memory is a monster
Plot
Quasimodo, the hunchback bellringer of Notre Dame's cathedral meets a beautiful gypsy dancer, Esmeralda, and falls in love with her. So does Quasimodo's guardian, the archdeacon of the cathedral, and a poor street poet. But Esmeralda's in love with a handsome soldier. But when a mob mistakes her for a witch, it's up to Quasimodo to rescue her and claim sanctuary for her in the cathedral.
Keywords: 1400s, 15th-century, abandoned-baby, ambition, archbishop, attempted-kidnapping, attempted-murder, attempted-rape, based-on-novel, bell
Evil Is The Eye Of The Beholder
[last lines]::Quasimodo: Why?::[the word reverbs while Quasimodo falls to his death]
John of Gaunt: This royal throne of Kings, this scepter'd isle, this precious stone set in a silver sea; this blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England!
Richard II: I wasted time, and now time doth waste me.
Plot
A group of British aristocrats, who call themselves "Knights of Avalon", isn't content with the system of justice and executes judgment themselves. Instead of just killing the people they believe guilty, they give 'em a chance in traditional combat. When one day Sir Grifford witnesses their sessions, they have to remove him too. His son and heir, Sir John from America, starts to investigate with help from Ms. Marion and Colonel Cook from Scotland Yard.
Keywords: armor, axe, beating, brawl, cannon, car-chase, castle, chase, cigar-smoking, combat
Plot
On the run after being found sweet-talking the Sultan's daughter, Aladdin comes upon a lamp which, when rubbed, summons up Babs the genie. He uses it to return as a visiting prince asking for the princess's hand. Unfortunately for him, the sultan's wicked twin brother has secretly usurped the throne, someone else is after the lamp for his own ends, and Babs has taken a shine to Aladdin herself and is bent on wrecking his endeavours.
Keywords: arabian, arabian-nights, genie
THE TECHNICOLOR STORY OF ALADDIN and his wonderful VAMP! (original ad - many caps)
A herald, or, more correctly, a herald of arms, is an officer of arms, ranking between pursuivant and king of arms. The title is commonly applied more broadly to all officers of arms.
Heralds were originally messengers sent by monarchs or noblemen to convey messages or proclamations—in this sense being the predecessors of the modern diplomats. In the Hundred Years' War, French heralds challenged King Henry V to fight. During the Battle of Agincourt, the English and the French herald, Montjoie, watched the battle together from a nearby hill; both agreed that the English were the victors, and Montjoie provided King Henry V, who thus earned the right to name the battle, with the name of the nearby castle.
Like other officers of arms, a herald would often wear a surcoat, called a tabard, decorated with the coat of arms of his master. It was possibly due to their role in managing the tournaments of the Late Middle Ages that heralds came to be associated with the regulation of the knights' coats of arms. This science of heraldry became increasingly important and further regulated over the years, and in several countries around the world it is still overseen by heralds. Thus the primary job of a herald today is to be an expert in coats of arms. In the United Kingdom heralds are still called upon at times to read proclamations publicly; for which they still wear tabards emblazoned with the royal coat of arms.
Christopher Dwayne "Chris" Tomlin (born May 4, 1972) is an American Christian Contemporary Music artist, worship leader, and songwriter from Grand Saline, Texas, United States. He was a staff member at Austin Stone Community Church and is signed to EMI's sixstepsrecords. Tomlin leads worship at many Passion events. Some of his most well-known songs are "How Great Is Our God", "Jesus Messiah", "Amazing Grace (My Chains Are Gone)", and the recent song "Our God" which he co-wrote with Matt Redman, Jesse Reeves and Jonas Myrin. He is currently a worship leader at Passion City Church in Atlanta, Georgia with Louie Giglio and Christy Nockels.
He was awarded Male Vocalist of the Year at the 2006, 2007, 2008 GMA Dove Awards, and Grammy Award Winner for Best Contemporary Christian Music Album in 2012. He was named Artist of the Year in 2007. Tomlin released his seventh studio album, And If Our God Is for Us..., on November 16, 2010. He is one of the members of CompassionArt, a charity founded by Martin Smith (and Smith's wife, Anna) of the band Delirious?.
Sonia Gandhi (born Antonia Edvige Albina Maino on 9 December 1946) is an Italian-born Indian politician and the President of the Indian National Congress, one of the major political parties of India. She is the widow of former Prime Minister of India, Rajiv Gandhi and belongs to Nehru–Gandhi family. After his assassination in 1991, she was invited by the Indian National Congress to take over the Congress but refused and publicly stayed away from politics amidst constant prodding by the Congress. She finally agreed to join politics in 1997; in 1998, she was elected as the leader of the Congress.
Since then, Sonia Gandhi has been the President of the Indian National Congress Party. She has served as the Chairperson of the ruling United Progressive Alliance in the Lok Sabha since 2004. In September 2010, on being re-elected for the fourth time, she became the longest serving president in the 125-year history of the Congress party. Her foreign birth has been a subject of much debate and controversy. Although Sonia is actually the fifth foreign-born person to be leader of the Congress Party, she is the first since independence in 1947.
Subramanian Swamy (born 15 September 1939 in Chennai, India sometimes spelt Subramaniam Swamy) is an Indian politician, academician and an economist. He is the President of the Janata Party of India. He also presently serves as chairman of the SCMS Board of Governors of the SCMS Group of Educational Institutions in Kerala.
Swamy has previously served as member of the Planning Commission of India and Cabinet Minister of India. He has written extensively on foreign affairs dealing largely with India-China, India-Pakistan and Indo-Israel relation and is also a published author.
In November 1978, Swamy was member of the Group of Eminent persons called to Geneva to prepare a report of the United Nations (UNCTAD) on Economic Co-operation between Developing countries (ECDC).Swamy simplified trade procedures and formulated a new export strategy which became the forerunner of trade reform adopted subsequently. In 1994, Swamy was appointed as Chairman of the Commission on Labour Standards and International Trade by then Prime Minister P. V. Narasimha Rao. This was perhaps for the first time that an Opposition Party member was given a Cabinet rank post by the ruling party.
Paul Baloche (pronounced /bəˈlɒʃ/ bə-LOSH; born on June 4, 1962) is an American Christian music artist, worship leader, and singer-songwriter. A native of Maple Shade, New Jersey, Baloche is currently the worship pastor at Community Christian Fellowship in Lindale, Texas. Baloche composes on piano and acoustic guitar, favoring guitar when leading worship. His wife, Rita Baloche, is also a Christian songwriter. Baloche is one of the writers for Compassionart, a charity founded by Martin Smith from Delirious?.
Several Christian artists, such as Michael W. Smith and SONICFLOOd, have recorded Baloche's songs. Many of his songs are among the most performed songs in services according to CCLI, a company that handles copyright licensing of Christian songs and other resource materials for use in churches. Among them are "Open the Eyes of My Heart" (ranked number 2) and "Above All" (ranked number 22), cowritten with Lenny Leblanc. "Above All" was nominated for Song of the Year in both the 2002 and 2003 Dove Awards, and in 2002, Michael W. Smith's recording of that song won Inspirational Recorded Song of the Year. Baloche was also nominated for Songwriter of the Year in 2002. In 2009, Baloche won a Dove Award for Inspiration Recorded Song of the Year as coauthor of "A New Hallelujah" with Michael W. Smith and his wife Debbie Smith.
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Jeremiah 1:5, Acts 17:25
It could have gone either way when it came down to the choice
To keep the life within a life that had no voice
It must have surely seemed the harder road to choose
To be so young to have to say who had the most to lose
But she came through like a champ and she blessed the world that day
Then gave the hope of a better life when she gave him away
Now the innocence and joy is there each day he wakes
Expressions of his love of life in every breath he takes
He could have been thrown away before he had a chance to say
(Chorus)
Hey world, I am here and I have something to give
Hey world, I'm alive and I am wanting to live
He turned to lock the door as he wiped away a tear
The hopelessness of missing love, his adolescent fear
As he struggled for the strength to put the gun away
He found the courage and the hope to face another day
He could have been blown away before he had a chance to say
Down the corridor or life in between our death and birth
We may start to lose our way in the search to find our worth
Our value comes in the fact we live
Life is a gift only God can give
No Text
Jesus can you hear me
I know it's been a while
But mama says she's getting tired
Of waiting for you to come back into style
And me I don't mind waiting another day or two
But that's not like you, just not like you
Hey world, God is coming to save us all
But his watch must have stopped
Cause he never did show, or even bother to call
Jesus can you help us, and you're just a man
Sent down here to save us and you're doing all you can
Now my fear of god is mighty, but the words I speak are true
Jesus where are you, where are you
Hey world, God is coming to save us all
But his watch must have stopped
Cause he never did show, or even bother to call
So I'll sit here and wait for you
Cause there's really nothing left for me to do
I'll wait for you
Mama says she's getting tired
Of waiting for you to come back into style
I know it's been a while
And still I sit here by myself and smile
There's no easy way, there's nothing to say
It gets harder each and every day
Each and every day
Hey world, God is coming to save us all
But his watch must have stopped
It's so hard waking up on a sunday morning
Look at the time then you go to sleep again
The few things you can remember
You already regret
You were not thinking 'bout the headache
you would get
You take an aspirin for breakfast
And you say to yourself
I will never drink again
Not another drop as long as I live
You take a look at your reflection in the mirror
Staring at yourself with your blood coulored eyes
You knew you would feel bad, but you did it anyhow
You've only got yourself to blame
For the way you're feeling now
You take an aspirin for breakfast
And you say to yourself
I will never drink again
Not another drop as long as I live
But we all know that it is just another lie
You can't relate without that bottle of hate
You take an aspirin for breakfast
And a beer to clear your mind
The bottom of a bottle
You are as fake as the smile you make, nothing you could ever do would
Make you touchable, you make everybody fucking sick.
Crawl around the walkable
You have no family, nobody to show the respect you claim to have. You
Have nothing in this world, you mean nothing to us all.
Crawl around the Walkable, there is nothing for you here, Crawl around
The walkable.
YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU NEVER, YOU NEVER WILL GET RESPECT FROM ME.
You'll get what you deserve [x2]
Crawl around the walkable, there is nothing for you here. [x2]
Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.
Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, you're running for the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.
BOOM BOOM
There's a battle going on in this earth
everyday. Work, school, death, and birth.
There are 6 billion people on this earth,
can you tell me what every single life is worth?
Toke a spliff, look around and see history.
My weapon and my method is no mystery.
I didn't come here to chill. I came here to rock,
to smash the empire with my boom-box.
You got to let go of remote control!
Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.
Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.
You know you got to put up a fight.
On a universal mission like a meteorite.
Satellite, laser beam with you in their sights.
And with the patriot act they took all your right.
Don't ever doubt the power of just one mind.
Or the world-wide power of just one rhyme.
Don't ever doubt the force of the bassline.
Or a record gone round to burn the house down.
(You got to let go of remote control.)
Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.
(All rebel rockers!)
There's a bullet with your name, it's a sign of the times.
It takes nine hundred ninety nine criminal minds.
You got to let go of remote control.
You got to let go of remote control!
Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
Hey world(Hey world)
Hey world(Hey world)
Looking out, each moment is critical
and every life politically placed
So what's this cloud we've all been under lately?
I'm sure it's something we can live without
Hey world(Hey world)
I've got something you can't top
Hey world(Hey world)
It's a love too great to stop
Hey world(Hey world)
Isn't it time that you wake up?
You've been spinning in the dark for too long
How can you move
with so much upon your shoulders?
How do you see
when blindness is your view?
Sometimes I long
to wrap myself around you
With all the "let me downs"
don't you give up
Hey world(Hey world)
Keep on giving peace a chance
Hey world(Hey world)
Don't you give up on romance
Hey world(Hey world)
What's that rainbow 'round your heart?
Whose that dancing in the dark all alone?
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Hey world(Hey world)
Hey world(Hey world)
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Hey world(Hey world)
Hey world(Hey world)
Listen up
if we all could stop the hurting
It soon would come
the healing you desire
Let seeds of trust
outgrow the ridicule
Only good can come to you and I
Hey world(Hey world)
I've got something you can't top
Hey world(Hey world)
it's a love too great to stop
Hey world(Hey world)
Isn't it time that you wake up?
You've been spinning in the dark for too long
Hey world(Hey world)
Just forget your wars and crime
Hey world(Hey world)
Go and get a life, it's time
Hey world(Hey world)
What's that rainbow 'round your heart?
Whose that dancing in the dark all alone?
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Hey world
Hey world
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Hey world(Hey world)
The withered thorns that caress my tainted flesh
The shattered halo that shattered all our dreams
We've been condemned by the pages of false hope
We've been caressed by each others' lives in death
Blood stained sheets
Mask our grief
Will render out tryst incomplete
Trudging through the carcass of what used to be a living world
Ten-thousand lovers of God's forgotten child
We take our mark while on bent and bloody knees
What depths will you sink too?
It surprises me every day
You fit the part so beautifully
And deserve an award for the role you play
You are sickening
It's never ending the cycle stays the same
Fractured facade
Why put it on?
We both know exactly
What you are
Saccharine scented skin
Rotten from within
Stench of putrefaction
You wreak of vermin
On your knees
Queen of disease
Enveloped in your misery
The epitome of disloyalty
Fill the void with iniquity
Blacked out, awakened by the shame
Cast out, defiled and defamed
You're a cesspool, lowest of the low
You re the starlet that everybody knows
What's behind the harlot's smile?
Is it denial?
Lights out baby the show is fucking over
On your knees, queen of disease
Enveloped in your misery
The epitome of disloyalty