An orchard is an intentional planting of trees or shrubs that is maintained for food production. Orchards comprise fruit or nut-producing trees which are grown for commercial production. Orchards are also sometimes a feature of large gardens, where they serve an aesthetic as well as a productive purpose. A fruit garden is generally synonymous with an orchard, although it is set on a smaller non-commercial scale and may emphasize berry shrubs in preference to fruit trees.
Most temperate-zone orchards are laid out in a regular grid, with a grazed or mown grass or bare soil base that makes maintenance and fruit gathering easy.
Many Orchards where originally planted alongside Public Houses so that the fruit could be harvested to make alcohol, such as cider and wine. Many traditional pubs still maintain their orchards as to keep with tradition but alcohol is rarely made from its fruit. The Old Orchard in Devon still produces cider from its orchard.
Orchards are often concentrated near bodies of water, where climatic extremes are moderated and blossom time is retarded until frost danger is past.
Nick 13 is the guitarist, vocalist, and main songwriter of psychobilly band Tiger Army as well as a solo artist in the Americana/Country genre.
In an interview with Alternative Press, Nick was asked why the sole songwriter for a band would launch a solo career. "The first person to give me the idea of a primary songwriter making a solo record was Paul Fenech of The Meteors," he said. "I always thought there was something cool about that: You write all the songs for the band, and there's a certain sound people expect. But while Tiger Army has always tested those kinds of boundaries, there are certain things that relate to heaviness and aggression that aren't part of my solo project, at all." When asked about the status of Tiger Army, he said, "Tiger Army aren't going anywhere--we will be back."
Nick debuted his solo material at Tiger Army's Octoberflame II event in Los Angeles and Orange County in October, 2009. His first full performance as a solo artist was at the Stagecoach Festival in Indio, California, in spring, 2010, where he opened for Merle Haggard and Ray Price[disambiguation needed ]. A handful of small club dates in California followed, leading up to an appearance at the Hootenanny Festival in Orange County just before Chuck Berry. Press reviews for both festival events were favorable.
Jennifer Lynn Lopez (born July 24, 1969) is an American actress, businesswoman, dancer and recording artist. Often referred to as J.Lo, she is reportedly the highest earning actress of Latin descent. Born and raised in The Bronx, New York, she enrolled in singing and dancing classes as a child and grew up in a musically influenced household. She started her career as a fly girl on the television comedy program In Living Color and a back-up dancer for Janet Jackson. Lopez gained recognition in the action-thriller Money Train (1995). Her first leading role was in the biographical film Selena (1997), which was her breakthrough role, earning her an ALMA Award for Outstanding Actress and Golden Globe nomination. She earned her second ALMA Award for her performance in Out of Sight (1998), which made her the highest-paid Latin actress. She has since appeared in various films including The Cell (2000), The Wedding Planner (2001), Maid in Manhattan (2002), Shall We Dance? (2004), Monster-in-Law (2005), The Back-up Plan (2010) and What to Expect When You're Expecting (2012).
Life is like unfinished film
Like actors we change our faces
Playing our parts is not so easy
Under such circumstances
I can't say I know myself
But I know that I have
Pictures of my faces
Deep in my mind, changing in time!
Do we know ourselves?
All that obscure things we hide
Are so different from
What we would like to display
We think we are so different
But we aren't, we are the same!
Pictures of me, which I see
In my mind's eyes
My own performance, like unfinished film
About real me
Just open your eyes and you will quickly see
That we worship the youth; old age is what we fear...
If our body was a shadow of infirm souls
slow trundle
eyes bound to forever
sunrise collected taken
under sown collection
of mirrors past
seeing from sleeping
the joys
of the newfound wing
pulling heart and soiled
wormlike drudging
in movements pictures
heavy tenfold
of an iron brigde
that will not burn
9 ft of solid mud
holding and stealing
the movement of beams
yearnings of swaying
forgotten as once more
i crawl your surface
for loss i am guilty
You were the coal
she was the fire
that warmed your skin
and all within
memories to hold
her trembling fingers
held all they'd known
as she went on
oh, sweet orchard
shade the growing light
holding softly to my weary eyes
thousands of all
hunger inside
these withering eyes
too tired to cry
a face, hiding so silently
burns to know
the love that grows here
oh, sweet orchard
let forgiving strands of light
break my silence
burn the night
oh, sweet waters
flow with love for me inside
cast me quietly unto morning's light
oh, burn through the night, burn
Haggard and Hanging
Verse1
Head hurts but my body’s worse
Drink away my pain because I know it works
Down, I’m really fucking down
I just need something to pick me up
If life was a ship I’d have jumped overboard,
Because breathing and walking is all I can afford
The darkness lifts and my mind clears
Funny how these thrills take away my fears
Verse 2
I’m seeing things in a different light
Now that black… turns to grey…
It’s not white but it’s what gets me through
Helps get me through the day,
You can’t help yourself- From trying to put me down
Every time you turn my smile into a frown
Clouds of smoke filter out your face
And makes me feel like I’m free of this place.
Chorus
I’ve done this for so long now; I think I’m going insane
Dead Town
Verse1:
Empty streets
No sign of life
Grey sky
The cold wind bites
Nothing here
But the stench of fear
This Wasteland
That runs your life
Bridge:
Get me far away from here
Once I’ve gone I’ll see so clear
How bad things used to be
Now I’ve grown this place ain’t fucking me.
Chorus:
Dead Town
Condemned ground
A fucking disgrace to the Queen’s crown
Dead Town
Condemned ground
A place we’re better off without
Verse 2:
Break out
I’m gonna tear this place down
Win or lose
I’ll burn it to the ground
Better off without, a cesspit of disease
A cancer of the land
A stain on the country
Gone into the cold black town
Your eyes won’t believe the things I’ve found.