3 Numbers 4 Mankind Freedom
The Prophecy Didn't Come True
Plot
A real adventure film - but in a very modern sense. On a three-mast schooner aboard with artists, scientists and ambitions worthy of Noah or Columbus, we set off towards the end of the world: in this case, the rapidly melting ice massifs in North-East Greenland. An epic journey where the brave sailors get acquainted with imaginary tent pitches, polar bear nightmares and entirely new species. But in their encounter with the new, unknown parts of our world, the crew - which ranges from the artists Tal R and Daniel Richter to the geologist Minik Rosing - addresses a number of questions of a fundamental, existential nature. Curiosity, great pathos and a liberating splash of humor come together in a film that is superbly orchestrated by the cinematic talent Daniel Dencik, who in one iconic image after another seduces us both far beyond and deep into the historical footnote that is humanity. A film that is both conceived and brought into life on a large scale, just like an old childhood dream realized in adult company.
A geographer is a scholar whose area of study is geography, the study of Earth's natural environment and human society.
Although geographers are historically known as people who make maps, map making is actually the field of study of cartography, a subset of geography. Geographers do not study only the details of the natural environment or the human society, but they also study the reciprocal relationship between these two. For example, they study how the natural environment contributes to the human society and how the human society affects the natural environment.
In particular, physical geographers study the natural environment while human geographers study the human society. Modern geographers are the primary practitioners of the GIS (geographic information system), who are often employed by local, state, and federal government agencies as well as in the private sector by environmental and engineering firms.
There is a well-known painting by Johannes Vermeer titled The Geographer, which is often linked to Vermeer's The Astronomer. These paintings are both thought to represent the growing influence and rise in prominence of scientific enquiry in Europe at the time of their painting, 1668–69.
white waves that crash before us
call out some siren's chorus
still heaven waits for no one here
carved out a perfect circle
right where the memory left you
still heaven waits for no one here
streetlights cascade in ribbons
straight to the moon
they're waiting to see you
beneath the weeping willow
playing its tune
it howls through you
lightning's an orphaned dream who's
trying to find a reason
still heaven waits for no one here
streetlights cascade in ribbons
straight to the moon
they're waiting to see you
beneath the weeping willow
playing its tune
it howls through you
i was awake for it all
i was awake for it all
the heart of a child is beating
waiting for the night to crawl
into your heart
a party in a warehouse loft to
keep you calm
but this is not the way it always
used to seem
and this isn't original for you
and me
this is an original sin
lying in our beds at night we
start to dream
eyes moving like flashlights
under sheets
up until the morning hours we
are set free
there's nothing across from us
but what we see
a photograph and a whisper
will find me in the night
like the sound of sad dogs
wishing they could cry
it's something only we know
underneath street lights
shadows make things easy
so i made you mine
this would be so simple
if you were fast asleep
and all the bottles you throw
they would be lost at sea
and you could take my letters
and rearrange the words
you could read them backwards
until you liked what you heard
if i could know what they know
then we could sell this gold
and i could wear your halo
when the nights grow cold
and you could wish my child's eyes
would turn to clouds and part
and i could wish that i lied
when i said i lost your heart
so long the days
that melt away
so loud the words
you could not say
if only last december
had stayed beneath the snow
i hear your muffled laughter
after the curtains close
you the sound of night winds
in the dark you grope
trying to find some likeness
under my wrinkled clothes
so long the days
that melt away
so loud the words
You call me all the right words
But the right words sound so wrong
You say that I'm changing
I guess I will before too long
Will you give me a way out or a past to live down?
Even when it couldn't be worse, it is now
I watch while the wild doorway circles round and round
And every single whisper, no life that we should know by now
Is it just a sound
Something keeps a river from sinking to the ground
Was I ever any different?
It's the simplest of words
The simplest of words
White lies in the night
If I could be yours and you could be mine
As long as it rhymes
It's all that I'll ever need out here
White lies in the night
If I could be yours and you could be mine
We keep what we hide
You told such simple lies
Now that we are free, Verona, won't you keep me out?
Drive me to the city where every building shouts
I wanna hear some people
I wanna keep the windows down
I never would believe you
You should know why by now, whoa
And it's the simplest things we want, whoa
But we can never see no, whoa
And it's the simplest things we want, whoa
And it's the simplest of words, the simplest of words
White lies in the night
If I could be yours and you could be mine
As long as it rhymes
It's all that I'll ever need out here
White lies in the night if I could be yours and you could be mine
We keep what we hide
my wings are like this
all my words on his lips
and my brain is on edge
i'm next to the bed
where i saw you
my weight is like his
we both lost what we kissed
and my hate burns like this
in my hands in his fist
and my love is so quick
like the legs of my kids
all the worlds i could lift
only fit
where i saw you
pile lover upon lover
'til we're covered with skin
there's nothing to discover
from the thunder and lightning
there's no way to recover
this is love not loving
but now we are all eachother
that look will take me right to the ground
and I'll be laughing the whole way down
with thunder beneath us all
i want to feel is your arms
i know i'm leaving but we all
leave no matter what
if time is a mouth to feed
every hour is ice in our fingers' heat
so give your time to me
if it changes you i will never see
old lovers fall like leaves
but just if you let them
the roofs of the city like an
ocean spread for miles
i swear i saw my whole life
flicker in a window light
you think you know what I'm
thinking but you don't know
why i need you tonight
you say you feel nothing hoping
nothing's all i'll leave behind
if time is a mouth to feed
every hour is ice in our fingers' heat
so give your time to me
if it changes you i will never see
old lovers fall like leaves
but just if you let them
i hear them beneath your feet