blackworld'98
vadim s. sabinich
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Nikolay Ulianov
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BACKWORLD ISLES OF THE BLEST HCD 002
The Isles Of The Blest
Heaven's Gate
God Against All
The Desert Has 12 Things
Mary Of The Blue Sky
Lies & Lullabies
Who's To Judge?
Vox Sacra: Ancient Lies
Harrow Of Skulls
Season Of Sacrifice
Beautiful Dream
Leaving The Isles Of The Blest
Maroon Heaven
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"I intend to unveil all mysteries: religious mysteries or those of nature,
death, birth, the future, the past, cosmogony, the void.
I am a master of hallucinations." - Rimbaud
Backworld is:
Joseph Budenholzer: vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, piano
Greg Shakar: acoustic and electric guitars, clarinet, vocals
Joan Dalin: violin, vocals
Lisa Kraber: violin, recorder, vocals
with
Lisa Haney: cello
and very special thanks to
Jarboe: vocals on track 11
Recorded at Harbingerhouse, NYC, 1998. Mastered by Paul Geluso.
Words and music by Joseph Budenholzer, except, words to
The Desert Has 12 Things, by Mechthild of Magdeburg (1207-1294) and music
on tracks 1, 8, 13 by Backworld.
Cover illustration based on painting by Hildegarde of Bingen (1098-1179).
Group photo by: La Pussy Gata, all other photos: J. Budenholzer.
Many thanks to: David, Alan, and Alison at World Serpent Distribution,
Tony Wakeford, Howard Forbes, Rebecca Gaffney, Derek Rush, Dawn Robinson,
Lydia Lunch, David Keenan, Bryin Dall, Kevin Dunn, Kevin Wahlen,
Jennifer Rogers, Patricia Flynn, Joe & Mary Jo.
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* * Heaven's Gate
Waiting here in the dark
Into the heart to creep.
The others have gone away,
To the other other side of the world.
The wilderness in your eyes,
Is an offering for the blind,
Calling down the fires of the sky.
I see you hiding in the dark
I hear you calling me by name.
Hear you the fever in my voice;
As we all go up in flames.
Off of the egde of the earth,
Washed by a fllod of flame.
If emptiness is the sin,
Then this will be the end.
Unfortunate and unwise,
So dangerous to disguice,
Calling down the fires of the sky.
Wasting under the cruel sun,
Now that's the final sign.
The sky keeps getting lower
And we'll never survive the day.
Reaching for Heaven's gates
But Heaven just stands and waits
Calling down the fires of the sky.
I see you hiding in the dark
I hear you calling me by name.
Hear you the fever in my voice;
As we all go up in flames.
There's absolution in the dark.
An offering we can't explain.
It's the feeling of your hands,
As you lay them on me.
* * God Against All
We walk alone in a deep forest.
Together, yet apart, we form a dark chorus.
The leaves are turning into blood and gold,
Jesus wept while the others slept and he was sold.
Pale victim on a cross with steel gray eyes,
With deep wounds in his hands and in his side.
The wound in his side was a mouth wide with fear.
Saying, "Abandon hope all ye who enter here."
Every man for himself,
Every woman for herself
And god against all.
The silhouette of crosses on the hill,
There reared against the grey sky standing still.
The drops of precious blood fall to the ground.
Striking the stones they make an awesome sound.
We were there on Easter morning
Watching as the stone was rolled away,
And in the depths we saw him lying
And sank into our minds.
Every man for himself,
Every woman for herself
And god against all.
* * The Desert Has 12 Things
You must love no-thingness,
You must flee something,
You must remain alone
And go to nobody.
You must be very active
And free of all things.
You must deliver the captives
And force those who are free.
You must control the sick
And yet have nothing for yourself.
You must drink the water of suffering
And light the fire of Love with wood
of the virtues.
Thus you live in the true desert.
* * Mary Of The Blue Sky
Mary of the blue sky
You've been trying too long to see,
Veiled in blue and green.
Suffering in complete silence,
Nothing's ever exactly as it should be,
If believe in Mary.
If you've ever waited
On comfort of somebody,
As you know, its the hardest thing
That one can do.
Mary ever virgin
Passions flames are licking at you
But never getting through you.
Yet she whirls with wild abandon,
Twisting turning serpent in the sand,
I can't understand you.
If you've ever wandered
Right below a comet falling,
Watched it briefly flicker out of view...
Now she sits in a awkward silence
Tremors rumble deep beneath the ground;
Such an unearthy sound.
And she sees everything,
Reading my mind, telling the future too,
Mary of the blue sky.
In her perfect slumber
Reinvented our mythology.
If she should ever wake up,
Ever wake up, wide awake...
* * Lies And Lullabies
All the damage that you've done,
All the harm that you still do,
Lighting the bonfires of the new Dark Age,
The endless torments you put us through.
All the battles that you plot.
Just like the jealous rage you threw
When the Crusades were fought,
In the blind service of you.
With lies and lullabies inducing sleep,
You're like an insecticide sweetly creeping,
Sweetly creeping.
All the millions you attack
And your kind redeeming act,
This seduction that you sell
Is nothing but a fairy tale.
With lies and lullabies inducing sleep,
You're like an insecticide sweetly creeping,
Sweetly creeping.
* * Harrow Of Skulls
Washed in the tears
Of the innocent one.
A season in hell,
A passionate flood,
And thought becomes a seed,
A promise sacrifice,
The beginning becomes the end
And ashes turn white.
We place our hands on the harrow of skulls
We place our hands on the harrow of skulls
We place our hands on the harrow of skulls
The glory of dreams,
Embracing the void,
And suffering is clean,
Crucifixion a joy.
A symphony of screams
And angels of dust,
The prisoners of reason
Are liberated by lust.
We place our hands on the harrow of skulls
We place our hands on the harrow of skulls
We place our hands on the harrow of skulls
* * Season Of Sacrifice
Nearing harvest time,
We are simple and blind
On the garden path,
Content in our blindness.
The flower of deceit
Will fulfill our desires,
Sustain our belief
In the beautiful lie.
In the season of sacrifice
In the season of sacrifice
In the season of sacrifice
The beautiful lie
Was made to appeal,
To every human alive
Because death is real.
And so we dream
Of a love everlasting,
Some are gathered for the feast,
Others are fasting.
In the season of sacrifice
In the season of sacrifice
In the season of sacrifice
The tape of Eden,
A consuming kiss,
As the winter grows deeper,
Ignorance is bliss.
Sacrifice illusion,
Close the book of deceit,
Unbury the truth
That will bury thee.
In the season of sacrifice
In the season of sacrifice
In the season of sacrifice
* * Beautiful Dream
Beautiful dream
Beyond my imagination.
All that I've seen,
All that is left,
All that is hiding.
Returning to me
Is a language long forgotten,
Denied by silent voices
Screaming 'cross the garden.
My beautiful dream,
Oh my beautiful dream.
Though I don't believe
In the future.
I know, waiting for me,
Is another beautiful dream.
Around the corner is
Another empty hallway,
Where echoed voices
Are the demons of my fears.
My beautiful dream,
O my beautiful dream.
* * Leaving The Isles Of The Blest
I rose up on golden wings
Into the hands of God.
I was dropped from the hands of God
For praying at the grave of Jesus,
Praying at the grave of Jesus.
It's hard to resist.
I'm leaving the Isles of the Blest.
A shadow rose from far below,
Covering the eyes of God.
Panic spread, the world was cracked,
Opening the grave of Jesus,
Opening the grave of Jesus.
We're torn between the life of the dead
And a gasping breath,
Between the resurrection and the lie
Sowed by the preachers of death,
Sowed by the preachers of death.
I entered the house of God
Drunk on the blood of Jesus.
Once inside it then turned out
I was praying in a house of slaughter.
It's hard to resist.
I'm leaving the Isles of the Blest.
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