Biografía:
Current 93 es una banda inglesa formada por David Tibet en 1982. Su estilo merodea los círculos industriales (de finales de los '70 y principios de los '80) en sus primeros trabajos y posteriormente lo que se denominó Apocaliptic Folk con matices más melódicos, con un tinte siniestro y una instrumentación más limpia.
La banda es producto del trabajo de David Tibet que fue miembro de Psychic TV y 23 Skidoo. En 1984 lanzaron 'LAShTAL', de un sonido industrial y ruidoso (a veces
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Otras canciones:
- 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
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Current 93: A Gothic Lovesong
Am F G Em
I'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight
Am F G Em
That actually existed just in your head
F Em
Your fingernails painted black
F
Or bloodred
G G7
I forget
F G
And your fake-leather volumes
C Am
Jabbering on hell
F G Em Am
Manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail
F G Am
Your eyes tried so hard to glitter
Am F
A star-snuffing black
G Em
So you opened your books
Am F
And you opened your legs
G Em
And so opened your heart
F Em
And let in the badness
F
You claimed
G G7
As your friend
Am F
With un-angels hovering
G Em
Like flies round the orchard
Am F
That had covered your soul
G Em
Their empire increasing
F Em
And your country
F G G7
Deserted by yourself
F G C Am
The bells of St. Mary call us to remember
F G Em
That life is with end
F G
And the gestures can kill us
C Am
Moreover destroy
F G Am
And there is one judgment only
Am F
Your letters came daily
G Em
In French or in German
Am F
But they meant to me nothing
G Em
I caught the slow cords
F Em F G G7
And dry ice fogging your mind
F G C Am
I see all too clearly now
F G Em
Why you could be discarded
F G
And though I could pray for you
C Am
I probably shan't
F G Em
Having had my cup filled up
F
With your lies
G C Am
And your makeup
F G
You were nothing
C Am
Thinking you're something
F G C Am
And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong
F G
A sign to myself
C Am
And the memory of my past
F G C Am
I still write this gothic lovesong
F G
A sign to myself
C Am
And the memory of my past
F G Am
And a way to shut out your face
(I'm not saying this is great, but it works - the original is played on the piano, as
well know. Enjoy, and thanks from the heart Steven Stapleton!)
Am F G Em
I'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight
Am F G Em
That actually existed just in your head
F Em
Your fingernails painted black
F
Or bloodred
G G7
I forget
F G
And your fake-leather volumes
C Am
Jabbering on hell
F G Em Am
Manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail
F G Am
Your eyes tried so hard to glitter
Am F
A star-snuffing black
G Em
So you opened your books
Am F
And you opened your legs
G Em
And so opened your heart
F Em
And let in the badness
F
You claimed
G G7
As your friend
Am F
With un-angels hovering
G Em
Like flies round the orchard
Am F
That had covered your soul
G Em
Their empire increasing
F Em
And your country
F G G7
Deserted by yourself
F G C Am
The bells of St. Mary call us to remember
F G Em
That life is with end
F G
And the gestures can kill us
C Am
Moreover destroy
F G Am
And there is one judgment only
Am F
Your letters came daily
G Em
In French or in German
Am F
But they meant to me nothing
G Em
I caught the slow cords
F Em F G G7
And dry ice fogging your mind
F G C Am
I see all too clearly now
F G Em
Why you could be discarded
F G
And though I could pray for you
C Am
I probably shan't
F G Em
Having had my cup filled up
F
With your lies
G C Am
And your makeup
F G
You were nothing
C Am
Thinking you're something
F G C Am
And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong
F G
A sign to myself
C Am
And the memory of my past
F G C Am
I still write this gothic lovesong
F G
A sign to myself
C Am
And the memory of my past
F G Am
And a way to shut out your face
(I'm not saying this is great, but it works - the original is played on the piano, as
well know. Enjoy, and thanks from the heart Steven Stapleton!)
Curtis Grimes
Curtis Harding
Curtis Lee
Curtis McMurtry
Curtis Mutter
Custard
Custodios
Custom Kings
Customs
Cut City