Production Notes
PS Perkins: Guitars, bass, lyre, vocals
Ron Thomas: Autoharps, Drums
Mixed and Mastered by Mystic Tape Deck
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Lyric Sheet
A mask may reveal what it’s meant to conceal
From those who are standing beside us
Armor of pride, so we learn to abide
By the monsters which hide deep inside us
The monsters which lurk deep inside us
Oh, how they scratch and they bite us
The monsters which lurk deep inside us
Only to know what the professor knows
Eating black bread, wearing clothes of the dead
The soil soaked in honey around us
For fear if we failed, leave the ogre unveiled
And it’s back in the grave where they found us
Back in the grave where they found us
Freed from the ties which had bound us
Back in the grave where they found us
Only to know what the professor knows
In the catacomb vaults, we extracted the salts
From cadavers to lengthen our youth
Chanting the names at the edge of the flames
And a mirror to show us the truth
A mirror which speaks only truth
See how it seeks not to soothe
A mirror which speaks only truth
Only to know what the professor knows
In the underworld maze, in the night of no days
Concocting the plan we’re devising
Much to endure on the road to En-Dor
And to snatch from Elohim arising
To snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Snatch from Elohim arising
Addendums
A constructed visage, a fabricated guise, a finished frontispiece
Worn to conceal, instead reveals, worn to reveal, in return conceals
Reposed in authority, to speak with divinity, to be perceived
Powerful, enlightened, formidable, threatening, admonishing
To lose control, to unshoulder the yoke of courtesy and lash
Whipping and kicking against those who otherwise might control you
Wearing masks of their own, posing as gods, golden faced and vigorous
To oppress, to impress, to confess, to administer, to profess
Leaving none unmasked, some beneath many filmy embryonic layers
Occupant of the mind behind the mask, in becoming, a metamorphosis
Molted and mutated, transfigured, transposed, commuted identity, exposed
A veil, a cloak, a camouflage, an assembled visage, a posture and pose
Humility to no longer possess, or an obedience to suddenly perform
One mask for the world, to present the person you want them to see
Another gloss veneer lurking in dim tunnels and serpentine catacombs
Winding beneath the twisted roots of trees away from the atomic sun
Where sometimes on the quietest of lunar lit and luminous evenings
Heard the most foul and clangorous inhuman screaming and wailing
Issuing from beneath the ground, from within the grim grottoes
Where strange and hideous undead creatures cry from their cages
Lowered into pits and vats, corpses disinterred and disappeared
From graves left uncovered, mounds of wormy soil at their sides
Casket lids left broken or smashed, opened and evacuated
Dragged below the dank and murky earth into foul boiling vats
And burned over infernal fires putrid, rank and revolting
Ashes and salts refined, collected, condensed, and preserved
Used to resurrect the mind of the deceased, to probe beyond the flesh
A knitting needle jabbed deep into the brain, it’s button hook snags
On stringy sinewy threads, pulling them through and over the eyes
To meet the dead even as they were in life, reanimated, standing
Behold there is a pythoness with a familiar spirit at En-dor
Whom given a magical amulet and an offering of incense and myrtle
Shows the upright shade of Samuel, sending Saul to fall on a sword
The professor was perfect and well mannered, fearing the grave
Not for the cold cradle of non being and inevitable death
But for he had been clasped in the clutches of quietus twice before
Having been careless with his vices, worn upon the shoulder
Where before the eager and hungry, to aver, allege and asseverate
A trance state muttering, names spoken from the murk of shadow
The steward of a ship used to conceal and mask the trafficking of slaves
A Yedoni with bones in their mouth, slobbering in secret tongues
Odes and platitudes provided to the blind second soul of Tiresias
Who remained an eyeless prophet beyond the fields of Asphodel
That the dead may rise powerless to deny their insistent insipid request
And bestow upon them the wild and wafting incorporeal wisdom
Where only the essence of the unrestrained mind may tread
BARDS: Of The Shimmering Seraphs
Of The Shimmering Seraphs concerns itself with the interior landscape of the human spirit. Its twelve songs correspond to the opening sequence of the Nazilic Arcana, an initiatory collection of archetypes preserved throughout the Bell Archive.
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Annotation 03-05G: Concerning the Consultation of the Dead
The latter half of the poem contains numerous references associated with necromantic traditions, including the Witch of Endor, Tiresias, ancestral shades, and various methods of posthumous communication. Contemporary Nazilic sources appear to have treated such matters with unusual seriousness. Repeated references to excavation, refinement, preservation, and reconstruction have led researchers to propose that the Professor's true field of study was memory itself. Particularly the persistence of memory beyond bodily death. Whether the poem describes literal attempts to communicate with the deceased or an allegorical descent into the unconscious remains unresolved.
Several commentators have also noted striking similarities between descriptions of the Professor and the figure of Joseph Curwen, the infamous necromancer appearing in the Providence Fragments attributed to H. P. Lovecraft. Particular attention has been drawn to the poem's references to exhumation, the refinement of human remains into salts and essences, and the subsequent restoration of consciousness through ritual means. A small but persistent school of Nazilic historians has therefore suggested that Curwen may have been based upon an earlier Professor tradition, or alternatively, that later Nazilic writers deliberately incorporated Curwen into the mythology as a convenient mask through which certain teachings could be preserved. More speculative accounts go further still, proposing that Curwen himself should be regarded as a historical manifestation of the archetype.
Several accounts identify the Professor as one of the few archetypes willing to seek knowledge from sources regarded as dangerous, corrupting, or forbidden. The figure occupies a curious position within the mythology. The Professor, revered by some as a scholar of unparalleled courage, is regarded by others as venturing too far beneath the roots of the world.
Annotation 03-05A: Notes From The Musicians
The inspiration for this song was essentially fourfold:
First, H.P. Lovecraft's terrifying necromancer Joseph Curwen (from "The Case of Charles Dexter Ward") who masked his true identity in order to thwart suspicion from his fellow townsfolk. He has many secrets lurking in his underground catacombs where he performs acts of necromancy most foul, extracting the "salts" of the dead in order to raise them at will and learn the secrets of ancient eldritch deities.
Second, a poem by Rudyard Kipling titled "En-Dor" which was a warning against the rise of spiritualism and the cost of communion with the dead in the early 20th century.
Third, the biblical Saul who traveled in disguise to visit a witch at the city of Endor in order to summon Samuel from the dead and garner advice on defeating the Philistines, but who only prophesies doom for Saul. Saul dies later the next day in the battle of Gilboa.
Lastly, the story of Odysseus communing with the underworld where he enlists the help of Tiresias to have a chat with the dead and secure for himself a safe journey home.
They all seek communion with the dead for one purpose: to gain knowledge which only those who have crossed over between realms might possess.