounds me
a self with nothing left.

In a null colorless atmosphere
overpowering silence
with insatiable lifelessness
I’m a self with nothing left.

Falling deep into doom.
Nothing behind me and nothing forward.
Barren ruin, evermore.

I have a dream where I’m slowly sliding
along a polished curve.
See me sliding down to void, a curve with no end,
my personal hell.

Falling deep into doom.
Nothing behind me and nothing forward.
Barren ruin, evermore.
Track Name: Sapience
my sweet sapient, my sand supplicant, my hand, sagacious

Saint John come speak to me
right in my skull, slather your sap on me
sweeten my skin, until I shine like a superstar
surprise me, become a swan, satisfy myself
salir y dejarme atrás

some sunny swimmers spawned around me
at the shore on saturday the surplus submerged their sadness

shouting stupid songs. getting under my skin
I sire salient sass-back, soon the singing stops
speaking of silence, I am sleeping right now
Track Name: Sacrifice
Shot by a cop and bleeding out slowly.
my inner organs mushed, my body irreparably mangled.

The solemn dance of the end, just visible, A tickle in the corner of my eye.

Tears rain down, I dream of the rest and relief that awaits in death.

Why am I meant to sacrifice my life’s potential for this empty kill? I crave to fathom the sanity for this, but, I am destroyed too badly,
Justice cannot serve me anymore. My slow death allows me to witness the dismissal of the worth of my being, as my consciousness slips away.

I know my body will not recover and any pain I feel could only serve the cop who shot me.
now I’m left alone to finish this by myself.

As my senses null, I am now silent. (With no ability to scream, or talk, or even cry.)
My breath slow, my limbs cold,
the officers walk away, literally bored with me (I am taking too long to die. )
my eyes close slow.
now it comes.
I am alone now, as I always was before I was born.
The darkness that I left from, now returns to me.
void unto void
The infinite nothingness merely interrupted by a short struggle on earth, now continues.
void unto void...
Track Name: Blood
I’m deciding my arm off.
It’s nice.
This nip is mine to make.

As I begin to insist…..
Kaleidoscopic bubbles pour from my peels.
A parade of prisms protrudes into puddles.

Now the pledge is fastened.
A Concert.
Track Name: Pressure Guy
There is different ways to go down the track, you know.
There’s always another way to go.
And we’d have never have gotten this far if we’d never grown,
But now I’m making it all up as I go.

Frogs die peacefully in their sleep.
They dream of long, long grass and green greensleeves.
Unfortunately this track is fake.

But you are too tired you’re falling asleep.

Feel the pin now it’s soft and cool
The wolf is full and kind of blue.
The VHS tape that we had made
Can’t recapture the elements on the grave.

We toss it all down into the hole
And now I can’t control the stars all with my nose.

And we’d have never have gotten this far if we’d never grown,
But now I’m making it all up as I go.

Frogs die peacefully in their sleep.
They dream of long long grass and green greensleeves.
Unfortunately this track is fake.

But you are too tired you’re falling asleep.
Track Name: Corrective Tissue
The ankhubus...
The ankhubus descends into the inner earth.
My liver drips with art. Machine screws connect to the construction of a night for convenience.

An Axe desires to fall just a void desires to be.
Malaydin explains his discrimination to the massing crowd.
A riot flouts heedlessly, impassivity is futile.
All preoccupied, and all impatient.
All in-hived, innate and predatory.

Turn around, face-to-face, yourself.
Change, change, change, it’s the right thing to do.
The distance works against itself for the first time in my life.

This is Labora Year.
This is where I keep my water, my tools, my machine screws,
corrective tissue, tryin’ to keep our eyes looking upward.
Track Name: The Patrick Fire
Irradiated snow tumbles down upon my tongue tip
the powder fades softly away and the drip cools me nice
apt Patrick does such competent work all over me
alive as usual
let me explain you the scene
The scene is this exactly:
There’s a wheelbarrow full of ice, yea yea yea
A dinner fork broken in five places, yea yea yea
Patrick on the lawn looking directly at you
how do you feel?
Track Name: The Pocket Fire
hollow inferno scintillating my limb node.
take note, my cohort, you are cherished in all the high court
will you remain my escort?
A cold cavity wanes, an atrium all in flames,
spark igniting your vein of lust and pain
Amber Protrusions of luminescence within this depression
But above all I love the warm emanations near the pocket void

Back in the old days
Some of my family in Ukraine
In my brain I see they,
I can even read the old way
But all things will pass to decay

In my cavity grave, devoured by heat and flames
an oxidation of time and love and pain
Amber Protrusions of luminescence within this depression
But above all I love the warm emanations near the pocket void

I fear a glowing hollow,
the flat smoke appears although,
meditation inferno,
remorse code lingo
new sparks sent to attack
Just dancers in the black
Track Name: Uneasy
Cold ammonia smell saturated into thick pockets full of amnesia.
I just forgot.
Inhale deep pneumonia
Inhale deep and breathe out
breathe in and exhale
pneumatic inspired
intake the aspiration a ways away
iced tear gas in the empty rooms
frozen and nodding awake
tears of gas streaming down my empty cheek
in unstoppable fire

August comes in hard deletes your stuff
laggers on about as a ghost month
and then goes away without ever being written down.
like an idea you don’t remember at all

I come from a land where there is no sun
It’s dark in the breathless lung

on the lake the pneumonia fires surround our boat
feeling inspired, we drink ammonia for miles
exempt from his dire fate, smiles the reprobate
spirits vacate, leaving the body

vanquished, vanished, void
Track Name: We Dance Tonight
The room itself danced in the torch’s light
Won’t you dance with me gently so that we can cry tonight
...a bit for all of those that have lived before our life
and I can’t wait for Julius to strike
the alarm gongs going dong when the time becomes the time.

It feels just slow water drizzling down along the ridge of your spine.
Salt and sugar thrown in the mixture, and the black pepper that ignites.
I’m going to be gone tomorrow on an international flight.
Let’s salvage what we’ve got left of the sunlight
Track Name: The Pressley Fire
Vacuous adieu’s lilting from the demons lips..
bye bye goodbye good bye
Union of the evil and the good (good bye goodbye) with the nothingness!

The vaporus cancer balloons rise up from the night graves.
Smoke pops out from the gold forge in your gold hand.
Then the dust around us trembled insignificantly.
Evacuation, Exodus, Exit us, All Egressors move through the Out Doors
a lost cause, a hopeless case.
The Pressley fire takes your life
decides your fate

Panting like you never have, all the particles of your house deeply inhaled, the smoke from the ground of the home from your alive part.
Quick Reminder here that nothing will extinguish these flames.
Stomp Your boots burn into ash to ash the dawn of the past rivers and sticks
Track Name: Dusted Off
In my hour I’m dust
now devoured and covered in lust
We can talk boundaries
or none of the above.
Lately I’ve called up
but your off the earth’s crust
Time for me to adjust
Time for me to adjust
Time for me to adjust
Time for me to adjust
Track Name: Marooned
give me mercy, mercy me.
many times, many time, many more

I am marooned and I am muzzled as a mummy
what if you don’t ever find me?

I’m amazed I’m in a maze, all around, monoliths, mounds of mud.

In this, muddyness, mossyness,
dirty ground, all red and brown
musky, murky, I am Maroon

For a myriad of misty moons, I am , (will always be) maroon.

and imagine me a monk, I reside
you can imagine a myth, I’m inside
I’m inside your mythos,
you decide
I’m looking for a mark
markings that coincide with a map
maps that we just made up
make believe

I’m looking for the means or magic mode
for saving me mainly from myself, high and dry

Manifest my move
Magnify this magnificent miracle
Modulate my mask, and Multiply.
Magnificent marbles underneath my moccasin
Mocking a sinner..
March across the marble
Majestically moving through

madness that you likely to mend anew,
materialize. Renew
modernize it too
Metamorphized and modified for you

Machinated by Moirai
My mortality
Such a morbid mentality,
morbidly me

metabolic mammal

Give me mercy
many many times and more
mostly, I am marooned
Track Name: Mt. Calling
Track Name: The Atlas Fire
When I awoke, I was covered in flames.
Burning like a piece of paper.
All my mouth was dropped out.
all my friends were gone now
What god was this in the name of?

Walking out to meet you.
Trying to believe the view.
I am a ghost amongst the ashes

the sky asleep and dead
Haze crawling the ground, the bones and the heads
have all the cars been in crashes?

So I try to read it to you
the book of mine is closed from your view
it’s so natural and tragic

Then I continue to walk
maybe one day I can talk
what do you think that chance is?

I walk into the desert dunes to see if I can find him
like Jesus Christ, or anyone who’s sacrificed, or lost
I’m in the dictionary, an opus, an obituary, I’m trying to get across
Sage burning in mouth, and I’m dying in my house and I’m reborn into the chaos stream
Track Name: Manic Picnic
oh invisible Sunny…
your war was lost on drugs.
Well you’re still in a pile, for a while now.
Your stuff’s in this briefcase, locked up away.
You’ve still got your feelings oh around someplace
The End Users will step over you anyway
The train keeps on goin’ away

(steady upon it’s assured conveyance.
holy moly
yeah baby that’s what I’m talkin’ about.
Track Name: The Nuns Fire
The abbess oxidize my room
vestal burn my central home away

postulant bake away the closest trees
appellant make my local damage free

supplicant you roast me to the bone
all these nuns surround and leave me all alone
Track Name: Niagara Falls
solid waste encircles me, apparently
in a tiny void at the end of a long tunnel
the venom must flow now
toxic waste in the gullet
I’ll just have one more

my thorax acute retracts and I just relax.
pulled down from it’s delicate palace
join us at the table
inhale my halo
Cathedric hollows.
disappointment and sorrows.
full of lust for tomorrow
Track Name: Cat Document
I have a bit in my arm that is swollen.
And the pain goes into my arm
into my armpit
when I walk not both of arms swing
the boys claws sink into my hand and I reach for my weapon of choice
It’s too hot for base jumping.

I am full of connection and empathy
Oh today foil hangs outside
give me protection I need
dry ice cools but not enough.
Track Name: The Tubbs Fire
The Sea of flames was born in the place of the Chicken and the Hawk.
a mush of acorns was pulped, mashed
all along grapes vines standing strong against wrath
Getting the silver out of the dirt
Finding the mercury in the earth
A Stevenson vacation touched the past
A stevenson novel has turned into ash
A water bottle idea turned into cash
Hot springs boiled away all our flaws and all our pain
we were healed for 10 points at the most
that was not enough… I’m becoming toast, roasted alive, a burning post
Services were dispatched to the host
I walk amongst the future ruins
At least they would call me human
There was at least 10 million downed last night
There was fast winds and there was smoke in sight
no olvides el poder de la línea
fuego quita a la mi patria
distribution transformer all kablooey
Oya, goddess of the winds
Oya, goddess of the fire
wine buildings blacked out
sky ceilings blacked out
Everyone has to vacate
everyone has get out
toxins released away
repellent chemicals stay
all of it goes down the drain