Coordinates: 51°03′43″N 0°19′30″W / 51.062°N 0.325°W / 51.062; -0.325
Horsham is a market town with a population of 55,657 (2008)[citation needed] on the upper reaches of the River Arun in the centre of the Weald, West Sussex, in the historic County of Sussex, England. The town is 31 miles (50 km) south south-west of London, 18.5 miles (30 km) north-west of Brighton and 26 miles (42 km) north-east of the county town of Chichester. Nearby towns include Crawley to the north-east and Haywards Heath and Burgess Hill to the south-east. It is the administrative and market centre of Horsham District Council area.
The first historical record of Horsham is from AD 947. The name either originates from "Horse Ham", meaning a place where horses were kept, or "Horsa's Ham", named for a Saxon warrior who was granted land in the area.
The town has historically been known for horse trading in early medieval times, iron and brick making up until the 20th century, and brewing more recently.
Horsham is the largest town in the Horsham District Council area. The second tier of local government is by West Sussex County Council, based in Chichester. In addition there are various Parish Councils.
Oliver Cromwell (25 April 1599 – 3 September 1658) was an English military and political leader who was part of the joint republican, military and parliamentarian effort that overthrew the Stuart monarchy as a result of the English Civil War, and was subsequently invited by his fellow leaders to assume a head of state role in 1653. As such, Cromwell ruled as "Lord Protector" for a five-year segment (1653–58) of the 11-year period of republican Commonwealth and protectorate rule of England, and nominally of Ireland, Wales and Scotland. As one of the commanders of the New Model Army, he played an important role in the defeat of the King's forces, the royalists in the English Civil War. After the execution of King Charles I in 1649, Cromwell dominated the short-lived Commonwealth of England, conquered Ireland and Scotland, ruling as Lord Protector from 1653 until his death in 1658.
Cromwell was born into the ranks of the middle gentry, and remained relatively obscure for the first 40 years of his life. Along with his brother, Henry, he kept a small holding of chickens and sheep, selling eggs and wool to support himself. His lifestyle resembled that of a yeoman farmer until he received an inheritance from his uncle. After undergoing a religious conversion during the same decade, Cromwell made an independent style of puritanism an essential part of his life. He took a generally (but not completely) tolerant view towards the many Protestant sects of his period. As a ruler he executed an aggressive and effective foreign policy and did as much as any English leader to shape the future of the land he governed. But his Commonwealth collapsed after his death and the royal family was restored in 1660. An intensely religious man—a self-styled Puritan Moses — he fervently believed God was guiding his victories.
Ben Camey Wallace (born September 10, 1974) is an American basketball center for the Detroit Pistons of the NBA. A native of Alabama, Wallace attended Cuyahoga Community College and Virginia Union University and signed with the Washington Bullets (later Wizards) as an undrafted free agent in 1996. In his NBA career, Wallace has also played the power forward position and with the Washington Bullets/Wizards, Orlando Magic, Detroit Pistons, Chicago Bulls, and Cleveland Cavaliers teams.
He has won the NBA Defensive Player of the Year Award four times, a record he shares with Dikembe Mutombo. In six seasons with the Pistons (2000–2006), Wallace made two NBA Finals appearances (2004 and 2005) and won a championship with the Pistons in 2004.
Ben Wallace was born in White Hall, Alabama, a small town in Lowndes County, and is the tenth of eleven children. He later attended Central High School in Hayneville where he received all-state honors in basketball, baseball, and football (as a linebacker). Former basketball player Charles Oakley is Wallace's mentor, having discovered Wallace at a 1991 basketball camp, and later recommended Wallace to his previous college, Virginia Union.
David Howell Evans (born 8 August 1961), more widely known by his stage name The Edge (or just Edge), is a musician best known as the guitarist, backing vocalist, and keyboardist of the Irish rock band U2. A member of the group since its inception, he has recorded 12 studio albums with the band and has released one solo record. As a guitarist, The Edge has crafted a minimalistic and textural style of playing. His use of a rhythmic delay effect yields a distinctive ambient, chiming sound that has become a signature of U2's music.
The Edge was born in England to a Welsh family, but was raised in Ireland after moving there as an infant. In 1976, at Mount Temple Comprehensive School, he formed U2 with his fellow students and his older brother Dik. Inspired by the ethos of punk rock and its basic arrangements, the group began to write its own material. They eventually became one of the most popular acts in popular music, with successful albums such as 1987's The Joshua Tree and 1991's Achtung Baby. Over the years, The Edge has experimented with various guitar effects and introduced influences from several genres of music into his own style, including American roots music, industrial music, and alternative rock. With U2, The Edge has also played keyboards, co-produced their 1993 record Zooropa, and occasionally contributed lyrics. The Edge met his second and current wife, Morleigh Steinberg, through her collaborations with the band.
Under the rising sun, dirty, yellow children play
And in the red pagoda, mamasan is praying
Blood wasted saving face, ancestors are looking on
As they wave their silver samurai underneath the big gun
Hiroshima, no one could imagine
Not the victors nor the victims
Pitiful survivors nor the pawn of a man
Who had the button under his hand, no one would believe it
God, God is on our side, he placed the power in our hands
To teach the yellow peril, this is Christian mercy
Harry, Harry, give 'em hell, give 'em hell one time again
Well, show those axis powers how to make an oven, fry them
Hiroshima, no one could imagine
Not the victors nor the victims
Pitiful survivors nor the pawn of a man
Who had the button under his hand, no one could believe it
Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Don't you ever forget
Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Don't you ever forget, don't you ever fuckin' forget
This is the official voice of the United States of America
Addressing the peoples of the islands of Japan
Tomorrow morning, on August 15th, 1945 at exactly 8:15 AM
We will bomb your cities of Nagasaki and Hiroshima
With a blast that will level these cities
This is the only alert you will receive
Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Don't you ever forget
Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Don't you ever forget, don't you ever fuckin' forget
Oh-oh, Oh!
It was the start of the show
Hiroshima
and the people were shouting my name
as the house lights came down
and the spotlight followed me out
I waved down low to the crowd
as I busted ass on the front of the stage
Oh-oh Oh!
They're watching me, watching me fall
Maybe it was the course of adrenaline
as the concrete rose to meet my face
Maybe it was the sheer embarrassment
that kept me concious and standing as I
crawled back on the stage
and started pounding out the first song
There was blood on the keyboard...
..Oh my God.
Oh-oh Oh!
They're watching me, watching me fall
Oh-oh Oh!
They're watching me, watching me fall
You wanna see what's in my head?
You wanna see what's in my head?
You wanna see what's in my head?
Check it out 'cause;
I got pictures of what's in my head
I got pictures of what's in my head
They took of me in Tokyo
And I brought 'em back with me to the USA
Oh-oh Oh!
They're watching me, watching me fall
Oh-oh Oh!
They're watching me, watching me fall
there's a shadow of a man at hiroshima
where he passed the moon
in a wonderland at hiroshima
beneath the august moon
and the world remembers his face
remembers the place was here
fly the metal-bird to hiroshima
and the way a load
speak a magic word to hiroshima
let the sky explode
and the world remembers his name
remembers the flame was hiroshima
and the world remembers his name
remembers the flame was
there's a shadow of a man at hiroshima
where he passed the moon
in a wonderland at hiroshima
beneath the august moon
and the world remembers his face
remembers the place was here
fly the metal-bird to hiroshima
and the way a load
speak a magic word to hiroshima
let the sky explode
and the world remembers his name
remembers the flame was hiroshima
and the world remembers his name
remembers the flame was
You've got Hiroshima, going cough inside
You cheat and lie, just to survive
Shake the money tree, heed the warning signs
Where lovers lie, not parricides
What would you give to be the master of your life?
This struggle is such a waste of time, yours and mine
I give you these eyes that I see through
My blood, my money too
I'm not afraid to run to you 'cause I get lonely too
No one knows you, like I do
You've got Hiroshima, inside, where lovers lie
What would you give to be the master of your life?
'Cause struggle is such a waste of time, yours and mine
I give you these eyes that I see through
My blood, my money too
I'm not afraid to run to you 'cause I feel lonely too
No one knows you, like I do
What would you give to be the master of your life?
The struggle is such a waste of time, yours and mine
I give you these eyes that I see through
My blood, my money too
I'm not afraid to run to you 'cause I get lonely
I give you these eyes that I see through
My blood, my money too
I'm not afraid to run to you 'cause I get lonely too
I give you these eyes that I see through
My blood, my money too
Third degree burns and twisted limbs
Men can't repents such evil sins
Cities leveled, molecular pain
The rising sun won't rise again
But it had to be done, the pigs all cried
We tried to warn them, the pigs all lied
Children born within it's cloud
Genetic disease the eternal shroud
The water boiled the sky turned black
Time zero was the final attack
But it had to be done, the pigs all cried
We tried to warn them, the pigs all lied
Hiroshima!
Hiroshima!
Hiroshima!
Hiroshima!
Oh rising sun your children weep
Will your memories of pain ever sleep
Will the book of life explain the cause
As the only way to stop all wars?
But it had to be done, the pigs all cried
Third degree burns and twisted limbs
Men can't repents such evil sins
Cities leveled, molecular pain
The rising sun won't rise again
But it had to be done, the pigs all cried
We tried to warn them, the pigs all lied
Children born within it's cloud
Genetic disease the eternal shroud
The water boiled the sky turned black
Time zero was the final attack
But it had to be done, the pigs all cried
We tried to warn them, the pigs all lied
Hiroshima!
Hiroshima!
Hiroshima!
Hiroshima!
Oh rising sun your children weep
Will your memories of pain ever sleep
Will the book of life explain the cause
As the only way to stop all wars?
But it had to be done, the pigs all cried
You've got Hiroshima, going of inside
You cheat and lie just to survive
Shake the money tree, heed the warning sign
Were lovers lie, not paracites
What would you give to be the master of your life?
The struggle is such a waste of time, yours and mine
I give you these eyes that I see through
My blood, my money too
I'm not afraid to run to you
Cause I get lonely too
No-one knows you like I do
You've got Hiroshima, inside
Where lovers lie
What would you give to be the master of your life?
The struggle is such a waste of time, yours and mine
I give you these eyes that I see through
My blood, my money too
I'm not afraid to run to you
Cause I feel lonely too
No-one knows you like I do
What would you give to be the master of your life?
The struggle is such a waste of time, yours and mine
I give you these eyes that I see through
My blood, my money too
I'm not afraid to run to you
Cause I get lonely
I give you these eyes that I see through
My blood, my money too
I'm not afraid to run to you
Cause I get lonely too
I give you these eyes that I see through
My blood, my money too
I'm not afraid to run to you
Wait a minute, wait a minute there he is. His ass is a dead motherfucker
When I get my hands on him!
Dogg, your gonna get fuckin' busted! she'll break out with DNA on that ass.
She'll fuckin' use forensic science, whatever it takes, you ain't getting
Away with it. Your gonna get fuckin' busted, I'm fuckin' tell ya!
DROPPIN' BOMBS ON THAT ASS!
Only sixteen, a hottie across the street
Washin' her daddies car she was toying with me
She came inside, and promised, wouldn't take long
She's about to swallow, when my lady came home and caught me!
Down on my knees! Get ready, here she comes!
I'm begging you please! Get ready, HIROSHIMA!
Down on my knees! Get ready, here she comes!
I'm begging you please! Get ready, HIROSHIMA!
She was bitchin' mad out of control, like Hiroshima!
I thought the bitch was gonna' explode, like Hiroshima!
I never smoke, my woman hates it, it's wrong
But this ganja Mike Peezy had, it just smelled so strong
Roll it up, fuck it! I puffed it and passed
Not knowing my woman was standing right behind my ass
Down on my knees! Get ready, here she comes!
I'm begging you please! Get ready, HIROSHIMA!
Down on my knees! Get ready, here she comes!
I'm begging you please! Get ready, HIROSHIMA!
The bitch was stompin' shakin' the floor, like Hiroshima!
I swear to God I couldn't take it no more, like Hiroshima!
I love this woman, just as much as one can
Something's I do, she will never understand
I love Dark Lotus, and she loves the Cure
I love my wrestling, and she says absurd
She disses my style, she disses my rap
She makes my dick hard when she sits on my lap
If she dissed my homies I guarantee you some drama
I'll pack that bitches shit up, and send her back to her momma
Like Hiroshima
Down on my knees! Get ready, here she comes!
I'm begging you please! Get ready, HIROSHIMA!
Down on my knees! Get ready, here she comes!
I'm begging you please! Get ready, HIROSHIMA!
Down on my knees! Get ready, here she comes!
I'm begging you please! Get ready, HIROSHIMA!
Down on my knees! Get ready, here she comes!
Days and days are moving on
I watch the cars out
on the street in the rain
Years and years are floating past
boats & wounds & dreams
& hopes & me
Where did I go?
Am I inside myself
Pictures of the victims
of a situation undreamed
of planes & bombs
& war decisions
winners & losers of
hiroshima
Where did you go?
the child that must be you
Where did you go?
Flashback... Pearl Harbor attack
Incoming bombers, no way to fight back
Chaos... blood in the sand
The enemy is coming, the threat is Japan
[Chorus]
It must fall to flame... Hiroshima
fall to flame... Hiroshima
Fighters strike from the air
Machine gun fire, no time to prepare
Wounded ships have been sunk
People will say kamikaze's the one
[Chorus]
One plane carries the bomb
Orders are given, the city is gone
Spreading flesh, it will burn
Revenge has been taken and
now the have learned
There's
a shadow of a man at Hiroshima
where he passed the moon.
In a wonderland at Hiroshima
beneath the August moon.
And the world remembers his face,
remembers the place was here.
Fly the metal bird to Hiroshima
and the way a load.
Speak a magic word to Hiroshima,
let the sky explode !
And the world remembers his name,
remembers the flame was Hiroshima
August 6th 1945,
A day many inoccent people died.
President Truman lost his fucking head.
100, 000+ people left dead.
B29 cutting through the sky
Disregarding human life.
U.S. pride it had to win.
Can't justify this fucking sin.
Nuclear war, lives lost.
Government kills with no remorse.
Government kills, that's the way it is.
Can't let it happen again like in Hiroshima!
Paroles et musique: Georges Moustaki
© Paille Music
Par la colombe et l'olivier
Par la détresse du prisonnier
Par l'enfant qui n'y est pour rien
Peut-être viendra-t-elle demain
Avec les mots de tous les jours
Avec les gestes de l'amour
Avec la
peur, avec la faim
Peut-être viendra-t-elle demain
Par tous ceux qui sont déjà morts
Par tous ceux qui vivent encore
Par ceux qui voudraient vivre enfin
Peut-être viendra-t-elle demain
Avec les faibles, avec les forts
Avec tous ceux qui sont d'a
ccord
Ne seraient-ils que quelques-uns
Peut-être viendra-t-elle demain
Par tous les rêves piétinés
Par l'espérance abandonnée
À Hiroshima, ou plus loin
Peut-être viendra-t-elle demain