Richard William "Wil" Wheaton III (born July 29, 1972) is an American actor and writer. As an actor, he is best known for his portrayals of Wesley Crusher on the television series Star Trek: The Next Generation, Gordie Lachance in the film Stand by Me and Joey Trotta in Toy Soldiers. As a writer, he is best known for his blogs Wil Wheaton Dot Net and WWdN: In Exile.
Wheaton was born in Burbank, California, to Debbie (née O’Connor), an actress, and Richard William Wheaton, Jr., a medical specialist. He has a brother, Jeremy, and a sister, Amy. Both appeared uncredited in the episode "When the Bough Breaks" of Star Trek: The Next Generation.
Wheaton made his acting debut in the 1981 TV film A Long Way Home, and his first cinema role was as Martin Brisby in the 1982 animated film The Secret of NIMH, the movie adaptation of Robert C. O'Brien's Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH. He had a minor role in the 1984 movie The Last Starfighter. He first gained widespread attention in 1986 as Gordie Lachance in Stand by Me, the film adaptation of Stephen King's The Body. In 1991, he played Joey Trotta in the film Toy Soldiers.
Emily Anderson, OBE (March 1891 – October 1962) was a British Foreign Office official and scholar of German.
She was born in Galway, Ireland, the daughter of Alexander Anderson, president of Queens College Galway. Ms Anderson was educated privately and won the Browne Scholarship in 1909 at QCG, where she received a B.A. in 1911. She displayed a strong interest in the suffragette movement in Galway. After further study in Berlin and Marburg, she taught for two years at Queen's College, Barbados. She then returned in 1917 to Galway as professor of German at UCG.
Anderson resigned from her position in 1920. She moved to London and immediately joined the Foreign Office. In 1923 she published a translation of Benedetto Croce's book on Goethe. Between 1940 and 1943 she was seconded to the War office; she later received the OBE for Intelligence resulting from work she carried out in the Middle East. She retired from the foreign office in 1951. Anderson published the Letters of Mozart and his family, which she herself edited and translated. Her Letters of Beethoven were published in 1961. The Federal Republic of Germany awarded her the Order Of Merit first class for her work on Beethoven.
Neil deGrasse Tyson ( /ˈniːəl dəˈɡræs ˈtaɪsən/ born October 5, 1958) is an American astrophysicist and science communicator. He is currently the Frederick P. Rose Director of the Hayden Planetarium at the Rose Center for Earth and Space, and a research associate in the department of astrophysics at the American Museum of Natural History. Since 2006 he has hosted the educational science television show NOVA scienceNOW on PBS, and has been a frequent guest on The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, Real Time with Bill Maher, and Jeopardy!. It was announced on August 5, 2011, that Tyson will be hosting a new sequel to Carl Sagan's Cosmos: A Personal Voyage television series.
Tyson was born as the second of three children in the borough of Manhattan in New York City, but was raised in the Bronx. His mother, Sunchita Feliciano Tyson, was a gerontologist and his father, Cyril deGrasse Tyson, was a sociologist, human resource commissioner for the New York City mayor, John Lindsay, and was the first Director of HARYOU. Tyson attended the Bronx High School of Science (1972–1976, astrophysics emphasis) where he was captain of the wrestling team and was editor-in-chief of the school's Physical Science Journal. Tyson had an abiding interest in astronomy from the age of eleven, following his visit to the Hayden Planetarium at age nine. Tyson recalls that "so strong was that imprint [of the night sky] that I'm certain that I had no choice in the matter, that in fact, the universe called me." He obsessively studied astronomy in his teens, and eventually even gained some fame in the astronomy community by giving lectures on the subject at the age of fifteen.
Kathryn Felicia Day (born on June 28, 1979) is an American actress and singer, known for her work as "Vi" on the TV series Buffy the Vampire Slayer and for parts in movies such as Bring It On Again and June, as well as the Internet musical, Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. Day is also the star, script writer and producer of the original web series The Guild, a show loosely based on her life as a gamer. She also starred in the Dragon Age web series Dragon Age: Redemption, which she wrote. She is a member of the Board of Directors of the International Academy of Web Television.
Day began her acting career at the age of 7 when she starred as Scout in a local production of To Kill a Mockingbird. She studied operatic singing and ballet professionally, performing at concerts and competitions nationwide. Home-schooled throughout much of her childhood, she began college at the age of 16.
She was a National Merit Scholar (1995) and graduated as valedictorian of her class. An accomplished violinist, Day was accepted to the Juilliard School of Music but chose to attend the University of Texas at Austin on a full scholarship in violin performance. She double majored in mathematics and music performance.
Alan Wray Tudyk (born March 16, 1971) is an American actor known for his roles as Hoban "Wash" Washburne in the science fiction/western television series Firefly and movie Serenity, Simon in the British comedy Death at a Funeral, as Steve the Pirate in DodgeBall: A True Underdog Story, as Sonny in the science fiction drama I, Robot, as Doc Potter in 3:10 to Yuma, as Tucker in Tucker & Dale vs Evil and as Alpha in Dollhouse. He currently co-stars on the ABC sitcom Suburgatory.
Tudyk was born in El Paso, Texas, the son of Betty Loyce (née Wiley) and Timothy Nicholas Tudyk. He is of Polish and English descent and was raised in the Dallas suburb of Plano, Texas, where he attended Plano Senior High School. Tudyk studied drama at the Methodist-affiliated Lon Morris College in Jacksonville, Texas where he won the Academic Excellence award for drama. While in college, he played Beaver Smith in an eastern New Mexico summer stock theater production of Billy the Kid. Tudyk entered Juilliard but left in 1996 before earning a degree.
Oh my Mama
She gave me these feathered breaths
Oh my Mama
She told me use your voice,
My little bird
She said sing sing sing sing sing sing melodies
And she sang sang sang sang sang sang melodies
Oh my Mama
She did give me fancy feet
I'll be dancing on
And I'll tap tap tap my toes
Into those creaking floorboards
Oh my Mama
She took my little hand and held on tight
Oh the Mamas
Give the waters of their wells
Oh the Mamas
Give the babies this very dirt we're walking on
Oh my Mama
She gave me these feathered breaths
And your Mama
She gave you those feathered breaths too
And when the sky drops all those feathers
And when the birds sing in the morning
I'll be a mama
I'll have a daughter
I'll be a mama
I'll have a daughter
And I'll give her melodies
I'll give her melodies
(repeat)
And she'll be
My little bird
And then she'll fly
Sun is dancing, my darling
Arms been holding me all morning
The sea is so far from home, my darling
If we'd only feet it is here that we'd roam
Oh, if we'd just two feet it is here that we'd roam
And your arms would be keeping me all day
'Cause your love calms my brambles
And your hands bring me sweet lavender
Oh, your love clams my brambles
And your hands bring me sweet lavender
Oh, oh, oh, oh
The glow will dance into the mountains
And darkness falls upon the canyon
And when the heat is gone, my darling
Please come gather me
Please come gather me oh, please come gather me oh
Please come gather me, my darling
Please come gather me oh, please come gather me oh
Please come gather me, my darling
'Cause your love calms my brambles
And your hands bring me sweet lavender
Oh, your love clams my brambles
And your hands bring me sweet lavender
I've known mornings white as diamonds
Silent from a night so cold
Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides
Our lives are buried in snow, oh, oh
I was sifting through the piles
In my hand a tangled thread
Each patient tug upon the snarl
Is a glimpse of what has been, oh, oh
Burdened bands gain strong hands
Gaping holes where diamonds should be
Must have been the morning that stole them
A glint of white in the pocket of winter, oh, oh
And some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones
Some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones, oh, oh
I've known mornings white as diamonds
Silent from a night so cold
Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides
Our lives are buried in snow
The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin
So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill
Meet me where the snow mount flows
It is there, my dear, where we will begin again
Skipping stones, braiding hair
Last year's antlers mark the trail
Take us back, oh, take us back
Oh, take us, take us back
I've a friend who lives out by the rivers mouth
He knows the fiddles cry is an old sound
A lonesome creeks and moans of empty houses
Are songs of like fallen rain
Windblown buildings, muddy ground
The strength of water can sink a man
Take us back, oh, take us back
Oh, take us, take us back
When the higher hills have turned blue
And the waves are lapping where the children grew
All that we have know will be an echo
Of days when love was true
Muted voices just beyond
Have you been wearing holes in your boots out there?
Have you been kicking bones in the desert sand?
There's a wolf inside the cave and another in the clouds
I've seen them chewing on, on the shadows in your eyes
And it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still
Oh, it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still
And I won't drag my feet in whatever dirt you track in
No, I won't drag my feet in whatever dirt you track in
Will you look at me when your face shows the lines of years?
While you've been away I have needed your strong hands
California hills could surely welcome us back home
But the way toward the crop of gold is not far from the snow
No, the way toward the crop of gold is not far from the snow
And it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still
Oh, it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still
And I won't drag my feet in whatever dirt you track in
No, I won't drag my feet in whatever dirt you track in
And it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still
I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep
Fighting the fireplace glow
Knockin' on that door in my sleep
Fighting the fireplace glow
To keep me away
To keep me away from home
Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
They're comin' from the woods!
Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
And mama you're running too
Oh! My mama, you're running too
Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
I've been holding onto the gold
When letting go would free my hand
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
Oh! I've been tying your tongue in a knot
To wrap this death
To wrap this death in a sheet
Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
They're comin' from the woods!
Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
And mama you're running too
Oh! My mama, you're running too
Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
I can't hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many big black boots
And there were too many little brown shoes
Marching through
So I'm counting it to the sky
Oh! I'm counting it to the sky
Gold around those fingers shown
Bound for to carry home
Fond of the flattest field
But you know there are bones buried deep down below
Tatted lace frail figure graced
That has since been torn and stained
Tatted lace frail figure graced
That has since been torn and stained
And put, and put so far away, oh, so far away
Novels we don't write
Hearts been lost in flight
Skin in the black of night
Love is a sinking kite
Tatted lace frail figure graced
That has since been torn and stained, oh
Tatted lace frail figure graced
That has since been torn and stained
And put, and put so far away, oh, so far away
Gold around those fingers shown
Bound for to carry home
Suitcase filled with stones
Snow keeps me alone
Suitcase filled with stones
Snow keeps me alone, all alone
All alone, all alone
When the day, when the day falls to the light
At the end, oh the end of my time
I call to the dark take the bones off my back
And I chant to the black you were my lady divine
'Cause my children are in hiding
Mortor and pestle they grind
Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days
With songs for children to sing
Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days
With songs for children to sing
When the chairs are tucked into the fading song
And the silver of their pours has grown long
Oh, they call to the dark, take the bones off my back
And they chant to the black you were my lady divine
And they bloat like a bitter wine in their bellies
'Cause the bones have been removed
From their hunched over backs
And their children are all grown now
Mortor and pestle they grind
Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days
With songs for children to sing
Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days
With songs for children to sing
All the back roads, all the highways
Distance countries that I've passed through
Every path has lead me back to you
Every path has lead me back to you
Down by the river by the light of the moon
I feel the echo of your current in my core as I roam
As I roam, as I roam, as I roam, as I roam
Every path has lead me back to you
Every path has lead me back to you
When I'm around I want you near
Handsome fellow, will you hold me dear?
I've seen blue eyes and straight white teeth
Golden minds and sturdy feet
But every path has lead me back to you
Every path has lead me back to you
Down by the river by the light of the moon
I feel the echo of your current in my core as I roam
As I roam, as I roam, as I roam, as I roam
Every path has lead me back to you
Every path has lead me back to you
Put your hand upon my breast
My little darlin' I know of restlessness
There are things that I've seen in my head while I'm sleeping in bed
They do not wither in the morning light
I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the dry grass and the shadows
Thinking I'd like to look at your teeth lined up in perfect rows
A maze of children feeding orchard trees
Where the flat lands stretch inside your mouth
And when you laugh all the star thistles stumble out
The flat lands stretch inside your mouth
And when you laugh all the star-thistles stumble out
Strong spines of valley hills all overgrown in gold
Look softer than a spool of old silk thread
But if we walked down with our feet
I'd be pulling spines and barbs and fox tails from your skin
Oh, if we walked down with our feet
I'd be pulling spines and barbs and fox tails from your skin
There are things that I've seen in my head while I'm sleeping in bed
They do not wither in the morning light
I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the dry grass and the shadows
The sea beneath the cliff
Is the blue in my mother's eyes
That came from the blue in her mother's eyes
Thrown on down the line
By our family who worked the field
On borrowed land above the ocean
My family worked the field on borrowed land
Higher hills do not provide
For hearts born of coral and moss
Where rain won't flow beyond our stream
And water is captive to the well
There was a gentleman
I've always known his children's songs
Blue eyes were hardened by the war
But still he went on singing
Night can't hide a man
When his eyes are tearing
The night can't hide his cries
There's only a few of us left
Higher hills do not provide
For hearts born of coral and moss
Where rain won't flow beyond our stream
And water is captive to the well
I've known that age old blue
Lies in home with sirens tombs
He's left a deep desire
For a home beside the water
Shady rhythm calms the night
And that voice is never still
You know a voice is never still
And a voice is never silent
Shady rhythm calms the night
And that voice is never still
You know a voice is never still
And a voice is never silent
Higher hills do not provide
For hearts born of coral and moss
Where rain won't flow beyond our stream