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Several Others

by Whispering Sons

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1.
Dead End 03:55
eyes casting forth glances of disdain don’t they see I’m a saint I should be praised while I parade past my own remains I strive for perfection they should hang on every word I speak lick the dirt off my lips and kiss my cheeks cheer on the evolution that I seek I am ripe for perfection but I gradually cut out all the pieces I don’t like I enslaved myself to a maniacal mind now I’m a bitter better person a superficial version
2.
Heat 03:38
amid a transfixed crowd, their mouths agape, gathered around a centerpiece amid pillars and statues so majestic, I move with their mechanical dancing. beaming like the highest art she strikes divine, yet taunts me with her smile, I’m mystified as we lock eyes hold me down swelling smoke streams around her feet her veins glowing bright with heat; she reveals fissures in her magnificence while I still dwell on diligence I see the masses disperse at the sight of it their shutters hide the sight of it and I am stunned by the sight of it I stand still close to my world’s end she rose and brought hell under my skin she was sleeping so soundly sleeping so soundly hold me down she has a face no stranger than mine flaring up under the red stained sky; in the glorious ruins of her appearance I recognize myself disappearing; I weep for the wreckage around me, her betrayal confounds me. a spectacle that haunts me every time we lock eyes close to my world’s end she rose and brought hell under my skin she was sleeping so soundly sleeping so soundly
3.
I leave you wounded as the blue night washes over your skin your pale face marked with a grim but satisfied grin I leave you wounded and trace the lines on your naked spine it’s facing me, then fades into the red of your sheets I leave you wounded outside resounds a maddening song I’m balancing on the edge of the bed and of a nightmare I leave you wounded collapsed in red while I slowly caress all that’s left I leave you wounded I leave you writhing and squirming your soft lips still bleeding with fervour I leave you wounded collapsed in red with your bare limbs scattered around the bed I leave you wounded I leave you writhing and squirming like vermin on the verge of extinction there is blood everywhere I look I leave you wounded collapsed in red with your bare limbs scattered around the bed I leave you wounded I leave you writhing and squirming like vermin on the verge of extinction there is blood everywhere I look I wash my hands in innocence I wash my hands in diligence I walk out clean get back to work I do not stir get back to work
4.
Vision 04:09
a ghost in woman’s clothes painted the scenery with her hopes placed stone upon stone to raise her self-constructed throne now she shimmers down the hall through decades of muffled talk people look up and applaud the mad words of their brand-new god a look so lost a face so dead she suddenly turned shapeless can’t be found in the present she crashes into senses still cloaked in her absence feels the burden of ascending to a non-existent end a look so lost a face so dead she suddenly turned shapeless can’t be found in the present
5.
Screens 04:08
she’s doing her most famous impression passionately projecting all her feigned obsessions some fresh flesh unstained on your stage her head on your wall, her face on your screen it’s obscene to assume that she wants to be seen a harsh flash she’s chained to your gaze she’s doing her most famous impression passionately projecting all her feigned obsessions some fresh flesh unstained on your stage but lost in chagrin, her play turns tragic a manic eruption, a grotesque panic her limbs twitch deranged a new state she’s no longer a woman she’s no longer a woman she’s no longer a person to talk to to look for and care for, a woman to look for and talk to she’s no longer a woman she’s no longer a woman she’s merely a body to look at a monstrous body to look at a vile body pouring from all sides blood-drenched and sweat soaked and teary-eyed her flesh cries but don’t avert your eyes are those tears supposed to resemble emotions?
6.
Flood 04:04
I carve silence in my forearm there’s no silence in my head encircling me with incoherent scraps of talk I carve silence in my forearm murmurous flood of words murderous streams of thought murmurous flood of words that muddle focus, make me stutter and mutter murderous streams of thought under my breath, break my skull, I need some rest please break my skull I need some rest I carve silence in my forearm there’s no silence in my head murmurous flood of words murderous streams of thought
7.
Surface 03:20
I’ve heard they seldom surface if they’re buried deep enough but you keep fingering under my skin trying to dig them up my eyes are opened wide yet you appear a dream solitary minds think alike facing reality you want that sweet embrace to slit me out of my shape to absorb me and unveil the raw canvas that you crave so close now so closed off all stiffened up I’ve heard they seldom surface when they’re flung far into the flood but you dive right in, unwavering, dissolve in my blood and in that sweet embrace I slide out of my shape you absorb me and unveil the raw canvas that you crave so close now suck me in before I sink back into shape so close now so closed off all stiffened up you never made them surface because I'm buried deep enough
8.
Aftermath 04:07
the city in a red haze a brutal masterpiece the sun in which I bathe feigning harmony I awoke from sleep with no memories I arose to the summit of my being the horizon brightened by a glowing crowd over their land hangs silence like a smouldering shroud I awoke from sleep with no memories I arose to the summit of my being I awoke with no memories asleep for so many years it seems I feel more golden, more grand, than I’ve ever felt before standing here at the edge of my world, I see it simmering at my feet it's such an unfamiliar scene gaping in front of me it's such an unfamiliar scene gazing right back at me there's never been an inch in which I was myself there's never been a level of self-confidence always be someone else instead of yourself so I have been several others and I feel more golden, more grand, than I’ve ever felt before my arms stretched out in an attempt grasp this fleeting moment I've bent over backwards to get where I always wanted to be I've bent over backwards and lost track of where I'd been there's never been an inch in which I was myself there's never been a level of self-confidence always be someone else instead of yourself so I have been several others there's never been an inch in which I was myself there's never been a level of self-confidence always be someone else instead of yourself so I have been several others
9.
Satantango 03:58
see them circling their shadows see them trembling in terror see them kindling their fires see them stirring to silence see them blackening their soils see them burning in turmoil see them fleeing to silence see them fleeing to silence she’s that satan tangoing through our streets thrust your way through the crowd throw yourself at her feet but don’t you dare to speak ‘cause you’ll get ripped to pieces don’t you dare to speak you’d better flee this demon in this blazing light she laughs her teeth bare and bites she takes delight in filling this dead air with fright as they wade through the flames she cries look at me
10.
Surgery 02:34
so here I am now, stretched out on the table I feel like I'm overdressed for the occasion some soothing words as preparation “are you alright because you seem a bit shaken” four pairs of hands flying around with some tools “you’re so pale you nearly merge with the room you will feel a sting, so take a deep breath” oh please just bring that needle to my head and while you’re at it, can you cut me some jagged edges as you can see, this body ain’t all that precious already battered, a mere vessel now hurry up or it will burst under pressure and be so kind as to open me up wide tear out the filth that’s piled up inside I feel sick, take a deep breath before they bring the scalpel to my head and slowly slice cut it out seal me off a hissing sound stitch me up tightly now something in here smells horribly burned the floor is littered with liquids and dirt the headrest stained, a deep red shade, I wipe off the blood that’s trickling down my face I will be blessed with a beautiful scar at least now, I finally look the part I feel an itch, take a deep breath as I slowly bring my hands up to my head and

about

'Several Others' marks Whispering Sons’ first full-length since their 2018 debut 'Image'. Having retreated to the Ardennes during the summer, the band took the strongest parts of their old work and refined them even further. Where ‘Image’ was theatrical and widescreen, this time around they focused more on their greatest strength – sheer, unpretentious intensity.

'Several Others' will be released June 18th on [PIAS].

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released June 18, 2021

Music and words by Whispering Sons
Recorded at Gam Studio, August 2020
Produced by Dijf Sanders
Engineered and co-produced by Bert Vliegen
Mixed by Claudius Mittendorfer
Mastered by Laurens Grossen
Photography by Sybren Vanoverberghe
Design by Jurgen Maelfeyt and Anne de Boeck

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