Art is dead. Long live art. http://digital.panicmachine.com/album/the-last-dream https://play.spotify.com/album/1bN2Alw2fDc1IDri3LnNyT The music that flows through P. Emerson Williams haunts his mind un til it can be given form, such as it is, like a transmission from the abyssic depths, just as the music transmits to Erich Zann. The guitar and voice arrangement grows tendrils and tentacles, being recorded in odd locations using subterranean reverberations and energies that flow thorugh the earth. This EP is a weird tale scribbled and scrabbled feverishly im the last dimming light, echoes of the last shout, the last dream. Is this collection declaimed for human ears or the watchers, to record the tale in their eternal silence? That remains to be seen. This short collection of pieces came about in the cpourse of recording the piece Den Daude Spellemannen Spiller Fremdeles, which was written to open the set P. Emerson Williams played with Jarboe during DARK MOFO for an evening of music in Hobart, Australia that included JG Thirlwell and Chelsea Wolfe. About P. Emerson Williams: P. Emerson Williams is a multi-media artist delving in music, art, writing, and video. More people listen to the sounds of P. Emerson Williams every day than realize it, for much of it is embedded in extensive transmedia projects past and ongoing. A visionary artist and an illustrator, his work takes projects spanning physical and digital media, genres and modes of performance to strange realms. "Given P. Emerson Williams extensive track record of cross-medium and genre art over the past thirty years, it is likely he will become an underground legend. This may have occurred already, yet given his reclusiveness, it’s unlikely he would notice." -James Curcio, author of Fallen Nation, Join My Cult and The Immanence of Myth P. Emerson Williams is a Necrofuturist Highwire Artist – Dr. Hyatts Black Book Omega, The Original Falcon Press, 2009 credits released October 19, 2016 P. Emerson Williams - Guitar, Vox ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5boeUWw4nYg

Track taken from 'Manifestation Objective' CD. Lyrics: In a shaded doorway Watching the spirits at play, Through a cracked and shimmering window to the world; Through my surprise, welling up in my eyes: Your soul; Bleeding, old; a deep well of love: Sepulchral, cold. The crowning glory swathed in fear, The brave action recoiling into futility. To my knees glancing upward, There flies pain: mine. Deep ecstasy traces desire. Hidden places, lost hold; No one to sustain reality, My love erases me. I turn around to go, The world around me flows through my body. The bitter realization contains the happy seed: yes, me. Weak and stumbling, Gloriously breathing still dawn's air, That part of me now lost forever, It wanders lonely in the dark. Battle-weary I remain Inconsistency remarked, Though seemingly complete. The soul bears not Such vacuous conceit. God damn you! How can I bear to see your face? Your every tear reveals my cowering disgrace. To my knees, glancing inward: Imprisoned: My inner sanctum. Video directed by Ferenc Teglas http://www.youtube.com/user/koponya iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/ie/album/manifestation-objective/id324467818 Amazon mp3: http://www.amazon.com/Manifestation-Objective/dp/B002HGYI76 ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfyNw7p0jhY