[Events] 30 Days of Visual Kei - Day 17
PV THAT MAKES YOU THINK THE MOST
RAVEN LOUD SPEEEAKER (NIGHTMARE)
From the sad, dirty child watching the fuzzy TV and the the black ooze, to the soft piano outro and the hopeful look on the child's face as he gazes at the sun in the open sky over the city--I love the epic feel of this PV. It gives you the sense of waking up to hope and freedom, leaving darness and violence and apathy behind. It remains one of my favorite "message" type videos.
Lyrics:
Is it going to disappear or to be lost as the time goes by?
Does the swinging clouds hide the sin, you and the days?
Fortresses lined up with no space in between. The End of the ideal.
Everything has become derelict, disappeared cold.
Holding your hand I walked helplessly through the chaotic fireblades.
There you were attacked by the virulent claws of time.
It dawns, I kick the ground feeling distorted and torn
The sun rises when I’m announcing the liberation one again.
How many times did I have to cry because of many excuses and lies?
The night and the blather - nonsense!
I don’t need it anymore.
How worthy is such a civilization at all,
which is built from deceptions?
I’m crying and looking for an answer,
which cannot be found yet.
It dawns, I kick the ground feeling distorted and torn
The sun rises when I’m announcing the liberation one again.
Give a death to the dead time!
RAVEN LOUD SPEEEAKER (NIGHTMARE)
Click to viewFrom the sad, dirty child watching the fuzzy TV and the the black ooze, to the soft piano outro and the hopeful look on the child's face as he gazes at the sun in the open sky over the city--I love the epic feel of this PV. It gives you the sense of waking up to hope and freedom, leaving darness and violence and apathy behind. It remains one of my favorite "message" type videos.
Lyrics:
Is it going to disappear or to be lost as the time goes by?
Does the swinging clouds hide the sin, you and the days?
Fortresses lined up with no space in between. The End of the ideal.
Everything has become derelict, disappeared cold.
Holding your hand I walked helplessly through the chaotic fireblades.
There you were attacked by the virulent claws of time.
It dawns, I kick the ground feeling distorted and torn
The sun rises when I’m announcing the liberation one again.
How many times did I have to cry because of many excuses and lies?
The night and the blather - nonsense!
I don’t need it anymore.
How worthy is such a civilization at all,
which is built from deceptions?
I’m crying and looking for an answer,
which cannot be found yet.
It dawns, I kick the ground feeling distorted and torn
The sun rises when I’m announcing the liberation one again.
Give a death to the dead time!