Erie Zoo Grivet Monkey
Emmanuel Grivet Imposturas (1).3gp
Dance Roads Open Process. Work in progress. Emmanuel Grivet
Entretien : L'ACPR envoie "un message pour la profession" selon Jérôme Grivet
GLÓRIA 158 & Iuri Grivet - Hoochie Coochie Man - Muddy Waters cover
rallye gatinais 2012 Grivet/Blondet
Emmanuel Grivet Imposturas (0).3gp
Stinker the baby Grivet Monkey won't let Elvis the baby baboon sleep!
Grivet Pierre - Blondet Coralie Rallye d'Orthez 2013 ES Lanneplaa 2
서울대공원 동물원 - 새끼 사바나 원숭이 ( Cute Baby Grivet Monkey )
Rhoda SCOTT et LIonel GRIVET
Eroica_Daniele Fissore_contributo video di Luca Grivet Brancot
"La cosa giusta" the backstage by Luca Grivet Brancot
GLORIA 158 & Iuri Grivet - Roadhouse Blues THE DOORS Cover
Plot
Set in the lower echelons of 1860s Paris, Therese Raquin, a sexually repressed beautiful young woman, is trapped into a loveless marriage to her sickly cousin, Camille, by her domineering aunt, Madame Raquin. Therese spends her days confined behind the counter of a small shop and her evenings watching Madame play dominoes with an eclectic group. After she meets her husband's alluring friend, Laurent, she embarks on an illicit affair that leads to tragic consequences.
Keywords: based-on-novel, based-on-play, character-name-in-title, erotica, foreign-language-adaptation
Plot
Therese has a boring life. She married Camille, her cousin, a sickly haberdasher, fully dominated by his mother (who lives with them). She dreams about passion. One day comes a truckdriver, Laurent... and of course they fall in love. But they will be pursued by fate.
Keywords: 1950s, adultery, based-on-novel, blackmail, character-name-in-title, cheating-wife, cousin-cousin-relationship, crossing-street, death-of-husband, death-of-son
Erie Zoo Grivet Monkey
Emmanuel Grivet Imposturas (1).3gp
Dance Roads Open Process. Work in progress. Emmanuel Grivet
Entretien : L'ACPR envoie "un message pour la profession" selon Jérôme Grivet
GLÓRIA 158 & Iuri Grivet - Hoochie Coochie Man - Muddy Waters cover
rallye gatinais 2012 Grivet/Blondet
Emmanuel Grivet Imposturas (0).3gp
Stinker the baby Grivet Monkey won't let Elvis the baby baboon sleep!
Grivet Pierre - Blondet Coralie Rallye d'Orthez 2013 ES Lanneplaa 2
서울대공원 동물원 - 새끼 사바나 원숭이 ( Cute Baby Grivet Monkey )
Rhoda SCOTT et LIonel GRIVET
Eroica_Daniele Fissore_contributo video di Luca Grivet Brancot
"La cosa giusta" the backstage by Luca Grivet Brancot
GLORIA 158 & Iuri Grivet - Roadhouse Blues THE DOORS Cover
SAUT EN SURF GRIVET BRUNO 1997 VAL THORENS
მწვანე ანთარი/Grivet eating
Mathilde Toussaint Trio avec Luc Plouton & Lionel Grivet à Art'Pêche vendredi 25 avril 2014-3
Grivet Electric - Tempe, AZ
"Enfocant l'Estruch" (IES Vallès): Compagnie Emmanuel Grivet
Henry Grivet 459 - 1/2
Henry Grivet 459 - 2/2
Pierre Grivet - Coralie Blondet - Gatinais 2012 es 10.
GLORIA 158 & Iuri Grivet - Your mind is on vacation (Buddy Guy cover)
The grivet (Chlorocebus aethiops) is an Old World monkey with long white tufts of hair along the sides of the face. Some authorities consider this and all of the members of the genus Chlorocebus to be a single species, Cercopithecus aethiops. As here defined, the grivet is restricted to Ethiopia, Sudan, Djibouti and Eritrea. In the southern part of its range it comes into contact with the closely related vervet monkey (C. pygerythrus) and Bale Mountains vervet (C. djamdjamensis).Hybridization between them is possible, and may present a threat to the vulnerable Bale Mountains Vervet. Unlike that species, the grivet is common and rated as Least Concern by the IUCN.
The grivet's facial skin, hands, and feet are black. The face has a white line above the eyes. It has long white whiskers on the cheeks. The fur on the back has an olive color while the front is white fur. The skin on the stomach has a blue tint. The fur has a bristly feel. The approximate head and body length for males is 49 cm (19 in) for males 42.6 cm (16.8 in) for females. The length of the tail for males is approximately 30–50 cm (12–20 in). The body mass ranges from 3.4 to 8.0 kg (7.5 to 18 lb) with females at the smaller end of the scale.
McKinley Morganfield (April 4, 1913 – April 30, 1983), known as Muddy Waters, was an American blues musician, generally considered the "father of modern Chicago blues". He was a major inspiration for the British blues explosion in the 1960s, and was ranked No. 17 in Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time.
Although in his later years Muddy usually said that he was born in Rolling Fork, Mississippi, in 1915, he was actually born at Jug's Corner in neighboring Issaquena County, Mississippi, in 1913. Recent research has uncovered documentation showing that in the 1930s and 1940s he reported his birth year as 1913 on both his marriage license and musicians' union card. A 1955 interview in the Chicago Defender is the earliest claim of 1915 as his year of birth, which he continued to use in interviews from that point onward. The 1920 census lists him as five years old as of March 6, 1920, suggesting that his birth year may have been 1914. The Social Security Death Index, relying on the Social Security card application submitted after his move to Chicago in the mid 1940s, lists him as being born April 4, 1915. Muddy's gravestone lists his birth year as 1915.
Rhoda Scott (b. July 3, 1938, Dorothy, New Jersey) is an African-American hard bop and soul jazz organist.
The daughter of an AME minister, Scott spent much of her childhood in New Jersey, where she learned to play organ in the churches where her father served. Soon she herself was serving frequently as organist for youth and gospel choirs at her father's and other churches. Scott later studied classical piano, but she concentrated on the organ, eventually earning a Masters' degree in music theory from the Manhattan School of Music.[citation needed]
By this time she had been asked by a choir member to fill in with a small band as a jazz pianist. Enjoying the music, she agreed to stay on with the band on condition that she be allowed to play organ instead of piano. Choosing as her instrument the Hammond Organ, she soon became a preeminent jazz musician and is considered by many to be the top female jazz organist.[citation needed]
Scott was first attracted to the organ in her father’s church at age seven. "It's really the most beautiful instrument in the world," she stated in a recent interview. "The first thing I did was take my shoes off and work the pedals." From then on she always played her church organ in her bare feet, and to this date she has continued the practice, earning her nicknames such as "The Barefoot Lady" and "The Barefoot Contessa".[citation needed]
George "Buddy" Guy (born July 30, 1936) is an American blues guitarist and singer. Critically acclaimed, he is a pioneer of the Chicago blues sound and has served as an influence to some of the most notable musicians of his generation. "A key influence on Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix and Stevie Ray Vaughan, Buddy Guy put the Louisiana hurricane in 1960s electric Chicago blues as a member of Muddy Waters' band and as a house guitarist at Chess Records. A native of the Baton Rouge area, he combined a blazing modernism with a fierce grip on his roots, playing frantic leads heavy with swampy funk on Howlin' Wolf's 'Killing Floor' and Koko Taylor's 'Wang Dang Doodle' as well as on his own Chess sides and the fine series of records he made with harp man Junior Wells. One of the last active connections to the golden age of Chess, Guy still plays with his original fire."
Ranked thirtieth in Rolling Stone magazine's list of the "100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time", Guy is known for his showmanship on stage: playing his guitar with drumsticks or strolling into the audience while playing solos. His song "Stone Crazy" was ranked seventy-eighth in list of the 100 Greatest Guitar Songs of All Time also of Rolling Stone.
In the gleaming nightfall we can watch the light retreat.
Its rays slither eastward, like snakes along the grass,
As it leaves us to ourselves.
Woods of tall trees
Old, deformed and barren - obscuring the sun -
Red and tired
From working its way up from life giver
To massive hydrogen bomb
We can't see the sun,
But we can see the god rays surrounding the trees
And brief dim flickers of light shining through them.
These are rays from a god that is long dead.
It's our final night in this place.
There is no tomorrow.
Hear! All sons of Chaos prepare!
Destroy the false divine and its presence here!
Harlequins of the cosmos: Back to the dead!
Straight into oblivion, full speed ahead!
Forward, and demonspeed.
This is the Ultimate Death.
Legion of the Black Light, prepare!
Destroy the false divine!
Destroy the life!
Incite world wide disorder: life-worshipers' disharmony.
Straight into oblivion, full speed ahead!
Forward, and demonspeed.
Do you feel the foul stench in the air?
Like corpses left to rot in the sun
Nearly dead parasites trying desperately to survive
Fire, floods, devastation, murder, rape, obliteration, revolution, hate.
Hell, heaven, collision. Beautiful diseases.
You deserve all my praise, for I have seen the wornderful ways You erase!
All deaths come as such release...
Kill anything. Kill everything!
Blood carved into the white light,
The eleven raze the earth in a raging blaze.
Death to the universe!
As for you, Tetragammaton: I curse you!
I curse his creation, as ecstacy is a lie,
And lies may only be true in Chaos.
Death to planet earth.
Human scums infect your mind.
Sodomize the earth and let your hatred be your guide!
There is nothing more to see, nothing worthy your beliefs.
Terrorize their world and see their hierarchy fall down!
Co-operate with all Satanic forces of the world!
Death to planet earth!
Blood stained whores!
Beings of our works: make dreams reality!
Crush the unpure race of god!
Death to planet earth!
Assault those whores! - Fall down on the ground!
Rape their minds!
Wrathful forces unleash themselves via disturbances through the cosmos.
Darkness absorbing stars.
Kliffotic elements defiling life.
Uex and madness switch the essence of happiness.
The essence of the human mind is now contaminated.
The eleven gods then follow - mocking, destroying, annihilating.
The twelve are distinguishing, as the serpent splay it's oriface.
The seven returns to zero, as the cosmic turbulence fades.
Spirits are burning in black flames - souls of false matter abolishes into nothing.
Weakling gods of cosmic ways devoured by forgotten malignity.
Do you live your life in god's filth?
Do you live according to Him?
Do the codes of man please you?
Or do you lead a life in "sin"?
Do you find pleasure in the rising sun?
Or do you curse the day it all begun?
Do you understand humanitarian ways?
Or do you feel the urge to destroy?
Do you feel like you are home?
Or are you only a visitor?
Do you look to the stars filled with awe?
Or do you will to ascend above?
Do you wish to be loved?
Do you care?
Or does your hatred feed your strength?
Do the cosmic laws apply to you?
Hail the ways that lead beyond the mysteries.
Hail the key of disrespect.
Hail the key that unlocks the inner flame disguised as hate.
Firstborn out of Hell
Fuck the universe.
Its drowning in it's own blood.
Leave it here to die.
Hail the key, Misanthropy.
Hail the ways that lead beyond the worldly.
Hail the key of sacrifice.
Hail the never-ending source of negativity.
Unholy chalice for kings.
Hail the ways that lead beyond the cosmos.
Hail the gate of Leviathan.
The see the world be greeted by The Origin already dwelling in black hearts.
Hail the silent gift of total death, which is the final rest.
When souls revel in the void.
When YHVH had his defeat.
Fuck the universe.
Its drowning in it's own blood.
Leave it here to die.
Hail the key, Misanthropy.
Oh, the glorious darkness that has come to us now when the hated light is extinguished forever.
Hate
...the clouds, the rain, the air that lets life-forms breathe.
...the land, the sea, the places where the humans breed.
...the skyline, the zenith, where the sun rises, travels, and sets.
...the homes, the lands, the places of shelter for man.
Back to your past, human.
All dust.
All hail xenophobia.
Hate
...their hands, their claws, longing to spread disease.
...theirs minds, their flesh, asking to be abused.
...their laws, their gods, basic and weak in their essence.
...their fiends, their fears, so small and oh so trivial.
Back to you past, humans.
Once you can see
The sun rise from the earth
Direction to the sky
And once you can feel
Rain fall down on your skin
Once you have skin
(in pain....in blood.....)
In what you have blessed
(in blood.....)
What you have is eternal
You have the pain in my
In my....world
Pain of the memories, of the ruthless world
Which once were in the hidden order
War soldiers run remembering the war
The feeling as if cold, jagged steel was carving your flesh
The knowledge of order, chaos and all in between
The awareness of a cold world in which no one breathes
And with yearn
The loneliness of a universe of unlimited creatures
The undiscriminating hate, the curse of being a god
The melancholy of ghosts haunting wherever we go
We are their castles
The phantoms of other times finding it's ways through the mist
The useless excellence of a world without soul, without hope
The violent, ghastly storms of rage
We are messengers
Of future times to die
We will show you the way
And you need to follow us
This is the dawn of your race
And the dusk of your enemies
For they will need to be killed
Killed...killed...killed...killed
Killed forever in eternity
We rage forever in eternity
Deepest cold to ever grace the land of planet earth, purest cleansing Hellfire to burn the mark of hell (upon man).
Hear my call!!
Deepest trace to ever possess minds of man, purest noxious water to wipe out hordes and tribes.
Ugliest work of art and violence ever seen by motal men.
Prepare for total soul rape!
Ugliest work of death and horror ever seen by men.
I am a destroyer, a channel of satanic wrath.
My brothers are me, and I am them.
I stick thorns in the planet's side.
Planet of pestilence, refuge for the weak.
Kneel before satanic might!
With dishonor - there is only one way out.
Why do you take pride in being the dirt on the face of a planet
Which is a dirty rock in a filthy universe?
It makes no fucking sense.
God of banality: YHVH; refuge for the needy.
Even he trembles when facing Him: God of genius, of destiny and might.
I'll go past the light and all the lies!
I hate the unsightliness of creation.
Burn our earth to waste, scourge
Monstrous nuclear waste
Cancerous diseases and nuclear bliss
Mother nature's creatures entwined and sick
Oh, you darkened waste
Make our earth unhealthy
Scourge the soil of god
Your radiation of immense power
Amidst the desert of humanity sits a man on the floor of
a sickly lit room. Beneath his feet are pools of blood
leaving the corporal shade. His mind is a neutron star.
In his mind the walls are birthing thorns. Leaving the
corporal shade. To pierce and break his troubled corpse.
There is laughing in the distance. This is life? Amidst
the desert of humanity, in a pool of blood, leaving the
On the issue of whether to live by their two-faced norms: if you are proud, if you are strong, there must be just as strong contention. Succumb to sin. Your concern is yours alone. Work hard to earn your Mark of Cain, then wear it like a badge of honour. God's got nothing on you anyway. Your idols are amorality, untamed mind and chasmic reason. Transgressions get things done, and you are infinitely greater for it. Morality is significant like sound in vacuum. Be proud to wear your Mark of Cain. Wear it like a badge of honour. God's got nothing on you anyway.
Tentacles extend from an unconscious hub within his inner hell.
It screams and haunts. It beats its drums.
Come resonance of doom!
It beats its kettledrums.
Creates confusion in the wake of its waves.
Creating horror in the wake of its waves.
I have only one last wish before my time comes to an end.
Something I have craved for far too long:
To ease my hunger.
I want to commit murder!
Knowing you exist makes me sick.
I want to tie you down. I want to carve you.
I want to see the image of death through your teary,
Blank eyes.
I want to commit murder!
My mind screams to me like a black metal record in dissonant accord.
My mind sings to me murder songs, into passionate frenzy.
I want to dig your grave.
I want to collect your shadow.
I want to terminate your body.
I hate to admit it: I sometimes feel affinity, but it
makes me feel irradiated like my insides are boiling. It
turns inside out. You sleep, you eat, in a pompous cycle
of whatever. You fucking drones! It's all just a big
hive. This is all your own fault. I gave you enough
chances and you didn't seize a single one. Omnicide by
235! We're all going to die, so let's just keep the ball
An abyss with a serpent soul; I am weary, drained, a black hole.
Enraged in infinite dimensions.
Through billions of years of evolution, from the hands of a tainted lord, we leapt from void to animal to god with extravagant futility.
An abyss with a serpent soul: weary, drained, a black hole.
Awakened in a world of triviality.
Nothing's what it could never be.
Our minds tend to wander and lose themselves in agony.
Born in the last place were we'd ever hoped to be.
Lost in hell we are dreaming of places out of reach; of worlds unharmed by humankind's reality.
Is there no way for our souls to be free?
Like a sign of pressing urgency, the ground below our feet surrenders.
The air slowly suffocates our lungs.
The sky is caving in.
Fight, die for the chance to be free of the warden of the world's decree.
With a rose in her hand and a candle on her chest
She put her head on my head and with teary eyes she said:
Precious time we have together
With a stone in my heart I looked up and she was gone.
And it makes me stronger, makes me wiser
It makes me stronger, makes me wiser
Meet me at the gates my love down by the lock tonight
In a sequins dress she said everything will be alright
Well sir this time we have together
With a stone in my heart I looked up and she was gone
And it makes me stronger, makes me wiser
It makes me stronger, makes me wiser
With a rose in her hand and a candle on her chest
She put her head on my head and with teary eyes she said:
Sometimes lord, It's hard not to lay down
With a fire in my heart, I stood up and I am strong.
And it makes me stronger, makes me wiser
It makes me stronger, makes me wiser
[Verse 1]Remember Me, Remember Me when you are down
Float me on air and lift me up from off the ground
Oh baby, I feel lazy
So lie here in my arms tonight
Would you deny, a poor mans cry, a poor mans cry
[Chorus]Just when I'm finding it hard to breath you lift the weight inside of me
Oh baby I see the light thats burning bright and we're the stars
Oh Anne, you save me from the world
Oh Anne, you save me from the world
[Verse 2]My heads alive, my heads alive, can't get no peace
Your my escape from this heartache I need relief
Oh baby, This worlds crazy so lie here in my arms tonight
You can't deny, a poor mans cry, a poor mans cry
[Chorus]Just when I'm finding it hard to breath, you lift the weight inside of me
Oh baby I see the light, thats burning bright, and we're the stars
Oh Anne you save me from the world
Oh Anne you save me from the world
(break)
Stars please shine for me tonight tonight
Stars please shine for me tonight tonight
[Chorus]Just when I'm finding it hard to breath, you lift the weight inside of me
Oh baby I see the light, thats burning bright, and we're the stars
Just when I'm finding it hard to breath, you lift the weight inside of me
Oh baby I see the light, thats burning bright, and we're the stars
Oh Anne you save me from the world