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Walter Elias "Walt" Disney (December 5, 1901 – December 15, 1966) was an American film producer, director, screenwriter, voice actor, animator, entrepreneur, entertainer, international icon, and philanthropist, well known for his influence in the field of entertainment during the 20th century. Along with his brother Roy O. Disney, he was co-founder of Walt Disney Productions, which later became one of the best-known motion picture producers in the world. The corporation is now known as The Walt Disney Company and had an annual revenue of approximately US$36 billion in the 2010 financial year.
Disney is particularly noted as a film producer and a popular showman, as well as an innovator in animation and theme park design. He and his staff created some of the world's most well-known fictional characters including Mickey Mouse, for whom Disney himself provided the original voice. During his lifetime he received four honorary Academy Awards and won 22 Academy Awards from a total of 59 nominations, including a record four in one year, giving him more awards and nominations than any other individual in history. Disney also won seven Emmy Awards and gave his name to the Disneyland and Walt Disney World Resort theme parks in the U.S., as well as the international resorts Tokyo Disney Resort, Disneyland Paris, and Hong Kong Disneyland.
Sherlock Holmes ( /ˈʃɜrlɒk ˈhoʊmz/) is a fictional detective created by Scottish author and physician Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The fantastic London-based "consulting detective", Holmes is famous for his astute logical reasoning, his ability to adopt almost any disguise, and his use of forensic science skills to solve difficult cases.
Holmes, who first appeared in publication in 1887, was featured in four novels and 56 short stories. The first novel, A Study in Scarlet, appeared in Beeton's Christmas Annual in 1887 and the second, The Sign of the Four, in Lippincott's Monthly Magazine in 1890. The character grew tremendously in popularity with the first series of short stories in Strand Magazine, beginning with A Scandal in Bohemia in 1891; further series of short stories and two novels published in serial form appeared between then and 1927. The stories cover a period from around 1880 up to 1914.
All but four stories are narrated by Holmes's friend and biographer, Dr. John H. Watson; two are narrated by Holmes himself ("The Blanched Soldier" and "The Lion's Mane") and two others are written in the third person ("The Mazarin Stone" and "His Last Bow"). In two stories ("The Musgrave Ritual" and "The Gloria Scott"), Holmes tells Watson the main story from his memories, while Watson becomes the narrator of the frame story. The first and fourth novels, A Study in Scarlet and The Valley of Fear, each include a long interval of omniscient narration recounting events unknown to either Holmes or Watson.
Will Stratton (born 1987) is an American singer-songwriter and composer.
Will was born in northern California, but raised primarily in New Jersey. He began taking piano lessons at the age of 4. He spent one year at University of Puget Sound studying philosophy, before finishing college at Bennington College, where he switched his studies to music composition. While at Bennington, Stratton took classes from composer Allen Shawn, which led him to compose his first pieces for other ensembles than a standard string quartet. Stratton has incorporated projects from his course work at Bennington into his albums, including a set of ten piano preludes composed for a second course taught by Shawn. He is 23 years old and currently lives in Brooklyn, New York.
His first album, What the Night Said, was recorded in 2005, the summer after he graduated from high school, and was subsequently released in 2007. It featured a guest appearance by Sufjan Stevens on oboe, and received wide critical praise.
His second album, titled No Wonder, featured the vocal work of Essie Jain, among others, and was released on November 3, 2009. No Wonder was co-produced and mixed by Kieran Kelly at The Buddy Project Studio in Astoria, Queens NY. While the album never saw national distribution, No Wonder's title track was the NPR Song of the Day on March 26, 2010.
The going rate on seduction must be a dime a dozen
So don't get your hopes up
This life's a contradiction,
a typecast for hypocrisies,
but you run the miles away on to sell yourself short
And i am the one who dreams of you
I dream of you as a concubine
Taste the salt from your worthless tears
I felt your heart beat for one last time
and i let go forever
And I am the one who dreams of you
I dream of you
I still dream of you
Sirens fade from silence
this is were the story ends
In a dream of truth, they'll never find you
Yellow tape, empty chalklines,
that's all she wrote
Head first through a noose,
I'd shed a tear for you,
but you're not even here
I scream your name for one last time
Can you here me now?
Can you feel me now?
But i must move on to find
reason for years of weakening disaster
So wait for passion, but tell me,
do you fear for heartache?
There's no hope left for solace
I know, I know so let go
This blackout begins to define this sorry moment
So wait for passion, but tell me,
do you fear for heartache?
I let go of everything I loved
From all the bridge drops,
I leave her crimson tide
There's no hope left for solace
I know, I know so i let go
This blackout begins
How many times?
How many times should I stab you in the face?
How long will shame instill suffering?
"But it won't happen again" she says, lying through her teeth.
Rotting at the mouth she prays for tragedy, With your hands tied around your back.
You drown in your own blood.
You choke on dependence.
You were always powerless.
Erase your self-worth.
This time her blood will spill.
This time I won't stand still.
Last call for decadence.
She's already gone.
My eyes will bleed from what I've seen.
Thorns enter through belief and the covering, but your downfall is inevitable.
Cry out for help textbook battered wife, but she says she's sorry, but it'll happen again.
Spread your legs for revenge.
How does it feel?
Does it feel good?
Does it feel like success?
You kiss the knife that slits your wrist.
You long for love that doesn't exist.
Thorns enter through belief and the covering, but your downfall is inevitable.
Murder, question for the hour
Should she paint the town red again?
Such an act of compassion,
such a waste of life
She awakes her smile with the keys in her hand
Pretty facial mod with the tire marks in his skin
He'll wait to forgive you
He'll lose this time and never win
Like clockwork, oh how the tables have turned
This tragic play of cards you've been dealt
Fall in love, lose your life
Back and forth again, it's suicide
Love is suicide, it's freedoms child
She couldn't bear the pain
Broken skies beyond the diagnosed,
fade the sun to black and wait for the ghost.
Love is suicide, it's freedom's child
She couldn't bear the pain
No sense to beg for mercy
No sense to reconcile now
Persisting beyond maladaptive disorder
Stitching the mouth shut spitting disposition
Spineless is the brace of weakness
Masking contortion behind walls of indigence
Perish in your guilt
Let go of benediction
Hang from the branch of truth
Time runs thin for redemption
The air reeks of betrayal
So i hold my breath
You pushed too far
There's nothing left
Backstabbing your way to the bottom of denial
There is no forgiveness left
within my sorrow
The air reeks of betrayal
so i hold my breath
In this our we devour all our fears
Nothing you say is real
Denial is passion for the weakminded fool
that insulates reality
a far call for hallucinations and household stereotypes
This one rocks them all
This is when angels fail
Slice the lips and never kiss again
Watch the tides take me away
If only Jesus could repay
If only revenge was sacred
Still I won't sulk in silent strife,
I'm not your saint
Still I'll slice your lips every night
just to taste your blood
To forget fade your eyelids shut
Nail your hands to the cross with love
I will have your end tonight
I will finally win
You won't forget me, not after this
I'm here to make you pay
Without a soul I take your life forever
Hollowed-bodied skin textured
vacuum of innocence
I couldn't stop her from killing herself
Everytime that i see her face
it takes me away
Everytime that I open my eyes
I see her crying, I see her dying
Fake that smile for one more kiss of the death you spread
Face the lies 'cause tonight's your night to realize
Happiness, i heard, is a heart attack for you'd
better check your vital signs.
At any moment, the incisive will recognize defeat like perfection, bleeding fever, holy season of reckoning
You twist the knife
and you like to pretend when you cry it's all right
Well it's all right
The lies you cannot hide
We'll meet again and again at the fault line
We'll meet again at the fault line
You were the first one to stop my heart
You'll be the last one to hold me back
Expect the worse.
You deserve nothing but
another prayer, another tragedy
Happiness, i heard, is a heart attack for you'd
better check your vital signs.
Another prayer, another tragedy
The tears will fall like rain tonight
under a bloody moonlight
and a bleeding sky
Vomit paints the picture, losing flesh in a missing moment.
Eating locusts, asleep for days.
Silver splendor burns the memory.
Let the blood from our vein run dry all night.
Carry the soul that signifies your heart through mine.
Murder awakes the child.
Cancer whore of manipulation, stab wound mistress plays the travesty.
Let the blood from our vein run dry all night.
Carry the soul that signifies your heart through mine.
And it signifies your heart and it signifies your arms broken, bathing in sin.
Open dissection, removing skin.
I have nothing with you.
You're just nothing.
I'm sorry you did this to yourself and I'm sorry you failed again.
It's time to reverse the aim of this barrel, to forget I'm punctured forever.
The purity died and so will I so cough your lungs out cancer.
Let the blood from our vein run dry all night.
Carry the soul that signifies your heart through mine.
I'll wait for the answers someone else has given you.
I'll wait for days
I failed my heart for way too long.
I've fallen apart, but thats over now
Those who disrespected me, tread upon broken glass and they will not last
I gave everything i had just to be here.
Their words don't mean shit
And life's not fair
So wait for days all alone with the false idea of truth
Pray for the empty walls you build around your hope
This is my last request to you before it's too late
Cherish the time you've been given too look forward
Go ahead, lie to my face, but just for today.
I remember everything.
I failed my heart for way too long.
I've fallen apart, but that's over now.
It's time to set this straight.
We won't turn back now.
You turned your back on me
Call out for friends you don't have.
We won't turn back now.
You turned your back on me.
I smell your fear, filled with reject.
As a last resort, today I watch you die.
Walk the line as the fade.
The immaculate deception, as you dwell for years.
Parasite with credulous eyes, but your lost something more.
Redemption is born denying the trusted.
Savor the time serial killin'.
Off seconds to a magic misery.
Forget this passage, forget the sorrow.
I've gone and done it again.
Across the pathways of premonition, a cyanide romance called disbelief.
You keep searching.
I'll keep searching for a remedy to light the way.
I'll keep my head held high.
Am I just a fool to trust in you?
The immaculate deception, you're just a fraud.
Parasite with credulous eyes.
Today I watch you die.
Slash the heart and spread the light.
Open rib cage watchin' you die.
I found nothing.
I have gone and done it again.
Scream aloud dismembered friend.
Open rib cage watchin' you die.
I found nothing.
Cut your heart out.
Count to ten.
Where incision begins, illusion will end.
Dispose love, her crying embrace.
Shatter my hope into pieces.
And I'm left to pick up the pieces.
Every word that you spoke was just poison and I choked.
Everything that we had meant nothing to you.
Kisses burn my lips with sick sadness.
Awake from years of slumbering fear.
Love is a filthy word.
Puss flowing from the heart of burden.
Now say goodnight my love.
Well I guess this is goodbye with knives stabbed through my eyes one last time for feeling safe.
Now say goodnight my love.
Cut your heart out and count to ten.
One day you'll see there's no such thing as a happy ending.
Every word that you spoke was just poison and I choked.
Everything that we had meant nothing to you.
It meant nothing to you.
Every word that you spoke was poison.
No more crying eyes.
No more sick sadness.
No more pretty faces.
No more happy endings.
Now say goodnight.
This is your brain on drugs
This is who you are now
Are you happy?
Are you satisfied with the whore you've become?
You face the end
It's like you're already dead
Take a good look at yourself
You're next to nothing and there's nothing left for you
Check the pulse as the veins cauterize, say hello to the goodnight horizon
Date this day as forever when we felt another letdown
The American dream is a fabrication, a lie
Smile for the camera.
Right now this joke's on you
No matter what path i walk
I tear knives from my back
You can try to hold me down, but right now this joke's on you
Me against the world, i fight my way through
You can try to hold me down,
but right now this joke's on you
With a gun against your head
tell me who's laughing now?
Smile for the camera
Right now this joke's on you
You squeal like a pig when your fucked
You'd lick the blood off a dick for a head
You squeal like a pig