Lillian Axe

(Det er IKKE noget om MGP-pop) ;o)
Jeg har en masse skiver med et band, som det undrer mig, der ikke er andre end mig der kender. Lillian Axe. Og hvis der er så GIV LIGE ET DYT ;o)
Det er amerikansk, etableret i 1983, men hvis man skal beskrive stilen, skal man mixe DAD, Iron Maiden og Scorpions...Melodisk rock...overholder konventionerne for en god melodi...med tydelige spor af tysk folkemusiktradition (Det benyttede Scorpions også i HØJ grad...Grave Digger gør det stadig...Accept og MANGE, MANGE flere!)
Lillian Axe skriver desuden hamrende dybe tekster...rapporter fra afkroge af sindets mørke, og alligevel styrede bandet igennem 80'erne hairrock-music i fin stil... noget af en bedrift!
Et af deres albums hedder "Psykoschizofrenia", og det er fandme hot stuff, når de synger "Voices in my wall"...Men dog stadig på et spiseligt plan. http://www.lyricsdownload.com/lillian-axe-voices-in-my-walls-lyrics.html
En anden vildt fed sang hedder "Stop the Hate"
http://www.lyrics007.com/Lillian%20Axe%20Lyrics/Stop%20the%20Hate%20Lyrics.html
Eller tittel-nummeret fra deres "Ghost of Winter" er jeg ret vild med
GHOST OF WINTER af Lillian Axe
As I lie awake
All the memories of my life
Seem to come and fade
Wakes me in the dead of night
Am I slipping away?
Is my memory leaving me?
When it's cold and dark,
Ghost of winter comes to me
Look at me
I'm eternal thought
It's a shame but we must part
It's just a dream
It's just a dream
Dreams that seem so real
Granny tells me it's o.k.
Won't you cry to sleep
You'll wake up to a brand new day
Tears to wake the dead
Tell them it's not all in vain
Since the dawn of man
Think how many felt the rain
It's far from what you know
But now I have to go
It's just a dream
It's just a dream
In the world, darkness follows me
Hiding out, in places I can't see
I'll tell you one thing
I'll never change my ways
Fly high......
I can't distinguish
reality from dreams
Ghost of winter,
won't you hear my silent scream?
Ghost of winter, hear my silent scream?
Ghost of winter, return me to my dream
You've showed me one thing
I've never, ever seen
So take me back there
I've got to have my dream
Oh, Ghost of Winter
Hear my silent scream
Fly high...........
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Deres homepage: http://www.lillianaxe.com/Band-Main-Page.html
Jeg kan anbefale det højt og lavt, men husk lige på...at på samme måde som Iron Maiden er det....er Lillian Axe damned POP-musik....men på den fede måde ;o) Hvis I vil vide hvad det er, må I købe nogle af skiverne....det er IKKE spildte penge.

du har endnu engang kastet dig ud i underlødig musikstil.
Det fører kun til ulykke og tugt.
Må Gud være med dig
Din
Enoch

Nej jeg kender dem godt nok ikke, men tillod mig lige at "dytte" alligevel. Det lyder da for fedt. Jeg tror da lige, at jeg skal ha´ fat i et eksemplar af sådan en skive...
Tak for tippet :o)
Ribe-søndagshygge til dig...

Det lyder cool. Vil lige prøve at tjecke det ud.
God dag til dig.
Hilsen
Mobster...

Glæder mig at du dyttede alligevel.... Og at du fik lyst til at tjekke det ud...;o) Jeg ELSKER nå man kan udveksle musiktips. NÅR du har hørt det på et eller andet tidspunkt....vil du så fortælle mig, hvad du synes om det?

jeg siger det samme til dig som til Ripenseren http://debat.sol.dk/show.fcgi?category=10&conference=123&posting=534862
Håber I begge får en dejlig oplevelse....

af grin...UNDERLØDIG musikstil...Det her, du falske Enoch, er FROMT i forhold til det jeg plejer at høre ;o)
Læs lidt Cradle of Filth....DE kan bare det der der med texter...og så ser de bare så søde ud ;o) http://scarlettear0.tripod.com/random_pictures/_CradleofFilth_.jpg
Ham i midten....han er MIN hehe...det er ham der SKRIGER
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A Gothic Romance (Red Roses For The Devil's Whore)
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea
A jewel more radiant than the moon
Lowered Her mask to me
The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire
Would marvel at making their Queen
Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire
And my heart reeled with grave poetry....
From grace I fell in love with Her
Scent and feline lure
And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest
"Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night
She lulled me away from the rich masquerade
And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight"
Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me?
Her icy kiss fervoured my neck
Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach
In a whirl of sweet voices and statues
That phantomed the dying trees
This debauched seductress in black, took me....
In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn
I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre
On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn
Lamented the spectre of Her
Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete
I hungered for past overtures
The curse of unrest and her ardent caress
Came much more than my soul could endure....
I, at once endeavoured to see Her again
Stirring from midnight's inertia
Knowing not even her name
On a thin precipice over carnal abyss
I danced like a blind acolyte
Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine
Suffused with the perfume of night
For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds
In vain that we might meet
When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued
I sought refuge in a cemeterty
Sleep, usher dreams
Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether
Mistress of the dark
I now know what thou art
Screams haunt my sleep
Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together
Lamia and Lemures
Spawned thee leche
To snare my flesh
Portrait of the Dead Countess
Deep stained pain that I had dreamt
Flaunted demise, life's punishment
Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb....
But poised nectar within my stirs
Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search
Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons
Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon
In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels
Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell
To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet
Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette
"Fleeting, enshadowed
Thou art privy to my sin
Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict
The cruel daylights upon my skin?
Dost thou not want to worship me
With crimson sacrifice
So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss
And weep with new-found life?"
Red roses for the Devil's whore....
Dark angels taste my tears
And whisper haunting requiems
Softly to mine ear
Need-fires have lured abominations here....
Nocturnal pulse
My veins spill forth their waters
Rent by lips I cherish most
Awash on her perfidious shores
Where drowning umbra o'er the stars
Ebon's graves where lovers whore
Like seraphim and Nahemah
"Nahemah"
Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest
Blind reason against thee, Enchantress
For I must know, art thou not death?
My heart echoes bloodless and incensed....
Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry
Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me?
On that fatal Hallow's Eve when we fled company
As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves
UNder horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn
In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone
I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet
Enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter
silhouette....
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AXA???

Du skriver med et punkum i enden

Kors mand...hvad er du på? Can I have some? ;oD
Nu du siger...så kan jeg også se det....en helligfrans, der skriver med et punktum i enden....SYYYYYYYYRET altså! ;o)
(Han var vist bare ude på fis og ballade)

Hej, lyder herligt med Lillian Axe
tænker på det lille rim:
Lizzie Borden took an axe and gave her father forty wacks... When she saw what she had done, she gave her mother forty-one..