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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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