Lydia (Assyrian: Luddu; Greek: Λυδία) was an Iron Age kingdom of western Asia Minor located generally east of ancient Ionia in the modern Turkish provinces of Manisa and inland İzmir. Its population spoke an Anatolian language known as Lydian.
At its greatest extent, the Kingdom of Lydia covered all of western Anatolia. Lydia (known as Sparda by the Achaemenids) was a satrapy (province) of the Achaemenid Empire, with Sardis as its capital. Tabalus, appointed by Cyrus the Great, was the first satrap (governor). (See: Lydia (satrapy)).
Lydia was later the name for a Roman province. Coins are thought to have been invented in Lydia around the 7th century BC.
The endonym Śfard (the name the Lydians called themselves) survives in bilingual and trilingual stone-carved notices of the Achaemenid Empire: the satrapy of Sparda (Old Persian), Aramaic Saparda, Babylonian Sapardu, Elamitic Išbarda. These in the Greek tradition are associated with Sardis, the capital city of Gyges, constructed in the 7th century BC.
Lydia Lunch (born Lydia Anne Koch, June 2, 1959, Rochester, New York) is an American singer, poet, writer, and actress whose career was spawned by the New York No Wave scene. The Boston Phoenix named Lunch "one of the 10 most influential performers of the 1990s."
Her work typically features provocative and confrontational delivery and has maintained an anti-commercial ethic[citation needed], operating independently of major labels and distributors.
Lydia Lunch moved to New York City from Rochester at the age of 13 in 1973 with what she described having nothing but "a small red suitcase, a winter coat, and a big fucking attitude." Lunch moved into a communal household of artists and musicians in NYC, including Kitty Bruce, daughter of Lenny Bruce[citation needed]. Soon Willy DeVille gave her the name "Lunch" because she often stole lunches from The Dead Boys. After befriending Alan Vega and Martin Rev at Max's Kansas City, she founded the short-lived but influential No Wave band Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, with James Chance. Both Teenage Jesus and the Jerks and The Contortions, Chance's subsequent band, played on the No Wave compilation No New York, produced by Brian Eno. Lunch later appeared on two songs on James White and the Blacks album, Off-White.
Lydia Lunch - Queen Of Siam
Lydia Lunch ("FUCK")
Lydia Lunch - Atomic Bongos
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Lydia Lunch - Shotgun Wedding (1991)
Lydia Lunch- Honeymoon in Red (1987) - FULL ALBUM -
Lydia Lunch - Gloomy Sunday (1980)
Lydia Lunch on "Denton" (1994)
Lydia Lunch and her definition of pleasure
Sonic Youth with Lydia Lunch - Death Valley '69
Lydia Lunch - Conspiracy of Women (live excerpt 1989)
Lydia Lunch - 3x3
Lydia Lunch & Nick Cave - Done Dun
Lydia Lunch - Queen Of Siam
Lydia Lunch ("FUCK")
Lydia Lunch - Atomic Bongos
Nardwuar vs. Lydia Lunch
Lydia Lunch Interviews on Videowave -- Oct. 1983, Nov. 1985
Lydia Lunch - Shotgun Wedding (1991)
Lydia Lunch- Honeymoon in Red (1987) - FULL ALBUM -
Lydia Lunch - Gloomy Sunday (1980)
Lydia Lunch on "Denton" (1994)
Lydia Lunch and her definition of pleasure
Sonic Youth with Lydia Lunch - Death Valley '69
Lydia Lunch - Conspiracy of Women (live excerpt 1989)
Lydia Lunch - 3x3
Lydia Lunch & Nick Cave - Done Dun
Nick Zedd - Wild World Of Lydia Lunch (1983) (full movie)
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No Wave Now: Lydia Lunch on the cultural history of No Wave
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Lydia Lunch - Retrovirus 2013 (Full Album)
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Lydia Lunch - Some Velvet Morning
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Lydia Lunch & Rowland S. Howard - Burning Skulls
Interview with Leighton Antelman of Lydia
Lydia Interview
Lydia Interview 2013
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Unsigned & Unleashed Interview :: Lydia
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Lydia Criss Interview on NYRocks TV
GW Big Interview: Lydia Ko
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Lydia Davis: Advice to the Young
I AM KING. I CAN DO ANYTHING.
COME FOLLOW
COME FALL
I WILL SHOW YOU
ALL AND MINE
EVERYTHING'S MINE
THEN GIVE YOU TWIN BRIGHT COINS TO PUT ALL YR EYE LIGHTS
LIDS DOWN. THEN FASTEN THE DOOR.
WANDER DOWN
FALL IN TIME
FALL IN TIME
I COUNT ALL OF MINE ON FINGERS STAINED SO...
COME FALL, COME FALL, CLOSE YOUR EYES.
WE CAN DANCE ON A TREE
AND YOU WILL NEVER, TOUCH THE GROUND, NEVER TOUCH THE
GROUND, NEVER TOUCH THE GROUND
SHE SAID... I CAN DO ANYTHING...
I AM KING...
Slipping seething living breathing
Ghosts on my mind
Pounder flounder searching tersely
His cowboy eyes
Snidely grinding slowly winding
Knots in my hair
Creepy weepy slowly seeping
Fear what's not there
Writing hiding coinciding
Sunburnt it died
Lie inside and cowboy riding
Ghosts on my mind
Bribing begging borrow stealing
Lines on his face
Ripping wretching yelping naked
Hairs out a place
Ceilings squealing tersely reading
Lies in his eyes
Feelings reeling barely seeing
Nailed the wood scratched
Snidely grinding slowly winding
Knots in my hair
Creepy weepy slowly seeping
In the cool of the evening when ev'rything is gettin'
kind of groovy,
I call you up and ask you if you want to go and meet and
see a movie,
First you say no, you've got some plans for the night,
And then you stop, and say, "All right."
Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you.
You always keep me guessin', I never seem to know what
you are thinkin'.
And if a fella looks at you, it's for sure your little
eye will be a-winkin'.
I get confused, 'cause I don't know where I stand,
And then you smile, and hold my hand.
Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you.
Spooky!
If you decide someday to stop this little game that you
are playin',
I'm gonna tell you all what my heart's been a-dyin' to be
sayin'.
Just like a ghost, you've been a-hauntin' my dreams,
So I'll propose... on Halloween.
Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you.
Spooky,
Spooky,
Spooky,
Oh-whoa, all right,
Sunday is gloomy
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I
Have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles
And prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart here
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you
IT'S RAINING AT THE BORDER, TEARS OF LOVE LIKE BLOOD
SPILT
STAGNANT ON THE CARPET...
IT'S RAINING AND ANOTHER FILTHY WIDOW WATCHES...
AND THE SELF IS NO FRIEND AND ALL ENEMIES ATTACK FROM
WITHIN...
WAY DOWN DEEP, YOU KNOW WHY
THE DARKNESS IS SEPARATED BY A SLOW, RED RIVER
NIGHT SNEAKS INTO SLEEPY CORNERS
I LAY AT THE EDGE OF A FIELD OF FIRE
WITH A THOUSAND GHOSTS IN MY DUSTY BED, A THOUSAND
GHOSTS....
WAY DOWN DEEP YOU KNOW WHY...
THE EARTH SPITS THREADBARE IT'S SHALLOW DAUGHTERS WHO
TREAD LIKE BROKEN TRAMPS, DAMP ON STONE COLD STARES &
DEEP WITHIN THE FEAR OF A HUNDRED LONELY VICTIMS DOWN...
WAY DEEP DOWN YOU KNOW WHY...
I WILL LISTEN FOR YOUR BAITED STEP LIKE SHADOWS IN THE
HALL THAT FALL SLOWLY AND TRACE THE SHUTTERS OF YOUR
HOLLOW THOUGHTS AND BEAT MY HEART AGAINST THESE WALLS,
AND BEAT MY HEART... IT'S RAINING AT THE BORDER, IT'S
We had a date
12th street at eight
If you're done I'll be there don't be late
Instructed as such
Without a soft touch
If it would've mattered it didn't too much
I waited for you a minute or two
Well just what kind of a girl do you think I am
Fumbing around
A cigarette
Smoked it to the ash and then lit up again
Blowing smoke rings
Blinding the air
If you're comin baby you're just two in a rears
I'm too impatient and you're just too late
My attention span is just not that great
Then this young kinda guy walked right on by me
I couldn't have been more than 16
It's just nothing I can do you gotta understand
You see, he had this walk
I mean, down ??? and
No he wasn't going my direction so I just kinda turned
an eye
I had to I was really possessed
I mean, I wasn't myself
I was so close
I crept like a cat
Visions of seduction lurking under my hat
He was so young
Such innocense
If I had control I didn't feel any yet
I couldn't be heard
Not a sound did I make
If this is the real thing there's just no need to fake
So now was the time
The crucial 8th mile
If I had to do it it would be with a smile
A tap on his back
A slip on my belt
He turned around and I knew that the ground would melt
I put on the ice
The smile was gone
Lazy in love, ugh, hugged by the rear seared
Weak in the knees me, seized by ill-ease me
NO TIME FOR YOU, YEAH, RIP ROAR FANDANGO
LAZY IN LOVE, I’M JUST LAZY IN LOVE
CONICAL COMET, CONDUIT TO WHO IT
IS LAZY IN LOVE UGH, HUGGED BY THE REAR SEARED.
The clock died at a quarter to Midnight
frozen angels on my bedpost
tripping
over some senseless beggar
a simple case of mistaken face
my how nothing changes
different men in the same positions.
Time died at a quarter to Midnight
the scent of a ghost
fills the air
the clock on the wall
broke down to fall
my bleeding head
on the baseboard
my how nothing changes
different men in the same positions.
Just this side of Motel's End
Fingers move fingers
My wrists made of satin
Don't be afraid of what's gonna happen
Elbows to ankles my fists out of place
I turn around backwards and off slides my face
Bones plattered shattered
Dissolving my skin
My torso melts it flows out my shins
Open so open a circular mark
The cut on my forehead it glows in the dark
Ran away dark dank stank moss creeps
Cross the river I run from the dark stark fear
For I'd run, I run from the night
I say so sad so dead and mad
An angry diehard tears from m???
My veins in pain
They torch my mouth the saint
Ran away dark dank stank moss it creeps
Cross the river I run from the dark stark fear
I am bongo crazed with the crazy bee
Makes me stamp and shout
Get up on my feet
All the boys go wild with the bongo chill
Chase the girls around for a bongo thrill
Forget their
Cos it's kind of fun
But it's not enough
Let the boys go wild and the boys don't miss
When they grab the girls for a bongo kiss
Surfing's not too cool
Just what can you do
Standin' on a board and the water's smooth
All the girls go wild start to shake their seeds
When the boys start to play their bongo beat
I am bongo crazed with the crazy bee
Makes me stamp and shout
Get up on my feet
All the boys go wild with the bongo chill
Chase the girls around for a bongo thrill
Forget their
Cos it's kind of fun
But it's not enough
Let the boys go wild and the boys don't miss
When they chase the girls for a bongo kiss
Surfing's not too cool
Just what can you do
Standin' on a board and the water's smooth
All the girls go wild start to shake their seeds
Lazy in love, ugh, hugged by the rear seared
Weak in the knees me, seized by ill-ease me
NO TIME FOR YOU, YEAH, RIP ROAR FANDANGO
LAZY IN LOVE, I’M JUST LAZY IN LOVE
CONICAL COMET, CONDUIT TO WHO IT
I would not like to not know
lock your door
I would not like to not know
lock your door
Shut up and die
I wish it was me
prisoner of my own demise
Kiss the bride and make her cry
roll over and die
bye bye baby bye bye
I could almost cry like tears of blood
and slowly it evaporates
sometime to true the moment passes
like dawn to dusk
like rust to ashes
inside torn down
the soul the walls
the hallowed bodied evening sprawls
across the rock across the dark
I could....
I could almost cry like tears of blood
and slowly it evaporates
without a trace without a scar
sometimes too blue
the moment passes
overhead, so undetected
without default, with no perfection
I could close my eyes and sleep forever
locked inside this secret silence
whisper deep inside my head
slow motion sick
until tomorrow
rewind, erase and nothing remains
the way that nothing ever does
My windows are on the street
and there's knives in my drain
I've broken the cardboard
forced fists in my brain
I blacken the walls as I suffer my youth
I've got the cancer of birth
and I ask what's the use
there's knives in my drain
and there's shafts in my brain
curling the hairs and every man's mad
broken fingers of passion and every girl's sad
I'm split and unbled and I'm ripped to the sore
every man's madness and I'm hurdling ripped to the core
there's knives in my drain
empty splints in my brain
I've carved knives in my hair, it's every man's dream
I've broken the passion and every girl bleeds
I'm blackened and bleeding, I'm ripped to my youth
Slipping seething living breathing
Ghosts on my mind
Pounder flounder searching tersely
His cowboy eyes
Snidely grinding slowly winding
Knots in my hair
Creepy weepy slowly seeping
Fear what's not there
Writing hiding coinciding
Sunburnt it died
Lie inside and cowboy riding
Ghosts on my mind
Bribing begging borrow stealing
Lines on his face
Ripping wretching yelping naked
Hairs out a place
Ceilings squealing tersely reading
Lies in his eyes
Feelings reeling barely seeing
Nailed the wood scratched
Snidely grinding slowly winding
Knots in my hair
Creepy weepy slowly seeping
Fear what's not there