Christian Death feat. Rozz Williams : Procession / Panic In Detroit [1994] [reblog]

from Oannes *
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Ακούμε ένα τραγούδι από το άλμπουμ των Christian Death, The Rage Of Angels του 1994. Στίχοι του μεγάλου Rozz Williams, μουσική της κιθαρίστριας – “Βασίλισσας του Σκότους”, Eva O.
Μετά από αυτό, η κλασική τους βερσιόν του “Panic In Detroit” [Bowie].

We hear a song from the 1994 Christian Death album The Rage Of Angels. Lyrics by the great Rozz Williams, music by the guitarist – “Queen of Darkness”, Eva O.
After that, their classic version of “Panic In Detroit” [Bowie].

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❝ Sheltered darkness without pain
Crushed under dreams, dreams of love sustained
Black on black, procession ends no more time, time time to make amends
Always the beginning holds the keys to the end
However hidden they might be
The keys to misery and depression
That always lead to death yet new beginnings
Death of man, woman, child the marked beasts born to die
Lead all, they follow down
God, hold onto something my hands have lost their shape
Why do you let me suffer such disgrace?
Brush the weathered, fetish costume dressed in red
Rampart of bones, loosely constructed the absence of heads
Sheltered darkness without pain
Crushed under dreams, dreams of love sustained
Black on black, procession ends no more time, time time to make amends
I have seen the possessed, touched by grace
Not love lost i seek no pleasure, no gain
Death of man, woman, child the marked beasts born to die lead all, they follow down
God, hold onto something my hands have lost their shape
Why do you let me suffer, suffer such disgrace?
Procession ends no more time, time time to make amends ❞

❝ He looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel van
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion, such a humble man
The only survivor of the National People’s Gang
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloom
The police had warned of repercussions, they followed none too soon
A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
Putting on some clothes, I made my way to school
I found my teacher crouching in his overalls
I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot machine
And jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights
Having scored a trillion dollars, made a run back home
Found him slumped across the table, a gun and me alone
I ran to the window, looked for a plane or two
Panic in Detroit, he’d left me an autograph
“Let me collect dust, ” I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit
Panic in Detroit
Panic in Detroit ❞

Enjoy!


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