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The Oracle Has No Mouth — выполненный в стиле 1968 года концептуальный альбом о необъяснимом сигнале под поверхностью обыденной реальности. Его источник не определяется ни как технологический, ни как сверхъестественный, внеземной или психологический. Важнее растущее осознание скрытого слоя, где пространство, время, восприятие, люди и машины перестают вести себя привычно.
The Signal Goes On представляет присутствие, более древнее, чем его слушатели. Through the Glass Machine переходит в скрытый слой; The Room Without Corners отменяет обычную геометрию, а Seven Seconds Behind позволяет звуку и движению выпасть из времени. The Engine Sleeps Upright намекает на механизм под событиями, не объясняя его.
Everyone Became Transparent обращает нарушение внутрь: улицы, комнаты, воспоминания и невысказанные слова становятся видимыми внутри человеческих тел. Заглавная композиция собирает прежние мотивы в загадочный ритуал семи окон, семи дверей, зеркал, шагов и вспоминаемой личности. Её финальное послание — You were not brought here / You were remembered — ничего не разрешает.
Список композиций
- 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
Общая продолжительность: 38:19
Звуковая палитра
Круговые басовые фигуры, фузз- и тремоло-гитара, звон 12-струнной гитары, смычковые фактуры, органы Hammond и Farfisa, фисгармония, электрическое фортепиано, вибрафон, примитивные осцилляторы и свободная перкуссия конца 1960-х создают гипнотическую, но намеренно разнообразную последовательность.
Насыщенная плёнка, пружинная реверберация, плёночное эхо, фейзинг, обратная гитара, обратная связь, стереодвижение и нестабильная скорость плёнки сохраняют сырое, человеческое звучание. Редкие мантры постепенно раскрываются в мелодическое пение, многослойные голоса и глубокую пророческую подачу оракула.
Архивные заметки
Пластинка начинается повторением как успокоением и заканчивается повторением как пророчеством. Сигналы продолжаются без ответа; двери ведут в никуда; комнаты существуют внутри лиц; машины работают без видимого движения. Каждая композиция делает знакомый мир чуть менее надёжным.
Неоднозначность намеренна. Личность оракула, природа сигнала и смысл того, что тебя «вспомнили», остаются неразрешёнными. Ни названное место, ни машина, диагноз или сверхъестественное объяснение не замыкают цепь.
Тексты песен
Все семь композиций сохраняют оригинальные английские тексты. Несколько содержат длинные инструментальные фрагменты; обозначения куплетов, припевов, продюсирования или исполнения не добавлялись.
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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