Biography:
Current 93 is an eclectic British music group, working since the early 1980s in experimental-based musical forms. The band was founded in London, UK in 1982 by David Tibet (né David Michael Bunting, renamed 'Tibet' by Genesis P-Orridge sometime prior to forming the group).
Tibet has been the only constant in the group, though Steven Stapleton (of Nurse With Wound) has appeared on nearly every Current 93 release. Michael Cashmore has also been a constant contributor since Thunder Perfect Mind.
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Other songs:
- A Gothic Lovesong
- A Sadness Song
- A Song For Douglas After Hes Dead
- All The World Makes Great Blood
- As Real As Rainbows
- Black Flowers Please
- Black Ships Ate The Sky
- Black Sun Bloody Moon
- Blood Bells Chime
- Calling For Vanished Faces Ii
- Dormition And Dominion
- Good Morning Great Moloch
- Idumea
- Immortal Bird
- Mary Waits In Silence
- Niemandswasser
- North
- Oh Coal Black Smith
- She Is Dead And All Fall Down
- Tamlin
- The Darkly Splendid World
- The Final Church
- The Frolic
- The God Of Sleep Has Made His House
- The Inmost Light
- The Signs And Sighs Of Emptiness
- They Return To Their Earth
- This Carnival Is Dead And Gone
- Time Tryeth Truth
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Artist : Current 93
Title : A Song for Douglas After He's Dead
Am F Dm E x3
Verse:
Am F
He crouches on the floor, there's a mask on the wall.
Dm E
And he leafs, through the pages of a book.
Am F
But wait as he may in the shadow of other leaves.
Dm E
His heart, in embraces to times long since scorched.
Am F
The horizon folds over, with a purple sun rise.
Dm E
And the wind, carry smoke, from a world that is burning.
Am F
The smoke clogs in his hair, and he's covered with patterns.
Dm E
And a decent, of life trees, on his camouflaged soul.
Am F
With a winter of memories, carved ponder bone white.
Dm E
Beyond his skulls form, a scorpion lies.
Am F
In the crunch of the snow, as his darkness increases.
Dm E
A twilight of ice, encircles his teeth.
Chorus:
Am F Dm E
This is a song for Douglas, after he's dead.
Am F Dm E
This is a song for Douglas, his mercury dances.
Am F Dm E x2
Am F
There's a swastika carved, in the palm of his hand.
Dm E
There's a crooked cross, that is caught in his mind.
Am F
There waits a falling sun, in his eyes.
Dm E
There's the honor, of violence, on his lips.
Am F
His father waits for him, at the towers of silence.
Dm E
Where they worship the fires, so long ago quenched.
Am F
But the two willow trees, with el has inverted.
Dm E
The fork of life snapped, they are father and son.
Am F
So mingling dust, as if life itself
Dm E
Had been mostly illusion, but partially real.
Am F
And partially pain.
Dm E
Am F
And over some wall, if you look through the rubble.
Dm E
Amongst ruins of churches, where life conquers death.
Am F
Thou empires can not last, where blood and soils concepts,
Dm E
Faltered and failed, a cloud still sow his teeth.
Am F
As the world disappears.
Dm E
Chorus:
Am F Dm E
This is a song for Douglas, after he's dead.
Am F Dm E
This is a song for Douglas, his mercury dances.
(Am F Dm E ) x2
Na-nana-nanana-nananana (repeated)
Am
Title : A Song for Douglas After He's Dead
Am F Dm E x3
Verse:
Am F
He crouches on the floor, there's a mask on the wall.
Dm E
And he leafs, through the pages of a book.
Am F
But wait as he may in the shadow of other leaves.
Dm E
His heart, in embraces to times long since scorched.
Am F
The horizon folds over, with a purple sun rise.
Dm E
And the wind, carry smoke, from a world that is burning.
Am F
The smoke clogs in his hair, and he's covered with patterns.
Dm E
And a decent, of life trees, on his camouflaged soul.
Am F
With a winter of memories, carved ponder bone white.
Dm E
Beyond his skulls form, a scorpion lies.
Am F
In the crunch of the snow, as his darkness increases.
Dm E
A twilight of ice, encircles his teeth.
Chorus:
Am F Dm E
This is a song for Douglas, after he's dead.
Am F Dm E
This is a song for Douglas, his mercury dances.
Am F Dm E x2
Am F
There's a swastika carved, in the palm of his hand.
Dm E
There's a crooked cross, that is caught in his mind.
Am F
There waits a falling sun, in his eyes.
Dm E
There's the honor, of violence, on his lips.
Am F
His father waits for him, at the towers of silence.
Dm E
Where they worship the fires, so long ago quenched.
Am F
But the two willow trees, with el has inverted.
Dm E
The fork of life snapped, they are father and son.
Am F
So mingling dust, as if life itself
Dm E
Had been mostly illusion, but partially real.
Am F
And partially pain.
Dm E
Am F
And over some wall, if you look through the rubble.
Dm E
Amongst ruins of churches, where life conquers death.
Am F
Thou empires can not last, where blood and soils concepts,
Dm E
Faltered and failed, a cloud still sow his teeth.
Am F
As the world disappears.
Dm E
Chorus:
Am F Dm E
This is a song for Douglas, after he's dead.
Am F Dm E
This is a song for Douglas, his mercury dances.
(Am F Dm E ) x2
Na-nana-nanana-nananana (repeated)
Am
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Curtis Mutter
Custard
Custodios
Custom Kings
Customs
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