Day: June 6, 2013

Lyrical discord, lyrics, Music, Top Five Thursday, WritingsLeave a comment

Top Five Thursday :: With the record selection and my mirror’s reflection

lyriquediscorde

Top Five Tuesday :: Billy Idol My Billy Idol thirst was not quenched enough with today’s video of the day, I have found myself combing through songs, playing one after another, recalling my vinyl collection and the sneer and fist that become synonymous with his Rebel Yell. My best teenage friends and I all fell hard for him, played his music loud enough to shake the walls (and blow out a few speakers), as we danced around our bedrooms, by ourselves, and together, to Billy Idol’s music. He was a musical staple of my adolescence, and his songs still make … Continue reading Top Five Thursday :: With the record selection and my mirror’s reflection

about the songs, Lyrical discord, lyrics, Music, Video of the DayLeave a comment

One more bad dream could bring a fall :: VOTD

lyriquediscorde

Eyes Without a Face:: Billy Idol directed by David Mallet “I spend so much time believing all the lies, to keep the dream alive.” Eyes Without a Face is a song by Billy Idol, co-written with guitarist Steve Stevens from Idol’s 1983 album Rebel Yell. The title of the song refers to French director Georges Franju’s movie Les yeux sans visage (1960) which was taken from the novel by Jean Redon. The film was later cut, dubbed, and renamed The Horror Chamber of Doctor Faustus for American distribution in 1962, but was restored years later for American re-release. The film, … Continue reading One more bad dream could bring a fall :: VOTD

Keep Art Alive, live music, Lyrical discord, lyrics, Music, Song of the Day, WritingsLeave a comment

And the siren come calling :: SOTD

lyriquediscorde

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Sylvia Ji “I was a heart breaker, I loved you, the same way I do, but I’ve got so much wickedness and sin.” The siren is calling, I can hear her voice thrilling and trilling in the distance, she was soft at first, echoing in the silences, but now she bellows, beckoning, becoming part of my words. I feel the freedom in it, the strength, and a sense of direction I have lacked for so long. I have spent far too much time waxing poetic about love past, nostalgia poisoning the blood in my … Continue reading And the siren come calling :: SOTD