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The Oracle Has No Mouth ist ein Konzeptalbum im Stil von 1968 über eine unerklärliche Übertragung unterhalb der gewöhnlichen Wirklichkeit. Ihre Quelle wird weder als technisch noch als übernatürlich, außerirdisch oder psychologisch festgelegt. Entscheidend ist das wachsende Bewusstsein für eine verborgene Schicht, in der Raum, Zeit, Wahrnehmung, Menschen und Maschinen nicht mehr normal funktionieren.
„The Signal Goes On“ führt eine Präsenz ein, die älter ist als ihre Hörer. „Through the Glass Machine“ überschreitet die Grenze zur verborgenen Schicht; „The Room Without Corners“ hebt die normale Geometrie auf, und „Seven Seconds Behind“ lässt Klang und Bewegung aus der Zeit fallen. „The Engine Sleeps Upright“ deutet einen Mechanismus unter den Ereignissen an, ohne ihn zu erklären.
„Everyone Became Transparent“ richtet die Störung nach innen: Straßen, Räume, Erinnerungen und unausgesprochene Worte werden in menschlichen Körpern sichtbar. Das Titelstück bündelt die früheren Motive in einem rätselhaften Ritual aus sieben Fenstern, sieben Türen, Spiegeln, Schritten und erinnerter Identität. Die letzte Botschaft löst nichts auf.
Titelliste
- 1The Signal Goes On6:39
- 2Through the Glass Machine5:58
- 3The Room Without Corners3:27
- 4Seven Seconds Behind5:50
- 5The Engine Sleeps Upright4:23
- 6Everyone Became Transparent5:56
- 7The Oracle Has No Mouth6:06
Total runtime: 38:19
Klangpalette
Kreisende Bassfiguren, Fuzz- und Tremologitarre, zwölfsaitiger Glanz, gestrichene Texturen, Hammond- und Farfisa-Orgel, Harmonium, E-Piano, Vibraphon, primitive Oszillatoren und lockere Percussion der späten Sechziger bilden eine hypnotische, bewusst abwechslungsreiche Folge.
Bandsättigung, Federhall, Bandecho, Phasing, rückwärts laufende Gitarre, Feedback, Stereobewegung und instabile Bandgeschwindigkeit halten die Platte roh und menschlich. Karge Mantras öffnen sich allmählich zu melodischem Gesang, geschichteten Stimmen und der tiefen prophetischen Stimme des Orakels.
Archivnotizen
Die Platte beginnt mit Wiederholung als Beruhigung und endet mit Wiederholung als Prophezeiung. Signale laufen ohne Antwort weiter; Türen führen nirgendwohin; Räume existieren in Gesichtern; Maschinen arbeiten ohne sichtbare Bewegung. Jedes Stück macht die vertraute Welt ein wenig unzuverlässiger.
Die Mehrdeutigkeit ist beabsichtigt. Die Identität des Orakels, die Natur des Signals und die Bedeutung des „Erinnertwerdens“ bleiben offen. Kein benannter Ort, keine Maschine, Diagnose oder übernatürliche Erklärung schließt den Kreis.
Songtexte
Alle sieben Stücke behalten ihre englischen Originaltexte. Mehrere enthalten lange Instrumentalpassagen; Strophen-, Refrain-, Produktions- oder Aufführungsangaben wurden nicht ergänzt.
There is a signal Under the sound There is a signal Going around I hear it turning I hear it turn I hear it turning But nothing burns It goes on It goes on It goes on It goes on Out past the color Out past the air Something is moving Something is there No one is speaking No one replies Still it keeps turning Behind my eyes It goes on It goes on It goes on It goes on Closer Closer Closer Closer Round and around Round and around Round and around Round and around There was a signal Before we came There will be a signal After our names Nothing can hold it Nothing can know Still it is turning Still it will go It goes on It goes on It goes on It goes on
Through the glass Through the glass Something moves Something moves Not a face Not a name Only light In the frame Pass through Pass through Pass through Pass through Don't look back Don't look back Every line Bends again Every door Has no end Move inside Move between What is real What is seen Pass through Pass through Pass through Pass through Further Further Further Further Through the glass Through the glass Through the glass Through the glass
No walls No doors No end No floor Turn slow Turn slow I came in I never arrived Still inside Still inside
I heard my footsteps After I had gone I heard the doorway Closing with no one Every sound followed Every shape replied Always seven seconds Seven seconds behind Behind Behind Behind
The engine sleeps upright Under a painted sky No wheel is turning Still we are passing by Keep your hands open Let every number fall Something beneath us Is carrying us all I felt the room lean I watched the shadows climb Nothing was moving Except the shape of time No one was calling No one was standing near Still through the silence Something was drawing us here Turn without turning Move without leaving Wake without waking Breathe without breathing Turn without turning Move without leaving
Everyone became transparent Somewhere after half past three I could see the chairs behind them I could see straight through the street Cars went rolling through their bodies Birds flew through the people too No one seemed to find it strange there No one noticed I could view I can see through everyone I can see through everyone All the colors running through them All the places they have gone I can see through everyone I can see through everyone Mrs. Carter crossed the crossing With the houses in her chest Someone laughed behind a window But the window had no glass Every stranger held a hallway Every face contained a room There were stairways in their fingers There were gardens in their shoes I can see through everyone I can see through everyone All the colors running through them All the places they have gone I can see through everyone I can see through everyone Then somebody looked straight at me And I knew what they could see Every word I never answered Every place I meant to be Every door I closed behind me Every name I tried to lose All of it was hanging in me Like a coat I couldn't choose Evening came without a warning And the walls grew solid first Then the tables, then the people Then the pavement and the birds Soon the whole world looked familiar Every surface back in place But the woman by the station Still had daylight through her face I can see through everyone I can see through everyone Maybe only for a moment Maybe it was never gone I can see through everyone I can see through everyone Through everyone Through everyone Through everyone Through everyone
Do not ask the river Where the water goes Do not ask the doorway What the darkness knows It knows It knows There are seven windows Behind the morning sun Six of them are empty One contains everyone Everyone Everyone When the red bird circles Do not speak your name When the white room opens Do not enter twice the same Not the same Not the same You will hear a footstep Before the foot arrives You will see a shadow That has never been alive You will find a mirror Facing through the wall If it shows you nothing You have seen it all Seen it all Seen it all The first door is silence The second door is sound The third door has no handle The fourth is underground The fifth door is breathing The sixth door knows your face The seventh door is open But it does not lead to a place No place No place When the engine stops Do not move When the voices stop Do not listen When the light goes out Look behind you You were not brought here You were remembered Remembered Remembered Remembered
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