Paroles A Song For Douglas After He's Dead (Rebirth) de Current 93

Current 93
  • 0.0Vous n'aimez pas les paroles de Current 93loading
  • Note 0.0/5 basée sur 0 avis.
  • Artiste: Current 9322453
  • Chanson: A Song For Douglas After He's Dead (Rebirth)
  • Langue:

Les chansons similaires

Hey Douglas de Slingbacks

Can't sleep cause it's winter And the sun hurts all the time But your dizzy sugar's never wasted here All your b-sides that I'm singing in the shower Hymns to longer days Hey Douglas won't you stick...

A Snowglobe Christmas de Pink Martini

When you went away The colors all turned brown Since you've been away There's shadow on the town But when I close my eyes You are still around Especially on the days when the snow falls down Moss...

Horror de Algernon Cadwallader

Porcelain seat reading that keeps me up to my eyes in covers at night But the one that scared the shit out of me Followed frankenstein And the walking dead Drake douglas depicts The african Slave...

Life Is A Long Song de Jethro Tull

When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day, and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say, well, don't you fret, don't you fear, I will give you good cheer. Life's...

Mercury Blues de Alan Jackson

(Robert L Geddins/KC Douglas) Well if I had money Tell you what I'd do I'd go downtown and buy a Mercury or two Crazy bout a Mercury Lord I'm crazy bout a Mercury I'm gonna buy me a Mercury And cruise...

Textes et Paroles de A Song For Douglas After He's Dead (Rebirth)




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 over, with a purpose sun rise.
And the wind, carry smoke, from a earth that is burning.
The smoke clogs in his hair, and he's covered with patterns.
And a decent, of life trees, on his camouflaged soul.
With a winter of memories, carved ponder bone white.
Beyond his sculls for, a scorpion lies.
In the crunch of the snow, as his darkness increases.
A twilight of ice, encircles his teeth.

This is a song for Douglas, after he's dead.
This is a song for Douglas, his mercury dances.

There's a swastika carved, in the palm of his hand.
There's a crooked cross, that is caught in his eyes.
There waits a falling sun, in his mind.
There's the honor, of violence, on his lips.
His father waits for him, at the towers of silence.
Where they worship the fires, so long ago cringed.
But the two will oh trees, with el has inverted.
The fork of life snapped.
They are father and son.
So mingling dust, as if life itself, had been mostly illusion.
But parchly real.
And parchly pain.

And over some wall, if you look through rebels.
Amongst ruins of churches, where life conquers death.
Thou empires can not last, where blood and concepts.
The folted and failed.
A cloud still sow his teeth.
As the world disappears.

This is a song for Douglas, after he's dead.
This is a song for my Douglas, his mercury dances.

N'hésitez pas à faire une recherche de paroles d'une chanson dont vous ne connaissez qu'un morceau de texte avec notre moteur de paroles et chansons