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Artist: Current 93 Title: They Return To Their Earth G Em C D x2
GWhen serpents cEmome C They cover the ChDrist Thorn G Two heads and Emcock heads C Serpents feed of emotDion G Lidded eyes and smEmudged realities CEverything has two faDces G One is earthly wiEmthout true form C The other blackened and blacDkening
G Mother is in the fiEmelds C Father is in the fiDelds
GYou know well its toEmrtured form C It's locked within a pDarticular place G It's locked within a paEmrticular form C It's jailed by a faDlling light G With angles shEmapes and sighs C It's held by twowDood G It's held by thEmreeplace C It's a name that has nDo name
G Mother is in the fiEmelds C Father is in the fiDelds
GIt's a form creating forEmmless C Formless creating foDrm GOh, four towers read them Embackwards C Do not spell their soDund G Do not move to theirEm lies CSpeak the words DAnd they create the unGiverse And Em C They destroy all uDniverse
G Mother is in the fiEmelds C Father is in the fiDelds
GHeavy-lidded eEmyes Do not mask the pCain They shade us from tDhe burning lGight Listen: one fEmace one form One trCuth one light D I see it through the staining Gglass I see it fractured in the wEmorld C
(This is not true -
DIt's appearance only) G Mother is in the fiEmelds C Father is in the fiDelds
GAn eagle flies His bEmloody face CBehind bloody claws DBehind bloody cause G His pain is blEmackened rain C His reign is RoDmanzion paGin
It is not finished
It haEmppens now MatcChstick men in a matDchstick world Match the prGick with the sickle Make the siEmckle slice the corn C Time stops when he wasD thirty-three
G And mother is in thEme fields C Father is in the fiDelds
GTime stops when I'm thEmirty CTime stops then D And time stops thGere
Then is now
EmWhy do we not see it? CTime stops time breaks tDime holds Time ceGases The pestle grinds the mEmortar The moCrtar turns to dust The mDetal turns to rust GWords they fail And they Emfall apart The CoCrn it dies And is reDborn
G Mother is in the fiEmelds C Father is in the fiDelds
GBlond hair moves in the bEmlond corn CBoyd wears black And he tDalks of death But aGll his face Spell out liEmght CMichael's on the roof He's kiDssing a Rose GBlood drops come From theEm heart of her life CSomething hangs AbDove there in the skies GSomething hovers Above his bEmrown hair LCife la-las In the bDackground of light And the bGirds don't sing When the cEmurtain snaps AnCita's in Ireland She's fDalling over rocks GScars are for her scarring EmScars are for her pain And aCll her scars Meet in a falDling star
And sGome make money from weEmapons Blood And sCome make money from huDnger
Blood
And sGome make money from poEmlitics Blood And sCome make money from feDar
Blood
And sGome make money from reEmligion It's blood The wCorld falls apart The wDorld starts to cease And mGotherEm is in the fields CFatherD has died in the fiGelds