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adoration

by sophistication.

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1.
ivory 06:54
ivory ivory skin of a body he’s sleeping, i’m meditating on the edge of the devastating rapture. he tried to capture my bitter taste, and beautiful face in one stunning portrait. you never call me when you’re bad, i’m in this double isolation negotiations with the death take a rest, take a rest, i’ll call you later. and if i turn on a dime once again, will i come to the same place i left? will i come to the same state i had? no, it’s never the same doors. i try to cover the unexpectable with the veils of similarity, i’d exchange my fatality for a moment of clarity, keeping a sanity in the current reality i a hard way for growth and it’s never the same doors. it’s never the same doors, never the same deads, never the same feeling, nor will it ever be. each night brings another lucid dream. and if i’m stopped by the walls, hence i’m in space. and if i’m stopped by the man, hence i am under his charm. alarm, system, alarm! coming closer to each other we create the space imagine we are two rooms in it the same speed, the same need, i skip beat and start it over again. and it’s never the same door in between. shoo-shoo. i whisper across the table, i’m fulfilling the space with a voice i’m talking though i have a choice to be silent i continue murmuring all the news, and decisions i’ve made in a time of three weeks. i tell them in a random order, or rather disorder pushing them in one flicker, updating the state. you are doing the same, though it’s never the same doors. i’m in the present tense going by your side, coming into sight, trying not to prepare myself for a leaving, living only here and now. alarm, my heart, you’re here, alarm! the rest, in any case, is the rest. i continue to recite songs of love and death. it’s never the same nest of thoughts, never the same net of feelings, always a new entrance, corridor and an exit, let us embrace it. and this space in between seems to be boundless, speechless, vast. and if i turn on a dime once again, there will never be the same us. never the same roads, never the same doors, but i look at you, and it’s another turning.
2.
adoration 04:42
adoration your room was like a dancing hall. the naked eyes, seamless ties. the stream of your voice was flavoring silence. your figure in light was radiant symbol of adoration. i should have been bolder, lay on your shoulder my hand. ambiguous devotions, synchronized motion of breaths. the night was starry. one more step, i feel that you bother. i cross the room until there is no other way to keep a noble distance. “don’t wake up”, i whisper in shadow. darkness builds us a gentle cover until the first lights enter. your room was like a dancing hall. un moment, un’ora. vorrei ricordare ed essere ricordata.
3.
comeback whiteroom i touch the air with the palms and the fingers. it has a taste of sandalwood, of coconut oil. i fall asleep, holding the pillow with my hand whispering “comeback whiteroom”. and it’s not about to keep, it’s about treasuring each manifestation of life. this kind of treasuring, that does not possess but knows its value. it feels like i become the sea. take it all if you want it, take it all if you need it, since i have nothing but the wind in my hair on burano island. each place has its sands, its taste, its smell. for me, burano is crispy cantucci, an almond pastry, and the vividness of colors on the houses touched by the time. i will come back to this place as to the source of the infinite delicacy of being a tender human being. here everything smells of salt, the seagulls laugh in each corner of the landscape. and it feels like i am endless, the evergreen flower. i touch the air with the palms and the fingers. it has a taste of sandalwood, of coconut oil. i fall asleep, holding the pillow with my hand whispering “comeback whiteroom”. why? and why not?

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"adoration" is a state of connection with something or someone bigger than me. In this unity I grow up, I become almost infinite. These three songs were written in a different time, but this album as a complete form is a merit of a period from last winter to the recent one. It was ambiguous in many ways. At some point, feeling attraction to the person I could not reach and going through the loss of my father, I found myself in a contrasting position, being equally in love and in grief. And this album is a marking, an invisible tattoo of this time.

In this period from winter to winter, I wanted to say so much, but mostly I was silent. I think it would be one of the interpretations of the cover image, a chessboard, a continuous non-verbal conversation. It is a desire of the order, but, at the same time, the impossibility to feel it in full. The accurate rectangles, drawn with a pencil and a ruler, were a way to achieve at least some piece of harmony, and balance. The way the ordered picture breaks up in pieces is a symbol of the fluidity of things that cannot be controlled. It is beautiful ruination of the order that should also be embraced with love. In music and texts, I was looking for a way to express the sensations of anxious uncertainty and a craving for a distant intimacy that cannot be fulfilled.

I feel these songs to be nostalgic, full of reminiscence. But they are nurturing, a source to be connected with the one I was, when I was the purest, being a child, a traveler, and being in love. In a way, this album was a desire to bring something essential back to life, to find a new home. And it was found in this state of adoration, in unity with something bigger than me, in another person, and, consequently, in a new form of myself.

When I tried to figure it out in words, a lot of text came in. In “ivory” I rather tried to describe than to state something. Referring to Leonard Cohen’s famous album, it is my song of love and death. It is also a conversation, a dialogue where one person talks with words, and the other talks with silence.

“adoration” is a reminiscence, almost dream-like, memories. Before writing this song, I was listening to a lot of bossa nova. I took a soft sound of the guitar, a calm telling of the story from it. And “adoration” is a reflection of the bossa nova mood. It’s just a bit slower, and probably a bit darker.

The third song, “comeback whiteroom”, is a morning-song, a travelogue on freedom, clarity, and calmness. In contrast to two other songs, this one is a monologue or a conversation with myself, that ends up with two questions hanging in the air, “why?” and “why not?”.

I imagine that these three songs could have their manifesto. It will include just several points, which are “no rush”, “no suspense”, “questioning already known things”, and “embracing love however and whenever it appears”.

Talking on the sound, I added the repetitive patterns of guitar, harp-like ukulele, and a distant howl of the flute. The airy piano in “adoration” is added by Danylo Halyko. And that’s all that helps to keep the sound as light and tender as possible.

This album tells obvious things, but it was important for me to pronounce it. These words and sounds save a trace of my loss, anxiety, affection, and they have even more intimacy, warmth to someone, and something, significant for me in the mess of this time.

I feel this album to be a slow dance, a life dance. It is an intimate force to keep it all spinning.

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released December 8, 2020

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sophistication. Kyiv, Ukraine

sophistication. is a project of the Ukrainian artist Sofia Shvager, currently based in Copenhagen, Denmark.

In her music, she combines an acoustic guitar with a piercing voice making quite a minimalistic and calming sound. She enriches her sound with elements from different genres to create a slow city-meditation with her stories, a bit dark and melancholy but quite and warm.
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