@ALBUM: Filigree & Shadow This Mortal Coil 1) Velvet Belly 2) The Jeweller 3) Ivy and Neet 4) Meniscus 5) Tears 6) Tarantula 7) My Father 8) Come Here My Love 9) At First and Then 10) Strength of Strings 11) Morning Glory 12) Inch Blue 13) I Want to Live 14) Mama K(1) 15) Filigree & Shadow 16) Fire Brothers 17) Thais 18) I Must Have Been Blind 19) A Heart of Glass 20) Alone 21) Mama K(2) 22) The Horizon Bleeds and Sucks It's Thumb 23) Drugs 24) Red Rain 25) Thais (2) @SONG: The Jeweller Jeweller has a shop on the corner of the boulevard. In the night, in small spectacles he polishes old coins. He uses spit and cloths and ashes. He makes them shine with ashes. He knows the use of ashes. He worships God with ashes. The coins are often very old by the time they reach the jeweller. With his hand and ashes he will try the best he can. He knows that he can only shine them, cannot repair the scratches. He knows that even new coins have scars so he just smiles. He knows the use of ashes. He worships god with ashes. In the darkest of the night. Both his hands will blister badly. They will often open painfully and the blood flows from his hands. He works to take from black coin faces, the thumb prints from so many ages. He wishes he could cure the scars. When he forgets he sometimes cries. He knows the use of ashes. He worships god with ashes. He knows, He knows He worships God with ashes @SONG: TARANTULA I'm living but I'm feeling numb. Can see it in my stare. I wear a mask so falsely numb and I don't know who I am. Despite the worlds inside of me thwarting me away. I've noticed in other eyes, time's closing in. But when the thunder breaks it breaks for you and me. Tarantula, tarantula, tarantula, tarantula. The future's looking rather grim. Strange black tide. Decisions lie with stupid men. alone with my life. That choking and the hype in me expecting me to fall. But only if I'm threatened will the tables turn. But when the thunder breaks it breaks for you and me. Tarantula, tarantula, tarantula, tarantula My world's under a sentence of death, I was born underground. But when the pressure gets too much for me, I bite. @SONG: MY FATHER My father always promised us that we would live in France. We'd go boating on the Seine and I would learn to dance. We lived in Ohio then. He worked in the mines. All his dreams, like boats we knew We'd sail in time. My sister's all grew up and went away, to Denver and Cheyenne. Marrying their grown up dreams, the lilacs and the man. I stayed behind, the youngest still only danced alone. Hoping... Hoping... that my father's dreams would someday take me home. I live in Paris now, my children dance and dream. Hearing the ways of a miner's life, In words they never say. I sail my memories of home, Like boats across the Seine. And watch my father's eyes... watching the setting sun... set in my father's eyes again @SONG: COME HERE MY LOVE Come here my love. This feeling has me spellbound. Yet the story line in paragraphs laid down the same. In fathoms of my inner mind I'm mistified, oh, by this mood. This melancholy feeling just don't do no good. Come here my love. And I will lift my spirits high for you. I'd like to fly away and spend a day or two. Just contemplate the fields and leaves talking about nothing. Just laying down in shades of effervescent, effervescent colors and shades of time and tide. And flowing through. Becom enraptured by the sights and sounds in intrigue of nature and beauty. Come along with me and take it all with you. Come here my love. @SONG: STRENGTH OF STRINGS "Billy, Billy, we just had a baby" In my life the piano sings Brings me words that are not the strength of strings. Fiery rain and Ruby's cooling sun. Now I see that my world has only begun. Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings... Brings me words that are not the strength of strings. (repeat above) @SONG: MORNING GLORY I lit my purest candle close to my window. Hoping it would catch the eye of any vagabond that passed it by. And I'm waiting in my fleeting house. Before he came, I felt him drawing near. As he neared, I felt the ancient fear. That he had come to wound my door and jeer. And I waited in my fleeting house. "Tell me stories," I called to the hobo. "Stories of cold," I smiled at the hobo. "Stories of old," I knelt to the hobo. And he stood before my fleeting house. "No" said the hobo, "No more tales of time." "Don't ask me now to wash away the grime." "I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb." And he walked away from my fleeting house. "Then you be damned!" I screamed to the hobo. "Leave me alone." I wept to the hobo. "Turn into stone," I knelt to the hobo. And he walked away from my fleeting house. @SONG: I WANT TO LIVE I've gathered all my lifetime memories of you. My lusty sentiments they made life seem true. I'm rather selfish and I mean to be unkind. You can't imagine what it does to me inside. But where am I? I want to die. I want to live. I want to die. If I were someone I would like to be a fool. No one would know me and I think that would be cool. I'd paint a picture of my life upon your wall. And use the colors that have made life seem small. But where am I? I want to die. I want to live. I want to die. But you've got a way of understanding me. And I just call it one of your mysteries But you know that you've got to stay close to me, close to me. But where am I? I want to die. But where am I? I want to die. I want to die. I want to give. I want to die. Die die die die, die die die die. @SONG: FIREBROTHERS In the valley where the moon and lovers play. Lived two children who were born on Saturday. One was dark one was fair. Fathered by the dog, mothered by the pig. Stranger children you have never seen. Brothers of the forest and the sea. One was land one was air. And they kept the fires burning. In a golden vessel and silver vase Kept them burning in a strange enchanted place. Kept them burning to the sky. For they knew someday the sun will die. @SONG: I MUST HAVE BEEN BLIND Here I am believing words again. Here I am trying to find a love again. Here I am down on my knees again. Praying for love that we used to know. Both of us know how hard it is to love and let it go. Both of us know how hard it is to go on living that way. When so few understand what it means to fall in love. And so few know how hard it is to live without it. Lord I must have been blind, oh, I must have been blind. Lord, I must have been blind. Ah, to hold something real and not believe it. To live in her life and never trust it. To give all you know and never feel it. And hold back each day until it dies away. Both of us know how hard it is to love and let it go. And both of us know how hard it is to go on living that way. When so few understand what it means to fall in love. And so few know how hard it is to live without it. Lord I must have been blind, I must have been blind Lord, I must have been blind, Yes, I must have been blind @SONG: ALONE Alone, with too much generosity. A theatre mask of hostility attracts Assauts occur, infrequently And those who come, to conquer Need strength But damage accumulates Still mvoing him to tears Retain a sense of humor. Retain a sense of humor. Retain a sense of humor. Retain a sense of humor. @SONG: DRUGS And all I see is little dots, Some are smeared and some are spots. Feels like a murder but that's alright. Somebody said "There's too much light." Pull down the shades and it's alright. It'll be over in a minute or two. I'm charged up. Don't put me down. Don't feel like talking. Don't mess around. I feel mean. I feel O.K. I'm charged up! Electricity. The boys are making a big mess. Those messed up girls all start to laugh. I don't know what they're talking about. The boys are worried. The girls are shocked. They pick the sound and let it drop. Nobody know what they're talking about. I'm charged up with microwaves. I don't tell the truth, I don't tell lies. I'm broken up ???, I'm charged up It's pretty intense, I'm charged up, Don't put me down, Don't feel like talking, Don't mess around, I feel mean and I feel O.K. I'm charged up! Electricity.