Тексты песен «Current 93»

I'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight That actually existed just in your head Your fingernails painted black Or bloodred I forget And your fake-leather volumes Jabbering on hell Manifest decadence was what...

There's the odour of incense And I double in pain And I flick through the past As arrayed in my mind On a bed in a room That's locked on some hill I'm gripping her hand As she cries to the wall The years stumble away...

When we touch the world And it falls away When we feel like we're born Just to fall apart And our mother lies in state And the broken pitcher glistens And the snow is at the window Making neither sign nor symbol And...

So much silence Stretching above me Around me too Has it deafened me? Has it closed my ears? Has the silence itself Brought about this rapture? Between silence and sound Between the cry and the cull If man raises one...

He crouches on the floor, there's a mask on the wall And he leafs, through the pages of a book But wait as he may in the shadow of other leaves His heart, in embraces to times long since scorched The horizont folds...

Bounce the ball still Softly round it on all sides. The goal is in each kits eye The Ball fixs each eye open It roles to each paws love: Bounced home, where it...

Hush-a-bye Don't you cry Go to sleepy little baby Go to sleepy little baby When you wake You shall have All the pretty little horsies All the pretty little horsies Blacks and bays Dapples and greys All the pretty...

Bloody smoke Foggy smoke Beginnings and endings... There's a heart of the world In the bowed bony Burren There's a trip-hole to her heart In soaring SnÔfellsness And the crack of the world The moist ruddy lips of...

Sorry then bird flight Passes across my window Sorry then dog crouches Under the still sun Sorry then moi je Regrette tout ce que J'ai fait O le soleil se couche I Lie me down I lay With Your body under the...

Whilst I thought I was climbing I found myself descending Having lost my way let me go up Having lost my way let me go down I have no other work to do It would have been better No to be the mother It is sorrowful When a...

Well hello angel A gift and a smile Well hello angel As we walk a mile And a twisted man Leans on twisted sticks With children's laughter Hanging on swings Well hello angel And the skipping rope turns Whilst little...

Antichrist and barcodes In the air that we breathe With a little black box I hide in the sky In the water that trickles in our mouths In the codes that flicker are lives On and off Does the carton nights Starts to...

Who am I? Who do you say I am? As I hobble on to the land of the dull... Wings or wheels, wings or wheels? Now I'm like a silly boy Now I'm like the Wandering Jew He goes on, but I linger The rain makes... Scythes...

Before and beyond the blue gates of death Oh only two birds they soar through the sky Take two blackbirds crossformed in poppy fields And sprung in the springtime in Europe's fertile years When the rain was immaculate...

From a swerven shore to bend of bay Just as easy to die on a bright sunny day When my mind and heart return To count the crackings of my faults To try and tell the form is dark To pitch a pain and make it hold To crawl...

(monstrum in fronte, monstrum in animo process, process, slum full of fun!) Beausoleil, soleil soleil soleil soleil Beausoleil, reaping Nirvana in a desert land Beausoleil, Thine anger rising like a scorpion...

Now cursed be thee who would ruin our fair land And cursed be thee that would seal up the wells And cursed be thee that abandon the God's hands And build a strange place for our people to dwell Now cursed be thy breath...

Black flowers, please Oh when I saw you standing there Wild flowers dying in your hair Child of harvest time coughing up must Black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dust Hoisting dark pennants at the spike of the hill...

The sun turns black Earth sinks into sea From their steadings in heaven The bright stars turn Fire and reek burl upwards and break With hazy heat against heaven itself Brother fights with brother They butcher each other...

Before and beyond the blue gates of death Oh only two birds soar through the sky Take two blackbirds crossformed in poppy fields And sprung in the springtime of Europe's fertile years When the rain was immaculate Not...