 My Dying Bride
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Artist rating: 84.38 % (ranking: not set)
Highest rating: 84.41 % (2015)
Most recent trend: 72.50 % (2020)
Highest trend: 84.06 % (2004)
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DataFormed: 1990
Formed 34 years ago
External linksOfficial site
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MembersLena Abé, Andrew Craighan, Hamish Glencross, Adrian Jackson, Bill Law, Shaun MacGowan, Rick Miah, Dan Mullins, Martin Powell, Calvin Robertshaw, Jeff Singer, Aaron Stainthorpe, Sarah Stanton, Katie Stone, Shaun Taylor-Steels |
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Date released: 2011-05-30 Type: studio In collection: on wishlist [low] Average track length: 09:39 Average track rating:  |
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My Dying Bride:
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1 lyrics  10:01 | 2 lyrics  06:45 | 3 lyrics 07:08 | 4 lyrics  10:44 | 5 lyrics  10:35 | 6 lyrics 12:20 | 7 lyrics 09:37 | 8 lyrics 09:20 | 9 instr  10:21 | Total time: 01:26:51 |
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In Your Dark Pavilion 10:01 |
All great children
Build altars
I have no love
To give you
In the fire that rages between our sleep
I thought I saw you amid the ruins.
And I can witness you have nothing left.
I'll give you my heart through this biblical tome
I dream of being beside her
As I move through this water
Step over here you Devil
Her earth looks like
My dying skin |
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You Are Not the One Who Loves Me 06:45 |
You are not the one who loves me
I take you from your bathing
And I dry thee
I am this rope
Around your feet...
And it's summer
That bows its head,
Down the rivers of night
He fathers great hatred.
Oh, and the moon
Played in your eyes
Wishes drop through the air
And rip into the floor
Crowned with blazing leaves her hair
And flesh,
Limp and poor |
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Of Lilies Bent with Tears 07:08 |
Hold up the sun
Oh, lord hold up the sun
Shine it on me
Glory, shine it on me
Here comes the sun
Oh God here comes the sun
Climbing on me
Dear Lord climbing on me
Stabat mater dolorosa,
Justa crucem lacrimosa
Dum pendebit filius.
O quam tristis et afflicta,
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigenti.
The curves of the earth
I carve them for you
And in the night I drew
A knife of sickness & grief
Stabat mater dolorosa,
Justa crucem lacrimosa
Dum pendebit filius.
O quam tristis et afflicta,
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigenti.
There was a wound here
I see its scars
The shade upon your face
Of lilies bent with tears |
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The Distance, Busy with Shadows 10:44 |
In heaps they were
The dead stacked high
I crept and sang among them
Black was I, yet bent to it;
God and I had shunned them
It fell at my feet
No!
It didn't just come to me to heal its wounds
I will kiss it
It is within me now.
I feel the birth of doom
And the fruit of my body,
Stares right out of this room |
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Of Sorry Eyes in March 10:35 |
Destiny marks your life
With a knowing finger
The act of desire has walked on by.
An ancient sorrow
It is just your tears left to eat.
Flies lie dying on your sorry lips
And on young love's broken wings.
And the stone that lets you drown
You are not worth stopping for.
The Earth,
With all its blessing
And the endless fathoms of night.
Lay a raft of gold for you
My field here
Is where we end. |
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Vanité Triomphante 12:20 |
I often hunt you in my dreams,
But your wicked claw awaits me,
Aboard this snow-lit island,
Veins like tortured winter trees,
'Tis the service of my hand,
That silence climbs upon thee.
You are sweet and fine to listen to\!
Long tresses about your neck,
Yet much is false.
This mighty evening,
I've seen no face.
This is crushing me.
My quill it aches.
And old ships die like swans,
Against our frozen icy shore,
Pass your dying body,
I leave you in your thoughts
Trees dance and fail
Tell them I came
My beauty pale
Was yours the same?
Viens, il est temps de partir
Je vais regretter ta haine
Ta vanité triomphante
Fera sa révérence
I laid them in books
Just your heart and mine
For lovers to read
The lonely to pine
Through my broken skin
And cherry tree blood
The real world falls in
A false life of love |
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That Dress and Summer Skin 09:37 |
I just caught a glimpse
Of your Summer skin
As you slipped away
As the sun drew up
Its golden chair
I looked upon my own sleep
And so you shall
Taste my grief
Through blood and tears you helped me
You leaped from you lonely defeat
And in this night I drew my knife
As I look at them
I know what my hands have done
I'd shake these thorns for you
From my crown for you
So go on now
Put on that dress for me,
Put on that dress for me,
Put on that dress for me.
Put on that dress
Where are you my love, my love
My sweet one..?
Where have you gone?
My love where are you, my love, my sweet?
I only think of you and it drives me down.
I only dream of you.
I am so alone |
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And Then You Go 09:20 |
Here is the darkest place I know
You found in your eyes a home
And then you go
Come up here to my face
Into wars we race
Eat up the haste
I am poor for the lord
My age is lead and sore
Sit beneath my jaw
There! My prints in the snow
The wind and me alone
And then you go
And within it your embrace
Long given away the chase
Away flees grace
And then you go |
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A Hand of Awful Rewards 10:21 |
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