Lampas is a type of luxury fabric with a background weft (a "ground weave") typically in taffeta with supplementary wefts (the "pattern wefts") laid on top and forming a design, sometimes also with a "brocading weft". Lampas is typically woven in silk, and often has gold and silver thread enrichment.
Lampas weaves were developed around 1000 CE. Beginning late in the 17th century western lampas production began centered in Lyon, France, where an industry of providing for French and other European courts became centered.
Lampas textile in silk and gold, Iraq, 14th century, Musée de Cluny
Silk furnishing fabric, lampas weave, Italy, late 17th-early 18th century, Honolulu Museum of Art
Man’s bizarre silk sleeved waistcoat, France, c. 1715. Silk satin with supplementary weft patterning bound in twill (lampas). LACMA M.2007.211.40
Man’s coat, France, 1745-1750. Silk plain weave with supplementary weft patterning bound in plain weave (lampas). LACMA M.2007.211.795
Lampas brocaded with silk and chenille, rewoven for the billiard room of the petit appartement of Marie-Antoinette at Versailles.
I feel as if I have been dreaming
I am confused as to how I got here
One minute
I am heading down a path of destruction with no hopes but for death
Then there was you
You opened me to a different light
The path you lead me down was priceless
With one quick glance it was stripped from me
I was so ashamed I never let you be you
I have been puking with regret
I found myself again
And although we were apart
I managed to move on
Something was still missing
I made me sick
Far to familiar
I needed you once again, maybe now I can change
The texture of the soul is a liquid that casts a vermillion flood
From a wound carved as an oak; it fills the river bank a sanguine fog
These arms were meant to be lost! Hacked, severed and forgotten
The texture of time is a whisper that echoes across the flood
It's hymn resonates from tree to tree, through every sullen bough it sings
These boughs were said to be lost! Torn, unearthed and broken
Earth to flesh, flesh to wood, cast these limbs into the water
We should have a parade | to celebrate all that is
different in this world
And then live | without hate | and | without love
Without love without love
The holy land would just be sand
And the sand would blow away
We should find a release
And bite our tongues for a taste of peace
And the blood | let it run | cause you hung like meat
As bullets sung | the sweetest song ‘til all along
You find you just can’t live | without love
Without love | without love
The holy land would just be sand
I might of missed the one thing
that you saw
I might of kissed
the one thing
goodbye
you'd give all yourself too
if ya knew It'd keep you flying
you'd sell your soul too
if ya knew It'd keep you from crying
I got a glimpse
of the one thing that I was
I might of kissed the one thing
goodbye
you'd give all yourself too
if ya knew It'd keep you flying
you'd sell your soul too
if ya knew It'd keep you from crying
I got a glimpse
of the one thing that I was
I might of kissed
the one thing Goodbye
you'd give all yourself too
If ya knew It'd keep you flying
You'd sell your soul too
Dancing in the deep
Her body
Strengthens in a way
We don't see
In you and me
These limbs
They can take you higher
They can take you higher
Tailored by the moons
She mates so well
Perfected
By the symmetry
Her body tells
Just you wait and see
These limbs
They can take you higher
They can take you higher
Sitting by the bed
I can see
Through her skin
She can hardly
Breathe a word
Her body is so thin
But I can still see
These limbs
They can break
Like branches
They can break