#alphavile

[atomic-chronoscaph]

1980s album covers

[frenchnewwaves]

Le Petit Soldat

[babsi-and-stella]

Anna Karina photographed by André Grassart, 1965.

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Alphaville - Sounds Like a Melody 1984

"Sounds Like a Melody" is a song by the German synth-pop group Alphaville, from their debut album Forever Young (1984). The song was a big success in continental Europe and South Africa, reaching the Top 10; it topped the charts in Italy and Sweden, and was certified Gold in Germany.

Originally, Alphaville had planned to release "Forever Young" as their second single, to follow the success of "Big in Japan". However, record studio executives requested that Alphaville release an additional song between the two singles, and as a result "Sounds Like a Melody" was written and arranged in just two days. This corporate pressure caused the band to dislike the song and they refused to play it live for over 10 years.

"Sounds Like a Melody" received a total of 70,4% yes votes!

[mattydemise]

Alphaville, 1965.

[life-of-a-rat]

underrated sillies

in my continuing quest to make Alpha 60 and EPICAC more popular characters, I have android-ified them, fuck you, you were warned.

I didn't have enough room to fit the full line from Alpha 60the whole this goes: "Unfortunately for us, the world is real. And me, unfortunately for me I am me, Alpha 60."

+ other computer characters they remind me of, + doodles

[lascitasdelashoras]

Anna Karina & Jean-Luc Godard - Alphaville, 1965

[incorectquoteswlw]

Nat: What is love to you?

Yelena: Kate's voice, her eyes, her hands, her lips.

Nat: I preferred when you were afraid of your feelings.

Yelena: No you don't.

Nat, sighing: No, I don't.

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Alphaville (1965) - dir. Jean-Luc Godard

[sonimage1965]

Alphaville

dir. Jean-Luc Godard

1965

[eiraeths]

For as long as Gaz can remember, he’s associated people with certain songs. It’s no surprise to anyone who’s known him long enough. Music has been a part of his life since day one; a low-volumed CD-radio combo on the kitchen counter always playing in the background and singing along to whatever was playing in the car.

One of his favorite activities growing up was standing behind the school with a group of friends crowded around now outdated technology, showing each other all the favorite songs and whatever came to mind. Even now, with years gone by since he’s last spoken to them, all he has to do is hear their song and he’s stuck reminiscing for the rest of the day. Music is how to make a moment last forever.

He’s not sure what kick-started this little game of mental association of his, but it’s never left him and he never wants it to. Until now, at least.

From the first day he met Soap, he knew Soap would leave a mark on his soul for eternity. He didn’t care for Soap as a person at first either, though his fellow sergeant was too hot-headed; too brash and impulsive. How someone could carve out a space for themself with words alone was beyond Gaz. He didn’t understand it. Didn’t want to.

But that’s the thing: Soap was so damn good at carving out a space for himself. It wasn’t long before Gaz knew he couldn’t call Soap anything else but a friend. Their time enlisted together marches on and one day a simple friend turns into an occasional-flirt-with and think-what-could-be friend.

Gaz tried to establish a line. He tried to push his pestering emotions down and keep the status quo. Soap had become one of the most important persons in his life and Gaz couldn’t fuck that up. Their flirting—whatever it could be called—was simply another little game, just like Gaz’s music association.

And here comes endearing, impulsive John Soap MacTavish, with his stupidly charming words and larger-than-life personality who crashes through all of Gaz’s trepidations like it’s just another Monday. John Soap MacTavish,who could carve his way into any clique and made sure he fit seamlessly into every crevice—as if he was passively testing fate. Who carved his way into Gaz’s life like he’s been there all along.

Gaz doesn’t remember where that self-imposed line was anymore.

Smooth as ever, Soap slots into Gaz’s daily routine without a single hitch in the process. In no time, so many of Gaz’s favorite songs became reminders of Soap’s place in his life. He shares this with Soap too, of course. This unconditional, amorous thing of theirs means everything is on the table. Every part of them under stage lights for criticism.

Soap’s enamored with all the songs from the start. He doesn’t think it’s strange, even shares his own. After that, the two of them could often be found sitting together sharing a pair of earbuds, whether it be somewhere on base or post-op cooldown.

The love of his life, John Soap MacTavish without a single bone of shame in his body who’d drag Gaz up to dance and single off key and so severely out of tune and not give a damn. Who’d do anything just to see Gaz crack a smile or shake his head in amusement.

Soap was damn good at that. It makes sense in hindsight. Someone who’s so good with people and so eager to serve needs something to do with that seemingly boundless energy.

Gaz stares at the single box filled to the brim with all of Soap’s possessions. All of that boundless, never-ending energy,and for what? Just to end up as another KIA in a soon to be forgotten document.

It has to be some kind of cruel joke for everything that larger-than-life John Soap MacTavish was to be able to fit in a standard brown packing box. It doesn’t make sense. None of Soap’s beloved mathematical equations could even begin to explain it. It shouldn’t be possible.

It’s not fucking fair.

How could this one box be all that’s left of him?

Without thinking, Gaz picks up his phone and presses play on their playlist.

Let us die young or let us live forever

We don’t have the power, but we never say never

Sitting in a sandpit, life’s a short trip

The music’s for the sad man

Life’s cruelest game was giving unconditional a price tag. Someone leaves first and someone has to think about how they had the rest of their lives to discover together. The pieces of grief won’t pick themself up.

Someone has to stay behind and stare at the perfectly carved hole left in the other’s departure.

Forever young, I want to be forever young

Do you really want to live forever?

[lecineaste]

Alphaville by Jean-Luc Godard

[a-perfect-parisian-day]

Anna Karina on the set of Alphaville, 1965

[humanoidhistory]

Alphaville, 1965, directed by Jean-Luc Godard.

[romanceyourdemons]

we need more formally recognized genres like space western. imagine the possibilities. we could have post-apocalyptic xianxia. undersea sword and sorcery. generation ship gothic. if we all work together we can do this

[justbusterkeaton]

Music: Forever Young by Alphaville