ARCTURUS
The Sham Mirrors (2002)
1. Kinetic
2. Nightmare Heaven
3. Ad Absurdum
4. Collapse Generation
5. Star-Crossed
6. Radical Cut
7. For To End Yet Again
THE INSTITUTE OF COMMON OBLIVION:
TRICKSTER G. REX: VOICES OF GHOSTS AND MONKEYS AND GENERAL
MANIPULATION
STEINAR SVERD JOHNSEN: FUGUE KEY FIGURE
HELLHAMMER: DRUMS AND FLAMES
KNUT M. VALLE: HIGH GUITAR RIDER
DAG F. GRAVEM: LOW GUITAR RIDER
STARRING:
IHSAHN: SPITTING VOICE ON TRACK 6.
MATHIAS EICK: UBU'S HORN ON TRACKS 3, 4 AND 6.
HUGH STEVEN JAMES MINGAY: LOW FREQUENTATION ON TRACK 6.
Recorder on various spaces, times and formats from 2000 to 2002.
Sound recordists G., Valle and Johnsen.
Mixed by Tore Ylwizaker at AMBASSADEN, jan. 2002.
Music by Johnsen, Lyrics by G. except tracks 4 and 6 by H.
Produced by G. and Phantom FX.
Mastered by Tom la Bomba at STRYPE AUDIO
Design, photos and manipulation by Marius Renberg (Subtopia)
and Kim Solve Madsen (Kaaessemm. Band photos by G.
The title for track 7 is lifted from Samuel Beckett.
Sleeve quotes from the pre-surreliast play Ubu the King by Alfred Jarry.
1. Kinetic
Welcome
this transmission
from a fallen star
Light has departed
from this black sun
But please put us on
to bring darkness down
from your head and home
Our enterprise a success
as return is no option
our eyes were removed
for our own safety
The distance too great
for you to hear our cries
nevermind take this lamp
we are beyond light
We learned so little
of inhuman culture
before disappearance
went right through us
The mothership
boarded by fools
we escape space
in order to reach
our destination
And if you are listening
please tell us about the time
where and when we exist
no more
For when you go
we go with you
via wormholes
2. Nightmare Heaven
The subjects of sleep
Their faces once awake
on sodomy and death
and smoke and laughter
their feet no longer
underground
The snow hides the traces
never set in a first place
This negative kingdom
hey horrible and white
the angels all stone
passing their years
hoping to be saved
from oblivion
...by oblivion
And the miracle is that
nothing has happened
nothing has a history
or a name
Only the voice
of falling snow
3. Ad Absurdum
This dead orchestra
play on instruments
strung with the fibres
of my mind
And skeletons dance
they have no voice
and no complaint
But I am still flesh
and will not serve
you vampire fools
bringing you life
by invoking dead
I'm tired of telling stories
with this ghostvoice of mine
so you can say you don't
believe in ghosts
You drink me animal
wasted on my madness
leaving me blank and empty
But tonight
I'm Houdini
Gonna kill my shadow
penetrate your sanctum
See your loss
through your eyes
and laugh as two
you not knowing why
and wanting to die
4. Collapse Generation
Time is on trial
Generation and collapse
inside the space of things
Series of inertia
A trial and a time
5. Star-Crossed
We-
organic images
dissolving earth
Our future children
sure at us unfixed
from a residence of stars
in their sidereal ships
ho sailing beyond within
Their eyes
black in kingdoms of gold
like the rocks of this desert
where we wander in circles
tails up the ass of time
And our vision
goes backwards
the traces we see
after something
ot even existing
beyond the prints
All dreams end here
where our cries began
resounding to museums
of a world we believed
neverending
And we stop
exhausted
beginning
not again
And the panic
like the light
of some star
exploding
Flashing in black holes of not knowing
if we ever made a away out of this mud
6. Radical Cut
Spit white speech
the voice is mine
the skin of the slit
cut cigarette size
The butt size head
voluptuous white
cum cigarette slit
the spitting line
The cigarette skin
white head in line
the voice is white
erasing mine
Skin the white
the radical line
the cigarette butt
head radical skin
7. For To End Yet Again
Full of frequency
an unintelligible roar
of everything ever lived
or altogether avoided life
A storm of voices
and backward thoughts
through deserts of sand
through gutters of shite
Drums and flames
our bodies in ruins
and I say my name
without my voice
Speed increases
fucking all up
in a whirling wind
tearing all order apart
in order to rebuild order
Police, police, police
please stop the Euro
from binar bin Laden
Io paramount Pan
Io Paradox Pan
Don't fight it, you'll only
whirl up all mass hysteria
in your thousandfold self
We lost eachother
we slide unnoticeably
in hallucinatory orbit
around the sun
the black sun
oh black sun
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