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1968 · Rock psychédélique · Acid rock · Psychédélisme hypnotique · Full Album

The Oracle Has No Mouth

Un signal inexpliqué se glisse sous la réalité ordinaire. Sept morceaux psychédéliques hypnotiques traversent le verre, des pièces impossibles, un temps décalé et des corps transparents avant qu’un oracle sans bouche ne parle.


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À propos de cet album

The Oracle Has No Mouth est un album-concept façon 1968 consacré à une transmission inexpliquée sous la réalité ordinaire. Sa source n’est définie ni comme technologique, surnaturelle, extraterrestre ou psychologique. L’essentiel est la découverte progressive d’une couche cachée où l’espace, le temps, la perception, les êtres et les machines cessent de fonctionner normalement.

« The Signal Goes On » introduit une présence plus ancienne que ceux qui l’écoutent. « Through the Glass Machine » franchit le seuil caché ; « The Room Without Corners » abolit la géométrie normale et « Seven Seconds Behind » désaccorde le son et le mouvement. « The Engine Sleeps Upright » suggère un mécanisme sous les événements sans l’expliquer.

« Everyone Became Transparent » retourne la perturbation vers l’intérieur : rues, pièces, souvenirs et mots tus deviennent visibles dans les corps. Le morceau-titre rassemble ces motifs en un rituel énigmatique de sept fenêtres, sept portes, miroirs, pas et identité remémorée. Son message final ne résout rien.

Année d’archive1968
Publié
LangueAnglais

Liste des titres

Total runtime: 38:19

Palette sonore

Basses circulaires, guitares fuzz et trémolo, douze-cordes, textures frottées, orgues Hammond et Farfisa, harmonium, piano électrique, vibraphone, oscillateurs primitifs et percussions souples de la fin des années soixante composent une suite hypnotique mais volontairement variée.

Saturation de bande, réverbération à ressort, écho à bande, phasing, guitare inversée, feedback, mouvement stéréo et vitesse instable maintiennent un son brut et humain. Les mantras dépouillés s’ouvrent peu à peu au chant mélodique, aux voix superposées et à la diction prophétique de l’oracle.

Notes d’archive

Le disque commence par la répétition comme réconfort et se termine par la répétition comme prophétie. Les signaux continuent sans réponse, les portes ne mènent nulle part, des pièces existent dans les visages et les machines fonctionnent sans mouvement visible. Chaque morceau fragilise davantage le monde familier.

L’ambiguïté est volontaire. L’identité de l’oracle, la nature du signal et le sens du fait d’être « remémoré » restent irrésolus. Aucun lieu, aucune machine, aucun diagnostic ni aucune explication surnaturelle ne referme le circuit.

Paroles

Les sept titres conservent leurs paroles originales en anglais. Plusieurs comportent de longues sections instrumentales ; aucune indication de couplet, refrain, production ou interprétation n’a été ajoutée.

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

Un signal inexpliqué se glisse sous la réalité ordinaire. Sept morceaux psychédéliques hypnotiques traversent le verre, des pièces impossibles, un temps décalé et des corps transparents avant qu’un oracle sans bouche ne parle.

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