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!
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Cm
I have to say
Bb Cm
I have to see
The twilight moonlit
Bb
The houses on hills
F
All appear so blind
G Cm
At night
The webs that bind them
Bb Cm
To the skies
Are golden, sparkling
Bb
With blood and dust
The angelic motes
F
On beams of blood
G Abmaj
Dance at night
Bb Cm
The trees turn under the rain
Bb F G
Pan lies dead from rut to rot
Cm Bb Cm
I saw the lighthouses all fall
Bb
Small angels hold parasols
And point to other skies
F G
The clacking on the fence
Abmaj7
Is long and loud
The noise of the fingers
Bb Cm
Crack in my head
Behind my eyes
Bb
Between the bloodwalls
F
That line the streets and the skulls
G Abmaj7
Forever
The bonewhite temple
Bb Cm
Letters piling up
Bb
Unanswered stars yawning together
F
You may have this gift from me
G Abmaj7
And I will send you nothing
From what I see
Bb Cm
(And I see all)
The green is going
Bb
Black peter arises
F
With his sack chock full of tricks
G Abmaj7
(And none of them eternal)
Black peter arises
Bb Cm
With his bag of blood
Bb
(And none of this runs eternal)
Black peter arises
F
And he smiles
G Abmaj7
White teeth cap over the blackened stumps
Bb Cm
All the kings of all particular times
Bb
Have passed away
And lie in gutters
F G Abmaj7
Pretty as pink
Bb Cm
I thought that I had seen
Some bright new dawn
Bb
The children all laid down and smiled
F G Abmaj7
The fires no longer smold and dullied
I watched the trash
Bb Cm
That covered this world
Swimming in farces
Bb
In mud and in blood
F G Abmaj7
Without a care in the world
Bb Cm
The corpses are piled up almost to heaven
Chuckling or smiling
Bb
And rubbing their hands
F G Abmaj7
Without a care in the world
Bb Cm
And so we all lie dozing under the sun
Bb
Images of banality flick past our eyes
F
As we bask in this paradise
G Abmaj7
Littered around us
Bb Cm
Books of religion covering my feet
Bb F G Cm
And I haven't the time for a word
Bb Cm
But still I see cottages covered in honeysuckle
Bb
The dovecots so full of the Birds in their thousands
F
The cats lap at cream in their pussyland dream
G Abmaj7
And they haven't a care in the world
And then it shines
Bb Cm
We're all dust
Bb
I drop the compasss and point out the pole
And then it shines
F G Cm
We're all dust
Bb Cm
So wait for me at niemandswasser
Bb
As I watch the flowers bloom
F
And trail the horseflies as they scream
G Abmaj7
The songs we'll never know:
It shines
Bb Cm
That we're all dust
It shines
Bb F G
That we're all dust
Abmaj7 Bb Cm Bb F G Cm Bb Cm Bb F G Cm Bb Cm Bb
We're all dust
Cm
I have to say
Bb Cm
I have to see
The twilight moonlit
Bb
The houses on hills
F
All appear so blind
G Cm
At night
The webs that bind them
Bb Cm
To the skies
Are golden, sparkling
Bb
With blood and dust
The angelic motes
F
On beams of blood
G Abmaj
Dance at night
Bb Cm
The trees turn under the rain
Bb F G
Pan lies dead from rut to rot
Cm Bb Cm
I saw the lighthouses all fall
Bb
Small angels hold parasols
And point to other skies
F G
The clacking on the fence
Abmaj7
Is long and loud
The noise of the fingers
Bb Cm
Crack in my head
Behind my eyes
Bb
Between the bloodwalls
F
That line the streets and the skulls
G Abmaj7
Forever
The bonewhite temple
Bb Cm
Letters piling up
Bb
Unanswered stars yawning together
F
You may have this gift from me
G Abmaj7
And I will send you nothing
From what I see
Bb Cm
(And I see all)
The green is going
Bb
Black peter arises
F
With his sack chock full of tricks
G Abmaj7
(And none of them eternal)
Black peter arises
Bb Cm
With his bag of blood
Bb
(And none of this runs eternal)
Black peter arises
F
And he smiles
G Abmaj7
White teeth cap over the blackened stumps
Bb Cm
All the kings of all particular times
Bb
Have passed away
And lie in gutters
F G Abmaj7
Pretty as pink
Bb Cm
I thought that I had seen
Some bright new dawn
Bb
The children all laid down and smiled
F G Abmaj7
The fires no longer smold and dullied
I watched the trash
Bb Cm
That covered this world
Swimming in farces
Bb
In mud and in blood
F G Abmaj7
Without a care in the world
Bb Cm
The corpses are piled up almost to heaven
Chuckling or smiling
Bb
And rubbing their hands
F G Abmaj7
Without a care in the world
Bb Cm
And so we all lie dozing under the sun
Bb
Images of banality flick past our eyes
F
As we bask in this paradise
G Abmaj7
Littered around us
Bb Cm
Books of religion covering my feet
Bb F G Cm
And I haven't the time for a word
Bb Cm
But still I see cottages covered in honeysuckle
Bb
The dovecots so full of the Birds in their thousands
F
The cats lap at cream in their pussyland dream
G Abmaj7
And they haven't a care in the world
And then it shines
Bb Cm
We're all dust
Bb
I drop the compasss and point out the pole
And then it shines
F G Cm
We're all dust
Bb Cm
So wait for me at niemandswasser
Bb
As I watch the flowers bloom
F
And trail the horseflies as they scream
G Abmaj7
The songs we'll never know:
It shines
Bb Cm
That we're all dust
It shines
Bb F G
That we're all dust
Abmaj7 Bb Cm Bb F G Cm Bb Cm Bb F G Cm Bb Cm Bb
We're all dust
Curtis Grimes
Curtis Harding
Curtis Lee
Curtis McMurtry
Curtis Mutter