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At Alte Spinnerei

13th April 2002 – Konzerthalle Alte Spinnerei, Glauchau, Germany

Set List

  1. Anarcadia: All Horned Animals
  2. Amethyst Deceivers (Version 2)
  3. Slur
  4. A Cold Cell
  5. Broccoli (Version 1)
  6. Paranoid Inlay
  7. Sick Mirrors
  8. A.Y.O.R.
  9. Backwards

Background

Feeling: Reflective

“Backwards / The Remote Viewer” phase. Final live performance of “Paranoid Inlay.”

Amethyst Deceivers

John: “Dr. Crowley and Dr. Ausley welcome you, welcome you tonight.” He thanks them after the song.

Slur

John: “This next song is, uh, traditionally and also tonight dedicated to the memories and spirits of William S. Burroughs and Brion Gysin, and it’s called ‘Slur.’”

Roman lands of Roman sons and Roman sons
Roman land of Roman sands and Roman sons

As I watch the sun sink down on the blood red edge of the blood red town
There are shadows for sale
On the edge of town
On the edge of the night
Is a darkness seen
From the side of the light

And the winds blow ’round this sleeping town, this sleeping town
Of Roman sons and Roman sands and Roman lands

And it seems to me that when I close my eyes
All the lights in the world
Go out
And the night passes by, and you whisper to me a thousand lies
I stare in surprise
Towards the desert’s warm black
And the desert stares
And the desert stares back
With a thousand eyes, piercing eyes, ancient eyes

And I ask my lovers, “Do you know where the desert roses bloom and grow?”
I ask my lovers, “Do you know where the desert roses bloom and grow?”
I ask my lovers, “Do you know where the desert roses bloom and grow?”
Bloom and grow
And I ask my lovers, “Do you know where the desert roses bloom and grow?”
And I ask my lovers, “Do you know where the desert roses bloom and grow?”

A Cold Cell

John: “Ah, the miraculous image of sound washed ashore. Oh, the miraculous image of sound washed ashore. The miraculous image of sound washed ashore. This is, uh, ‘A Cold Cell,’ which is dedicated to all the prisoners in the world.”

And my dreams are as cold as ice
Sss…
And that’s the train’s coming up ’round, it asks-
Sss, I’m just
I’m holding it together so I hear the moon in the sky
And the sky is in the moon
And the moon is so cold
And the whistles of the train in the distance taking my soul away
Taking my soul away
Taking my soul away
Taking my soul away

In the distance, trains are taking my soul away
And the ice is so cold
But the ice is so cold
The ice is so cold
The ice is so cold
But the ice in my heart is as hard as all the
Train [repeated]
Train track

And I wanna go away in my mind
Of by the cold cell
I’ll fly the cold cell
A spell, a spell, a spell in my cold cell
A spell in my cold cell
A spell in my cold cell
A spell in my cold cell
A spell in my cold cell

I’ll cut myself with broken ice
I’ll cut myself open with broken ice
I’ll cut my face and legs
And arms and heart open with broken ice
Smashed from the puddle
Left by the moon
Reflecting the cold moon
Which is as cold as my heart
As it takes itself away
In a dream of a train

And, and I’m taking away in a dream of a train
And I’m taken away on the dream of a train
And I’m taken away on the dream of a train
And I’m taken away on the train’s dream
As I dream of a train
I dream of a train
A train of a dream
A train of a dream

And the metal is cold as my heart
Then the moon is as bright
As the metal is cold as my heart
And the metal of the moon
Is it pries the cold of my heart
A cold cell
A cold cell

John (after the song): “Can I please have my vocals up in my monitors a little bit onstage? Thank you.”
Sound person (laughing): “You’re welcome.”
John: Thank you.

Broccoli

John: “This one is dedicated to my sister, who is 21 today, and I say that because this next song is about ancestors and relatives and I don’t know most of my ancestors or my relatives, but I try. I try, and I try, and I try, huh. Someone once told me you don’t have to write your parents, which helps a lot.”
(Audience laughter)
John: “It’s just me and my shadow. It’s just me and my shadow. It’s just me and my shadow.”

Wise words from the departing
The death of the mother and the death of the father
Is something you prepare for for all of their lives
Is something you prepare for for all your life
For all their lives

Wise words from the departing
Eat your greens, especially broccoli
Wise words from the departing
By cultivating the soil, by cultivating the soil
By cultivating the soil, you dig, you dig into your ancestors’ past
You dig, you dig into your ancestors’ graves
You dig, you dig, you dig into your ancestors’ past
You dig, you dig, you dig into your ancestors’ graves

By working the soil, you cultivate the sky
And enter a vegetable kingdom of your own making
By working the soil, you cultivate good manners
Which is to say “Please” and to say “Thank you”
Especially for the things you never had
You never had [repeated]

Wise words from the departing
Eat your greens, especially broccoli
And always say “Thank you” and say “Please”
Please, please, please, please, please, please
Get on your bended knees and say “Please, please, please” [repeated]
Get on your bended knees and say “Please”
And always remember to say “Thank you”
Especially for the things you never had
You never had [repeated]

And always say “Thank you”
Especially for broccoli
For the ion in the broccoli enters your soul
The ion in the broccoli enters your soul
And then, you say “Thank you”
And then, you say “Thank you”
Death grows, death knows, death flows like a river
Death grows, death knows, death flows, like a river
Death knows, death grows, death flows like a river
Death grows, death knows, death flows like a river
Death grows, death throes, death knows, death throes
Death throes, death flows, death flows like a river
Like a river

Paranoid Inlay

John: “All you wondrous pangolins, wave your claws in the air! All you star-spangled pangolins, wave your claws in the air. What kind of animal are you?” Pangolins are scaly anteaters, and John calls back to the “Constant Shallowness Leads to Evil”-era song “What Kind of Animal Are You?”

Serenity is a problem when you’ve been this close to heaven
When you really wanted to see the wonders of the underworld
I caught St. Peter’s disease as he rattled his keys
Now, serenity is a problem, serenity is a problem

Such a paranoid inlay
It’s pain by numbers, just join the dots
Pain by numbers, just join the dots
Now, serenity is a problem

Ah, bloody British bulldozers
These vegetables are suicidal
Now, serenity is a problem
Serenity is a problem, serenity is a problem

Dear Diary, I must take risks
I must not be afraid of failure
I’ve made a list of the things I really need to give up
Crystalline ladders, shiny things, mirrorballs
I used to believe in mirrorballs
What went wrong?
What, what, wrong, wr-wr-wrong, wr-wr-wrong
Television
I’m gonna switch it off before it switches me off for good
I must give up being afraid of people I have not met yet
I must give up leading from behind, leading from behind
Bleeding, I must give up bleeding from behind
Bleeding from behind

Televisions and telephones, and iron internet shit
Telephones, and telephones, and telephones, and internet stuff
Now, serenity is a problem when you’ve been this close to heaven
When you really wanted to see the wonders of the underworld
I caught St. Peter’s disease as he rattled his keys

Now, serenity is a problem
Now, serenity is a problem
Now, serenity is a problem
Serenity, serenity, sweet
Serenity, sweet
Serenity, sweet
Serenity is sweet
Serenity is sweet
Serenity is sweet
Serenity is sweet

On a clear day, I can see forever, I can see forever
I can see forever that the underworld is my oyster
Oh, the underworld is my oyster
The underworld is my oyster

John (after the song): “I hope you have plenty of serenity.”

Sick Mirrors

John: “Bang bang, crash crash, bottle, bittle, bum. Bang bang, crash bash, dedle, lidle, hum. Bang bam, crash crash, dedle, lidle, hum. Bang bang, crush crush, dedle, lidle, hum. Bang bang, crash crash, dedle, lidle, hum. Bang bang, crash crash, dedle, lidle, dum. Bang bang, crash crash, dedle, lidle ledle lidle lum. Water, water, drink more water.”
(Audience cheers and applause)
John: “A strange place to applaud.”
Audience: *laughs

Mm, mm…
Oh, I can see, uh
I saw them last time, I can see them again
I can see them, I can
Saw them last time, I can see them again
I saw them last time, I can see them again
I saw them last time, I can see them again
I saw them last time, I can see them again
Wounded galaxies tap at the window
Wounded galaxies tap at the window
I can see them again
I saw them last time
I can see them again
Like I saw them before

I wonder when they’re coming in
I wonder when
I wonder when they’ll come again
I wonder when

Something black killed another thing’s back
And something red broke another thing’s head

I wonder when they’ll come again
I wonder when

And something black broke another thing’s back
And something red killed another thing dead
And something black broke another thing’s back
And something red killed another thing dead
Dead

Oh, the sick mirrors the sick
Oh, the sick mirrors the sick
Oh, the sick mirrors the sick
Mirrors are sick
Mirrors are sick
And something red killed another thing dead
And something black maybe killed itself back

And the sick mirrors the sick
Mirrors the sick [repeated]

And something red broke another thing’s head
And something black killed another thing’s back
Oh, the sick mirrors the sick
Mirrors the sick/sea [repeated variously]

Mirrors the sick
Mirrors the sea
Mirrors the sea
Mirrors the sea
Mirrors the sea
The sea mirrors me

John (after the song): “Thank you. Thank you, thank you.”

A.Y.O.R.

John: “Let’s worship at the church of the hairy mother of God. Let’s worship at the church of the hairy mother of God. Let’s worship at the church of the hairy mother of God. Let’s worship at the church of the hairy mother of God. With catamites, and sodomites, and Carmelite rifles. With catamites, and sodomites, and Carmelite rifles. Everything in this life is at your own risk. Everything in this life is at your own risk.”

Backwards

John: “These lyrics are stolen from a book, which I managed to sneak out of the, huh, Pope’s secret library in the Vatican. He’s got some very good lyrics in there. So, try and break in, and take back what is ours rightfully. Secret knowledge is the real Occult stuff, you know?”

Line-up

John Balance – vocals, sleigh bells on “Anarcadia: All Horned Animals”
Peter “Sleazy” Christopherson – Ableton sequence, video projections, Clavia Nord Modular Synthesizer
Simon Norris (Ossian Brown) – Clavia Nord Modular Lead Synthesizer, sleigh bells on “Anarcadia: All Horned Animals”
Cliff Stapleton – hurdy-gurdy
Mike York – Breton bagpipes, bombarde on “Anarcadia: All Horned Animals,” balalaika on “Broccoli” and “Paranoid Inlay”

Andy Ray – live engineer

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Ticket Stubs

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Venue

Konzerthalle Alte Spinnerei
An der Spinnerei 7
08371 Glauchau

Gallery

Gig Review(s)

The following is an archived review of the concert (there were five pictures posted but they were unfortunately not properly saved), translated in English by Google Translate (original of which you can find here):

COIL
Alte Spinnerei Glauchau, Saturday April 13, 2002

The last year’s Gothik meeting, organized by the professionals of Inmove for the first time, did not really have too much to offer – with one exception: Coil! Now I am not a hardcore fan of the English avant-garde, but the Leipzig performance was the best thing I could ever experience. A visit to Glauchau was therefore a must. The Alte Spinnerei in Glauchau proved to be a good choice. The hall was well filled, and a little out of the way play places have the advantage that only those who are interested in the whole thing really come. Thus, the best prerequisites for a concert event of the top class. Peter Christophersen was the first to enter the stage, all white, with a plush framed mirror on his chest. Illuminated by colored projections, the gray-gray Ex-TGler lit a bowl of incense and looked darkly into the audience. He was followed by masked dancers, who began the ritual with bells. After this ? (Self-experts did not know who was there), once again incense and had disappeared behind his keyboard, did not leave Jhon Balance long in coming. The charismatic frontman of Coil seemed to have recovered from his health problems, and in the next hour offered the full range of his singer and mimic expressive possibilities. Dominated at first rather quiet sounds of the (probably) current album, So Balance and with him the music towards the end grew into a frenzy. Balance gave the Madmen, while his colleagues on the right and left of him formed the resting poles. As I said, I’m not a fan of Coil, I could not assign titles to the individual songs, which is ultimately quite meaningless, the British are more concerned with a mood than with pop-music standards. Personally, I was very happy finally to experience once again that a concert, music in general can be quite magical and not just nice entertainment. One of the highlights of the concert, therefore, was the song that Balance devoted to all the prisoners of the world. To crisp video projections of the “everyday” behind bars, Sang balance quite unfamiliarly with a fragile, tender falsetto voice, which should surely have caused goose bumps in most of those present. If art touches, then it’s good art and coil are really good. The following autogram “hour” showed that they still love (and I consciously use this attribute) people remained, with the balance and Christophersen polite and patiently answered all questions, gave hands and distributed kisses. I wish Coil that they always remain so and above all healthfully still for a long time to be able to continue. Then it’s good art and coil are really good. The following autogram “hour” showed that they still love (and I consciously use this attribute) people remained, with the balance and Christophersen polite and patiently answered all questions, gave hands and distributed kisses. I wish Coil that they always remain so and above all healthfully still for a long time to be able to continue. Then it’s good art and coil are really good. The following autogram “hour” showed that they still love (and I consciously use this attribute) people remained, with the balance and Christophersen polite and patiently answered all questions, gave hands and distributed kisses. I wish Coil that they always remain so and above all healthfully still for a long time to be able to continue.

Mystic, magical, wonderful: Coil know to enchant.

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