"Marian"
Film. "Underworld"
"Bury me Deep"
Lyrics
Call it superstition
Followed and fell
Under the falling
Under the spell
Singing
Bury me
Bury me
Spoken in tongues
Of many colours, in the
Colours of heaven, in the colours of hell, in the
Cannot, would not tell, in the
Broken temple bells, in the ringing
Oh, Marian, I can
Hear those voices singing
Bury me
Inside
Lie beside and
Bury me
Deep
In the spoken in tongues
Cover me over
Unsung
Unsaid, not
Borrowed, broken and torn,
On the bed tomorrow, mourning
Before you sleep
Bury me deep
Bury me
Inside
Lie beside and
Bury me, bury me, bury me, bury me
Deep
Call it superstition
Followed and fell
Under the falling
Under the spell
Bury me
Inside
Lie beside and
Bury me
Deep
Followed and fell
Under the falling
Under the spell
Singing
Bury me
Bury me
Spoken in tongues
Of many colours, in the
Colours of heaven, in the colours of hell, in the
Cannot, would not tell, in the
Broken temple bells, in the ringing
Oh, Marian, I can
Hear those voices singing
Bury me
Inside
Lie beside and
Bury me
Deep
In the spoken in tongues
Cover me over
Unsung
Unsaid, not
Borrowed, broken and torn,
On the bed tomorrow, mourning
Before you sleep
Bury me deep
Bury me
Inside
Lie beside and
Bury me, bury me, bury me, bury me
Deep
Call it superstition
Followed and fell
Under the falling
Under the spell
Bury me
Inside
Lie beside and
Bury me
Deep
"1959"
Lyrics
Living as an angel in the
Place that I was born
Living on air
Living in heaven
Giving the lie down, the line
To the
There's my heaven
And I know
Which way the wind blows
In nineteen fifty-nine
Which way the wind blows
In nineteen fifty-nine
And the wind blows still
And the wind blows wild again
For a little child an never kill this clean
This way
And it feels like me today
Tell me
Do you feel the same?
Isabelle?
Or do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
...do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
And the wind blows wild again
And the wind blows wild
In nineteen fifty-nine
In fifty-nine
Isabelle
Do you, do you fell the same?
Come with me
Like a little child
Like another gun
Like homeless, restless, known to none, like
Way beyond the line
Like it never was
In nineteen fifty-nine.
Place that I was born
Living on air
Living in heaven
Giving the lie down, the line
To the
There's my heaven
And I know
Which way the wind blows
In nineteen fifty-nine
Which way the wind blows
In nineteen fifty-nine
And the wind blows still
And the wind blows wild again
For a little child an never kill this clean
This way
And it feels like me today
Tell me
Do you feel the same?
Isabelle?
Or do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
...do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine?
And the wind blows wild again
And the wind blows wild
In nineteen fifty-nine
In fifty-nine
Isabelle
Do you, do you fell the same?
Come with me
Like a little child
Like another gun
Like homeless, restless, known to none, like
Way beyond the line
Like it never was
In nineteen fifty-nine.
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The Sisters of Mercy es uno de los grupos más importantes de rock gótico, formado en la época post-punk.
Han grabado tres álbumes de estudio, First and Last and Always (1985), Floodland (1987) yVision Thing (1990); un recopilatorio, Some Girls Wander by Mistake (1992), y un grandes éxitos, A Slight Case of Overbombing (1993).
