A Gothic Lovesong
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
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 you hoped to exhail
Your eyes tried so hard to glitter
A star-snuffing black
So you opened your books
And you opened your legs
And so opened your heart
And let in the badness
You claimed
As your friend
With un-angels hovering
Like flies round the orchard
That had covered your soul
Their empire increasing
And your country
Deserted by yourself
The bells of St. Mary call us to remember
That life is with end
And the gestures can kill us
Moreover destroy
And there is one judgment only
Your letters came daily
In French or in German
But they meant to me nothing
I caught the slow cords
And dry ice fogging your mind
I see all too clearly now
Why you could be discarded
And though I could pray for you
I probably shan't
Having had my cup filled up
With your lies
And your makeup
You were nothing
Thinking you're something
And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong
A sign to myself
And the memory of my past
I still write this gothic lovesong
A sign to myself
And the memory of my past
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!)
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Readable chord sheet for A Gothic Lovesong by Current-93
I'm c[Am]licking you[F]r fingers [G]for a gothic[Em] twilight That [Am]actually ex[F]isted just[G] in your hea[Em]d Yo[F]ur fingernails painted b[Em]lack Or bloo[F]dred I for[G]get [G7] An[F]d your fake-leathe[G]r volumes Ja[C]bbering on h[Am]ell Ma[F]nifest dec[G]adence was what you [Em]hoped to exhai[Am]l Y[F]our eyes tried s[G]o hard to glit[Am]ter A st[Am]ar-snuffing b[F]lack So yo[G]u opened your bo[Em]oks And [Am]you opened you[F]r legs And s[G]o opened your [Em]heart And l[F]et in the badne[Em]ss You c[F]laimed As yo[G]ur friend [G7] Wit[Am]h un-angels hov[F]ering Like[G] flies round th[Em]e orchard Tha[Am]t had covered y[F]our soul Thei[G]r empire increa[Em]sing And y[F]our country[Em] Deser[F]ted by yours[G]elf [G7] The be[F]lls of [G]St. Mary ca[C]ll us to reme[Am]mber That l[F]ife is [G]with end[Em] And th[F]e gestures can kil[G]l us Moreov[C]er destroy[Am] And th[F]ere is on[G]e judgment only[Am] Your[Am] letters came dai[F]ly In Fr[G]ench or in Germa[Em]n But [Am]they meant to me [F]nothing I cau[G]ght the slow cor[Em]ds And[F] dry i[Em]ce fogg[F]ing your m[G]ind [G7] I se[F]e all[G] too c[C]learly n[Am]ow Why [F]you c[G]ould be di[Em]scarded And [F]though I could pra[G]y for you I pr[C]obably shan't[Am] Havi[F]ng had m[G]y cup fill[Em]ed up With[F] your lies And your m[G]akeup [C] [Am] You [F]were noth[G]ing Thin[C]king you're somethi[Am]ng And [F]nonet[G]heless I st[C]ill write this gothic [Am]lovesong A si[F]gn to[G] myself And [C]the memory of my p[Am]ast I st[F]ill w[G]rite this go[C]thic loveso[Am]ng A si[F]gn to[G] myself And [C]the memory of my p[Am]ast And [F]a way to sh[G]ut out your f[Am]ace (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!)