The title confessor is used within Christianity in several ways.
Its oldest use is to indicate a saint who has suffered persecution and torture for the faith, but not to the point of death. The term is still used in this way in the East. In Latin Christianity it has come to signify any saint, as well as those who have been declared blessed, who cannot be categorized by another title: martyr, apostle, evangelist, or virgin. As Christianity emerged as the dominant religion in Europe, persecutions became rare, and the title was given to saints who lived a holy life and died in peace. Perhaps the most well known example is the English king St. Edward the Confessor.
During the Great Persecution, a number of Christians had, under torture or threat of torture, weakened in their profession of the faith. When the persecutions ceased under Constantine the Great, they desired to be reunited with the Church. It became the practice of these penitents to go to the Confessors, those who had willingly suffered for the faith and survived, to plead their case and effect their restoration to communion. Thus, the word has come to denote any priest who has been granted the authority to hear confessions. This type of confessor may also be referred to as a "spiritual father."
Joseph Fidler "Joe" Walsh (born November 20, 1947) is an American musician, songwriter, record producer, and actor. He has been a member of three commercially successful bands: the James Gang, Barnstorm, and the Eagles. He has also experienced success as a solo artist and prolific session musician, especially with B.B. King and Dan Fogelberg.
A native of Wichita, Kansas, Walsh and his family lived in Columbus, Ohio for a number of years. His mother was a classically trained pianist. When Walsh was twelve years old the family moved to New York City. Later, Walsh moved to Montclair, New Jersey and attended Montclair High School there. While attending Kent State University, he spent time in various bands playing around the Cleveland area, including The Measles. Walsh began a lifelong hobby of amateur ("ham") radio with the callsign WB6ACU while living in New York City.
In January 1968 he replaced Glen Schwartz as lead guitarist for the James Gang, an American power trio. Walsh proved to be the band's star attraction, noted for his innovative rhythm playing and creative guitar riffs. In particular he was known for hot-wiring the pickups on his electric guitars to create his trademark "attack" sound. The James Gang had several minor hits and became an early album-oriented rock staple for the next two years, including James Gang Live at Carnegie Hall. In November, 1971 Walsh left the group and formed the group Barnstorm, although their albums credited Walsh as a solo artist. Walsh and Barnstorm released their debut, the eponymous Barnstorm in 1972. The album was a critical success, but had only moderate sales. The follow-up The Smoker You Drink, the Player You Get (1973) was titled under his own name (although officially a Barnstorm album) and was Walsh's commercial breakthrough. The first single "Rocky Mountain Way" received heavy airplay and reached #23 on the US Top 40 chart. In 1974 Barnstorm disbanded and Walsh continued as a solo artist.
Edward the Confessor, (Old English: Ēadƿeard se Andettere; French: Édouard le Confesseur; 1003–05 to 4 or 5 January 1066), son of Æthelred the Unready and Emma of Normandy, was one of the last Anglo-Saxon kings of England and is usually regarded as the last king of the House of Wessex, ruling from 1042 to 1066.
He has traditionally been seen as unworldly and pious, and his reign as notable for the disintegration of royal power in England and the advance in power of the Godwin family. His biographers, Frank Barlow and Peter Rex, dispute this, picturing him as a successful king, who was energetic, resourceful and sometimes ruthless, but whose reputation has been unfairly tarnished by the Norman conquest shortly after his death. Other historians regard this picture as only partly true, and not at all in the later part of his reign. In the view of Richard Mortimer, the return of the Godwins from exile in 1052 "meant the effective end of his exercise of power". The difference in his level of activity from the earlier part of his reign "implies a withdrawal from affairs".
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It wasn't a calling - it was a second career choice. After being kicked out of the Police Academy, Father Mclintock turns to the priesthood and uses the confessional booth for leads...until his sin ultimately catches up with him!
Crime has no chance against a man of the cloth.
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FROM OTHER WORLDS is a sci-fi comedy about a depressed Brooklyn housewife who sleepwalks through her life until she encounters an alien force in her backyard. With the help of a fellow contactee, an African immigrant, she is determined to solve the mystery of her otherworldly experiences. Along the way, she finds romance, saves the planet and finds new meaning in her life.
Keywords: interracial-relationship
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The Flintstones are at it again. The Flintstones and the Rubbles head for Rock Vegas with Fred hoping to court the lovely Wilma. Nothing will stand in the way of love, except for the conniving Chip Rockefeller who is the playboy born in Baysville but who has made it in the cutthroat town of Rock Vegas. Will Fred win Wilma's love?
Keywords: 1,000,000-b.c., alien, altered-version-of-studio-logo, alternate-history, anachronism, based-on-cartoon, box-office-flop, casino, cave-woman, character-name-in-title
Get ready to rock!
Wilma Slaghoople: [sees Betty sitting alone at a table] Hi Betty. [Betty says nothing] Did I tell you that's a really pretty dress?::Betty O'Shale: [quietly] Thank you.::Wilma Slaghoople: [sits down next to Betty] Betty, you aren't still mad at me, are you?::Betty O'Shale: Mad? Just because you pretended to be poor? And I took you in and I felt sorry for you? [stands up] Why would that make me mad? [walks away]
Fred Flintstone: Your eyes are like two big blue eyes.
Fred Flintstone: Hey, was that an insult?::Gazoo: Well, if the shoe fits...::Barney Rubble: What's a shoe?::Gazoo: Than I guess it *was* an insult.
Fred Flintstone: My name is Fred Flintstone. F-L-I-N...::Barney Rubble: T::Fred Flintstone: Stone
Mick Jagged: You're awfully pretty when you smile, Miss Betty O'Shale.
Gazoo: [after seeing the "Univershell" logo] Did anyone else see those big letters circling the planet?
Colonel Slaghoople: [upon seeing his reflection in the mirror] So, we meet again.
Barney Rubble: [defending Fred to everyone after he's been accused of robbert] Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. Fred couldn't have taken Wilma's necklace. It was locked up in a safe. Fred can't even remember the combination to his bowling locker. It's written right here on his hand, see? [lifts Fred's hand up in the air where the combination is written]::Fred Flintstone: [jerks away] Great, Barn. Now everyone's seen it.::Barney Rubble: Crack open a safe? He couldn't crack his own knuckles without my help. [laughs]::Chip Rockefeller: Thank you, Mr. Rubble, for admitting to being Mr. Flintstone's accomplice.::Barney Rubble: You're welcome! [pauses and realizes] What?::Chip Rockefeller: Take them both to jail!
Nobody gets off that easy
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Stephen Dedalus is a young man growing up in Ireland in the early part of the 20th century. His search for knowledge and undestanding, and the decline of his family's circumstances, lead him to revelations on the nature of art and politics. His personal renaissance makes him feel unwelcome in his own nation, and forces him to decide whether to leave and accept exile, or to stay and fight.
Keywords: based-on-novel, independent-film, ireland
Stephen Dedalus: You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve in that which I no longer believe whether it call itself my home, my fatherland or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use-silence, exile, and cunning.
Stephen Dedalus: When the soul of man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.
Stephen Dedalus: Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
Down in your dumps
All you see is your junk
Spilling out over the rim
Shit flowing filled with sin
Wig stand, perched up with your cross to bear
Wig stand, an empty shell topped with hair
Feeling sick about your life
And the food that gets you high
Another bite at the hand that feeds
Off the plate that fills your needs
Wig stand, perched up with your cross to bear
Wig stand, an empty shell topped with hair
Did you, see this end
Such a price to pay
Waste your life away now
Let's count the layers then
Then multiply by ten
A cross section of prayers
And erase all the sin
Strata of Fear, laminate my life
Strata of Fear, sharpen well the knife
Drop a penny through
Collect a sample on the face
Count the lines, count the rings
The slide is upon the stage
Strata of Fear, laminate my life
Strata of Fear, sharpen well the knife
All you staring from earth
Are you real sure
All you staring from earth
Up here lies the cure
There was something you wanted
It was really a blessing for you
How could you believe that
That dream was to come true
That's so unlike you
The downside is, you're full of fear
The stars were in line that day
Gods were watching you
You thought that it was your time
There was nothing you couldn't do
That's so unlike you
The downside is, you're full of fear
Must be hard, to go on
Light will shine, Fade away
Must be hard, to go on, Fade away
Seems for you it's no joke, there's no hope
The downside is, you're full of fear
Hibernation
Tucked Away inside this cold place
Walls begin to close, but I'm still safe
Safe from the unknown sins out there
Live each day alone and scared
Hibernation season
Hibernation season
Curled up in a ball of yarn
My mind's unraveled and soul is torn,
But I'm still safe
Safe from the unknown sins out there
Live each day alone and scared
Hibernation season
Hibernation season
Days I waste away
Dreading more, the next day
Retreat back, into my shell
Feel the pain, of living hell
Life, here I go
In the recent years, all I've seen is fear
Now the time is come for me
I’ve seen a thousand years
Pass before the eyes
The docket has been lost
As time slips slowly by
Oh here I come
To see the light of day
No, I can’t face the day
I don’t want to see myself
Die in so much pain
Youth eternally
Let me be young again
Oh here I come
To see the light of day
No, I can’t face the day
Can’t you see, you must
You must find the answer in me
Your youth lies not in the flesh
Eternal life comes after your death
So find your eternal life
I’ve come to show you how
Can’t you see, oh, can’t you see
The time has come, the time is now
Can’t you see, you must
You must find the answer in me
Your youth lies not in the flesh
Eternal life comes after your death
So find your eternal life
I’ve come to show you how
Can’t you see, oh, can’t you see
The time has come, the time is now
Now I see what I’ve been after
Eternal life
The secret is death
Eternal life
seems like nothings clear to me
I cant find my mind to pacify
countless millions dying alone
countless millions dying
alone with no signs of sadness, alone
nobody sees the pain
countless millions cry
attempting mass suicide
dying for help I hear their screams
to end their frantic dream
What a useless waste of time
Trying to perceive you
The ignorance of your wants
Claws the anguished dying soul
The pinnacle was surpassed
But you perceive another’s grasp
Dedicated to nothing
And disregarding the merit one
Unleash your deadly message
To the imbecile of your dreams
And kill off a confiding swash
That dies slowly from your means
So defraud all you want
‘Cause I abhor you like the world
confronted with illusions
of twisted untold dreams
a fragment piece of none
falls slowly into place
collapse into despair
who will you find there
collapse into despair
i, i´ve endured in doubt
rapture´s just a dream
to placate my mind
i must placate my soul
sorrow is all i feel today
Tomorrow is just another day
Darkness confronting all my dreams
Blueprint Soul
Blueprint Soul My blueprint soul
Photographs of my ears
Generation will know
Millions revered
Now I see, all the things from my kindness career
I've retired skin away, my poor heart
Map out all my frugal charts,
Map my frugal charts
My blueprint soul
Photographs of my ears
Generation will know
Millions revered
A section has been torn, it's been
Studied and forlorn
Specimen not to clone, but one that
Stands all alone
It stands all-alone
Healing must now begin, a new life to start here in
My blueprint soul
Pack up and leave everyday
I plant the seed to rip the roots away
And I believe every word you say calls the thunder
and spooks off the pain
And through the windows in the chapel
Is laying in the morning light
Every wick and every candle
Is laying in the morning
I'm here with your dress at night
I confess
At the hem of your dress
I confess
To spook off the pain
Is when I always catch you laughing
At the cusp of everyday
Is when I always catch you grinning
joining me in your search of peace
the latest findings in your quest for
pain
you reach, i resist, i forgive , you
condemned
your expressions to condemned
condemned is everyone´s belief
if not the same as yours
fantastic views of reality
seduction of your burning mind
you reach, i resist, i forgive, you condemned
your expressions to condemned
difference of oppinions
my way is not like yours
difference of oppinions
blinded by your hate
lunacy strikes again
lethargic is your mind
controlled by guarded time
endless thoughts reborn
vitim wastes the night
the fate has now been torn
the sacred cherished right
you're lying there dormant
the end is in sight
disfigure yourself
the end of your life
fixation growing near
the culprit hears your cry
you cower at your life
prepare yourself to die
inhale the winds of doom
prepare yourself to die
tear and torture, your believers
fall to passion for recognition
fall you bastard, to anothers ho
fake, false laughter
face the first friend
submit, sanity
taught to tease them
follow me all the way
your dues will soon be paid
conjure up a prayer
the unholy oppress the harmony
of the eternal blessedness
trough the rejection of the prophets
lend to trust transparency
the invicible one deludes reality
by the missionaries of sin
who evict virtue for fame
judgement of the marionettes
is decided on the goodness
determind by the divine
is your eternal suffering
suffer
suppress the righteous truth
impractical reasoning
blinds all those engulfed
in this prevariance
doleful dogma doubted by doom
jesters join with jaundice
progenitors profile the path
for flustered fools to figure
today I lost my will to live
it simply spilled out on to the floor
next to the pile of broken dreams
I didn't notice till I saw the stain
I didn't feel it trickle out of my soul
(because I feel nothing)
pain had been my dearest friend
it was always there for me
when my dreams crumbled
now I'm left in this
horrible sea of numbness
without any hope
there is no need for pain
so, now I have nothing
born to live
in your state of confusion
life´s only illusion
visionary dreams of logic
penetrates the unconscioness
unproductivness, worthlessness
encumbered by your massive guilt
trapped inside the cell you´ve built
trails of torment inscribe your soul
darkness calls upon the weary soul
visionary dreams of logic
penetrates the unconscioness
uncontrolled contemplation
too senseless to see the logic
uncontrolled, uncontrolled
uncontrolled
i´ve found a life that´s real
a hole in my heart to fill
freed from all useless dreams
Oh why are you doing this to me
Oh why does my life seem incomplete
Rain falls as I dye
Waste away in death
I waste myself away in life
Oh why are you doing this to me
Oh why does my life seem incomplete
Shame falls as I cry
Kick myself to death
I kicked myself enough to die
I believe, I can't see
I believe, I will keep
All my dreams, mind is free
All I need
Until tomorrow
I'll feel no pain
Until Tomorrow
I'll fade away
Oh why are you doing this to me
Oh why does my life seem incomplete
Too soon you have gone
Too late we have come
To accept what we lost
To reject what you won
Cross the bar, oh my friend
Cross the bar, to your end
The dreams they recur
The reality stays sound
The life that was lost
The death that was found
Cross the bar, oh my friend
Cross the bar, to your end
Handful of years
A pinch in time
You left us here
We sent you there
Everyday we remember
We hate what, what he took
Cross the bar, oh my friend
Oh why are you doing this to me
Oh why does my life seem incomplete
Rain falls as I dye
Waste away in death
I waste myself away in life
Oh why are you doing this to me
Oh why does my life seem incomplete
Shame falls as I cry
Kick myself to death
I kicked myself enough to die
I believe, I can't see
I believe, I will keep
All my dreams, mind is free
All I need
Until tomorrow
I'll feel no pain
Until Tomorrow
I'll fade away
Oh why are you doing this to me
Oh why does my life seem incomplete
I believe
We Are in - Sour Times
We Are in - Sour Times
The hole is open and the maggots call me in
So easy to give up and dive in
But the tide will lead me to my bridge
With the answer I know, with the
Answer I Know to jump in
Sour times is soaking up my soul
Closer to the edge of that hole
Sour times
The're many wars to fight, way past
The front lines
Behind the scene there's much to hide
Ghosts from the past, wrap their
Sheets on my mind
Friendship and sin, which have died
Sour times is soaking up my soul
Closer to the edge of that hole
Sour times is soaking up my soul
All hope is gone I'm Loosing control
a constellation of dreams
crumble to this foundation
on which we base them
every day, a rejected day
confidence is dimming
setting the mood to darkness
hesitating a sense of hope
it may lead to hopelessness
to exhibit any faith
it may impede any faith
therefore not to expect
secures no disappointment
the pain of rejection
dwells in the present
never to forger yesterday
(always wonder about tomorrow)
what´s the deciding factor
the hinderance of thought
and dashed hopes of repute
hanging compulsion
leaves a grievous view
a malignant outlock
grows darker everyday
another consumption of pain
another leaven of dismay
glutton for relief
disorderly you find
perishment is choice
than a wretched life
insufferable intake
ejected from fortune
harbor one last dream
conclude your existance
abuse the essence
that´s sordid from pain
relinquish the mind
that bellows with shame
accomplish your dream
indulge the demise
detect your salvation