Biography:
With Abney Park's unique darkwave style, one can easily imagine inspiration drawn from fairy tales and nightmares, and recollect a past that never was. Heavy Steampunk inspiration creates style quite unlike anything else.
Abney Park began around 1997, but their popularity exploded with the onset of internet music, with much success through MP3.com in the early 2000’s. The band was a regular chart topper, often holding the number 1 – 5 positions in Goth and Darkwave, and Industrial Dance music charts.
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Capo on sixth
Am Em
Dear Ophelia,
Am Em
I love you dear,
Am Em Am Em
I'm sorry that I haven't been here.
Am Em
Dear Ophelia,
Am Em
You know I'm hurt,
Am Em Am Em Am
It's been two whole months since he was laid in the dirt.
Am Em Am Em
Dear Ophelia, I'm sorry that I lied,
Am Em Am Em
I really do mean to make you my bride
Am Em Am Em
We've been through this, I'll treat you well,
Am Em Am Em Am
I'm sorry I'm making your life a hell.
Am Em Am Em
Dear Ophelia, your father thinks I'm mad,
Am Em Am Em
If truth be known, I think he'd be not glad,
Am Em
If my dear Ophelia,
Am Em
We were to wed,
Am Em Am Em Am
And I took you to our wedding bed.
Am Em Am Em
Dear Ophelia, I know that he is dead,
Am Em Am Em
But what he told me last night lays on me like lead.
Am Em Am Em
In the orchard he lay sleeping, that's why he didn't hear,
Am Em Am Em Am
His brother crept up, and poured poison in his ear.
Am Em
Dear Ophelia,
Am Em
I love you dear,
Am Em Am Em
I'm sorry that I haven't been here.
Am Em
Dear Ophelia,
Am Em
You know I'm hurt,
Am Em Am Em Am
It's been two whole months since he was laid in the dirt.
Am Em Am Em
Dear Ophelia, I'm sorry that I lied,
Am Em Am Em
I really do mean to make you my bride
Am Em Am Em
We've been through this, I'll treat you well,
Am Em Am Em Am
I'm sorry I'm making your life a hell.
Am Em Am Em
Dear Ophelia, your father thinks I'm mad,
Am Em Am Em
If truth be known, I think he'd be not glad,
Am Em
If my dear Ophelia,
Am Em
We were to wed,
Am Em Am Em Am
And I took you to our wedding bed.
Am Em Am Em
Dear Ophelia, I know that he is dead,
Am Em Am Em
But what he told me last night lays on me like lead.
Am Em Am Em
In the orchard he lay sleeping, that's why he didn't hear,
Am Em Am Em Am
His brother crept up, and poured poison in his ear.
Above Envy
Above the Golden (...)
Above Waves
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