HYMNS OF OBLIVION

by William Basinski

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Ego Broken An absolutely unexpected surprise discovering a whole different side of our beloved artist. Equally a refreshing and exciting addition to his body of work, and yes, you can notice this is from 30 years ago, because you can feel and hear the outrageous desperation of a young soul crying hopelessly. This, combined with an 80's vintage sound, makes it a very special and satisfying listening for the lonely. Thanks for sharing this pearl of youth with the world Mr. Lestat! Favorite track: Where the World Waits.
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Sweeney Such an incredible artist. There's not much more to be said. William is a genius. x Favorite track: Because.
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1.
Because 02:39
I heard your voice turned around quickly but you weren't there and then it hit me because you're dead why are you dead? where are you? you're there and I'm not how can it be you're cold and I'm hot how can it be I'm here and you're not?
2.
I had to ask myself like wounded light like the hymns of oblivion in agony, I had to ask myself my mutilated memory the sound of the sea and careless decisions of the waiting waters still the hope of someone else not losing eternal torment a soul the certainty of glory carefully considered inertia like concentrated rain like the intimacy of a fog a forgotten sky will come to me like the intimacy of a fog ... the waiting waters will caress you the waiting waters, they'll caress you
3.
in the cycles of language of tongues of flesh of oracles of the subject of the other of the secrets of the cypher the individual myth the great warriors the great warriors in the memory of men in the universal conflict in the work of the memory in which the child is born into language reversed in repetition in order in it's own object to itself must be remembered that in this fact that in this moment possessions are achieved became perfected mastering privations in them that the moment becomes human that the cycles of language of tongues of flesh of oracles of the subject of the other of the secrets of the cypher the individual myth the great warriors the great warriors in the memory of men in anticipating provocation back to speech to sputtering the vocable to saying and this object simply embodied in the unconditional certain attested or not in memory of its circular sense that the cycles of language of tongues of flesh of oracles of the subject of the other of the secrets of the cypher the individual myth the great warriors the great warriors in the memory of men
4.
within this dark I heard you after having been such warm tears where there were louder hours held in your eyes that every memory could not appear i heard you say shudder in your unknown body complete darkness without the Earth without the most possible witness waiting through this sleep i heard you say spoken speeches where there the vastness showed itself and piled in the invisible world like a secret orbit a volume of aluminum dreaming suspended from a string of slumbers i heard you say without any air i heard you say the sound of this enormous speech from deep within this body deep within these dreams there were the shapes these strange arrangements of weightless shapes from deep with these fingers deep within these dreams I heard you say without any air and darling if there's anything i'd like to tell you and listen very closely my love all these dreams and these desires well, darling they're all for you without any air i'm strangling this lullaby will have to be our goodbye i hope you'll understand you'll always be my dream
5.
by the grace of near tears simple nature of the most essential law the glass of gloom there shattered and said by the grace of near tears simple nature of the most essential law the glass of gloom there shattered and said I, another, who is to share in the execution of the habits of their speech who say a speaker a hearer exclusively individual involved in the ability to create this sense these tears an apparition torn from a trance or a long nights sleep and faithfully attended by the whole wide world thank the useful organs likely that they're faithful to the silent sounds delicious afternoise by the grace of near tears simple nature of the most essential law the glass of gloom there shattered and said I, another, who is to share in the execution of the habits of their speech who say a speaker a hearer exclusively individual involved in the ability to create this sense these tears an apparition delicious afternoise...
6.
Mesmerized 04:20
mesmerized you with your sad eyes in the moonlight your mesial hair expressing the world into halves any imaginable scull tampering with the moonlight the retinas of the absolute eye tampering with the light tampering with the light an unemotional excess the sleep and benign neglect of your sleep you there with your hands as they fail to hold your hands your heads your complicated legs obtuse tongues and momentary voices the burdens of privations clutter the certainty cover the crisis and answer no, it is standing still
7.
ideas of the ether the Earth the instruments of the comets the Ancients of the object then the body falling coming from so far away the light of so many years redundancy breeds redundancy inhabiting a shell addicted to several seconds of a warm well being protected by a knot of holes a ring of smoke solid with faces with struts and edges and millions of foreheads filled with practical passions noble generations in tears foreign fields and fields of light there in all directions lost light occupied by signs and sympathetic fevers and functions of the senses idiopathic forms in form of the motionless senses the ether the Earth the instruments of the Anceints then the body falling a ring of smoke redundancy it's falling a ring of smoke
8.
Time 06:28
almost no sky no Moon time as time is incomplete and still present when no one is there noiseless it rests touched and seized extinguished always and always and always out there time as time is disturbed what we see used to be seen it scatters the sky and waits just an instant noiseless the anguish canniballized in daylight a hole or holes the usual benign light suspends the hold of divinity and the night is dissolved by the spread of its night by crowded asleep in a name asleep and it rest there the culmination of time and surrounded it goes nowhere till the end of the world
9.
incredible how the daylight the midnight the fidelity of the sluggish vegetation and all this hesitation of the lignified earth expresses anonymity in one collected and protected point the ornaments of neural languages the genuine appearance of geography and pluvial depression diminishing the memory of nature to an overgrown empty building disintegrated by despair and covered with the weight of time hung in the shadows pruning itself of the migrant mattresses of an invisible population there are the abandoned fields the bulky the inert the enormous ovum of everyone recombined in all possible ways dislodged by the useful infant marooned on Earth the usual allegiances constitute the speaking truth the would be dreams the battered past the insignificant details of an inactive time the constant vigil of voices deserted volumes of air caressed into volumes of endless everywhere where what is know will remain unknowable evaporated flesh submerged by the shade the sunlight across the water the pale horizon the elegant insects move through the gutted floors across walls and ceilings
10.
in order to be it needs only itself in a primitive upsurge a psychic sleep passes obliquely across the borders of the body between the various windows where the world waits where the world waits it's there I wonder a transparent sheet of gelatine operating and over coating the earth where no perspective changes the direction of the wind I wander to a place displaced by a necessity as vague as the light of this window where your palms loose the syllables of their pressed shadows where the grain of the glass lies in the beginning of this sentence that is transparent because what it says has so little meaning and two faces one on each side of its gaze enclosing each of it's moments in indefinite movements as if expressing the end to everything which ends in you changing the direction of the wind i want to where the world waits time passes obliquely across the borders of the body where the world waits it's there I wander
11.
writing on the Earth so removed from the Earth shattering a thousand screams a broken window mixed with flashes of glass and sky weeds and vines smooth surfaces such as the sea the threaded wind the boom of the harbor folded in seconds in ruins and insignified rust an ambivalent monument already interlaced with the people to come and then they come riding on the Earth waiting in a striated sweat all covered in ointment of a customary pledge a fierce hallucination the patterns of smooth flesh and skeletal shudders content in a reptilian slumber close inside the inner end splits into two and the chemisty of life rubs its hard face across your eyes the cells make a sucking sound a fierce hallucination

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never released, 30 year old song cycle with lyrics by Jennifer Jaffe of legendary art installation collective, TODT. It's dark, but they've been exploring our dystopian nightmare since the 80's. my goth, Lestat phase recorded at Arcadia in Williamsburg, 1989-1991. there are some videos of a live performance at Arcadia on Vimeo. vimeo.com/williambasinski

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released March 20, 2020

produced by William Basinski Arcadia Studios NYC 1989-1991.
synths, tape, saxes, voice: William Basinski
guitars: Tod Pavelek
cover photo: James Elaine

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