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The Oracle Has No Mouth è un concept album in stile 1968 su una trasmissione inspiegabile sotto la realtà ordinaria. La fonte non viene definita tecnologica, soprannaturale, extraterrestre o psicologica. Conta la crescente consapevolezza di uno strato nascosto in cui spazio, tempo, percezione, persone e macchine smettono di comportarsi normalmente.
“The Signal Goes On” introduce una presenza più antica di chi l’ascolta. “Through the Glass Machine” attraversa lo strato nascosto; “The Room Without Corners” elimina la geometria normale e “Seven Seconds Behind” porta suono e movimento fuori tempo. “The Engine Sleeps Upright” suggerisce un meccanismo sotto gli eventi senza spiegarlo.
“Everyone Became Transparent” rivolge il disturbo all’interno: strade, stanze, ricordi e parole non dette diventano visibili nei corpi. Il brano eponimo raccoglie i motivi in un rituale enigmatico di sette finestre, sette porte, specchi, passi e identità ricordata. Il messaggio finale non risolve nulla.
Scaletta
- 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
Tavolozza sonora
Figure circolari di basso, chitarre fuzz e tremolo, dodici corde, tessiture ad arco, organi Hammond e Farfisa, harmonium, piano elettrico, vibrafono, oscillatori primitivi e percussioni sciolte di fine anni Sessanta creano una sequenza ipnotica ma volutamente varia.
Saturazione, riverbero a molla, eco a nastro, phasing, chitarra rovesciata, feedback, movimento stereo e velocità instabile mantengono il disco grezzo e umano. I mantra scarni si aprono gradualmente al canto melodico, alle voci stratificate e alla profonda voce profetica dell’oracolo.
Note d’archivio
Il disco inizia con la ripetizione come rassicurazione e termina con la ripetizione come profezia. I segnali continuano senza risposta; le porte non portano da nessuna parte; stanze esistono nei volti e macchine operano senza movimento visibile. Ogni brano rende il mondo familiare un po’ meno affidabile.
L’ambiguità è intenzionale. L’identità dell’oracolo, la natura del segnale e il significato dell’essere “ricordati” restano irrisolti. Nessun luogo, macchina, diagnosi o spiegazione soprannaturale chiude il circuito.
Testi
Tutti e sette i brani conservano i testi originali in inglese. Diversi contengono lunghi passaggi strumentali; non sono state aggiunte etichette di strofa, ritornello, produzione o interpretazione.
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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Un segnale inspiegabile scorre sotto la realtà ordinaria. Sette brani di psichedelia ipnotica attraversano vetro, stanze impossibili, tempo ritardato e corpi trasparenti prima che parli un oracolo senza bocca.
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