We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Crypt Hymns {Part II}

by WILT

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $7 USD  or more

     

  • Cassette + Digital Album

    c52

    Includes unlimited streaming of Crypt Hymns {Part II} via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 7 days
    1 remaining

      $9 USD or more 

     

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
Corporeal 06:11
10.

about

Part Two in a trilogy inspired by the poetry of Percy Bysshe Shelley. Part One is "A Deep Reflecting Gloom" and Part Three is "Crypt Gloom".

Crypt Hymns reside somewhere between the billowing seas of death industrial, the cold drift of dark electronics and the raw layered earthen grave of ambient noise. A Poetic consciousness, veils of unreality and caves of depressed dreams equaling almost two hours of mystic landscapes. Exploring volcanic ash covered fields. Grafting walls of cold insensibility. Moonlight on mossy ground. Part 2 in a tribute to the poetry of Percy Shelley. - Self Abuse Records

------------------------------------

To Night
BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Swiftly walk o'er the western wave,
Spirit of Night!
Out of the misty eastern cave,
Where, all the long and lone daylight,
Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear,
Which make thee terrible and dear,—
Swift be thy flight!

Wrap thy form in a mantle gray,
Star-inwrought!
Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day;
Kiss her until she be wearied out,
Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land,
Touching all with thine opiate wand—
Come, long-sought!

When I arose and saw the dawn,
I sighed for thee;
When light rode high, and the dew was gone,
And noon lay heavy on flower and tree,
And the weary Day turned to his rest,
Lingering like an unloved guest.
I sighed for thee.

Thy brother Death came, and cried,
Wouldst thou me?
Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed,
Murmured like a noontide bee,
Shall I nestle near thy side?
Wouldst thou me?—And I replied,
No, not thee!

Death will come when thou art dead,
Soon, too soon—
Sleep will come when thou art fled;
Of neither would I ask the boon
I ask of thee, belovèd Night—
Swift be thine approaching flight,
Come soon, soon!

------------------------------------

Mutability ["We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon"]
BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

I.
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed and gleam and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly! yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:—

II.
Or like forgotten lyres whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.

III.
We rest—a dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise—one wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep,
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:—

IV.
It is the same!—For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free;
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.

------------------------------------

To ----
BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.

I can give not what men call love,
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the Heavens reject not,—
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?

credits

released July 11, 2020

James P. Keeler: synths, vocals, electroniks, art and design.
Recorded December 2019 to February 2020.

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

WILT Illinois

Earthen Textures x Depression Ambient x Scarecrow Electronics

Wilt extol the invisible corners of a thirsty earth with an exaltation of decay and reclamation. Best described as Noise Ambient, Wilt is an aural quagmire of dusky vapors and ivy draped relics, grating erosions and the thorny shadows that rise and fall across dying landscapes. - Scott Candey {Crionic Mind} ... more

contact / help

Contact WILT

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like WILT, you may also like: