A soprano is a voice type with a vocal range (using scientific pitch notation, where middle C = C4) from approximately middle C (C4) to "high A" (A5) in choral music, or to "soprano C" (C6, two octaves above middle C) or higher in operatic music. In four-part chorale style harmony, the soprano takes the highest part, which usually encompasses the melody. For other styles of singing see voice classification in non-classical music.
Typically, the term "soprano" refers to female singers but at times the term "male soprano" has been used by men who sing in the soprano vocal range using falsetto vocal production instead of the modal voice. This practice is most commonly found in the context of choral music in England. However, these men are more commonly referred to as countertenors or sopranists. The practice of referring to countertenors as "male sopranos" is somewhat controversial within vocal pedagogical circles as these men do not produce sound in the same physiological way that female sopranos do. The singer Michael Maniaci is known to refer to himself as a true male soprano because he is able to sing in the soprano vocal range using the modal voice as a woman would. He is able to do this because his larynx never fully developed during puberty.
Kenza Farah (born July 8, 1986) is an Algerian singer. She is considered[by whom?] the second internet success story in the French music industry, after Yelle. Her album Authentik, released in 2007, went gold in its second week.
Born into a family of six children, Kenza Farah born in Bejaia (Kabylie - Algeria) but grew up in the 15th arrondissement of Marseille. At age 14, she began playing shows neighborhood and wins singing contest. Following the singing competition, Kenza Farah meet the producers that allow it to record some songs in the studio, including Mon Ange, Tresor and Il ma trahie. It is then noticed by the producer Abdel.B which allows him to sign the production of an album in December 2006 with an independent label, Karismatik.
Authentik is an album of R & B, Hip Hop Soul and French, written and performed by French-Algerian singer Kenza Farah. The album contains 18 tracks (including two on the reissue) and guest appearances with Sefyu, Le Rat Luciano, Idir, Big Ali and The Silence of the Mosques. It was released June 11, 2007 in France.
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The reverberation chamber, this tremendous, unfamiliar space, moves those who walk over its threshold into an overflow of mystical awe.Yet it is but a measuring tool for those who explore the boundaries of the physics of sound. Unbeknownst to us, the reverberation chamber is an obligatory rite of passage for most of the objects we use in our daily lives. The film is based on the interaction between the almost-holy, aesthetic elevation of a once-off musical performance that can only be played within the chamber, and the sheer mathematical aloofness of its 'priest'.
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The reverberation chamber, this tremendous, unfamiliar space, moves those who walk over its threshold into an overflow of mystical awe.Yet it is but a measuring tool for those who explore the boundaries of the physics of sound. Unbeknownst to us, the reverberation chamber is an obligatory rite of passage for most of the objects we use in our daily lives. The film is based on the interaction between the almost-holy, aesthetic elevation of a once-off musical performance that can only be played within the chamber, and the sheer mathematical aloofness of its 'priest'.
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A mysterious gunman, Aman, is the son of a nun who breaks her covenant with God to ensure his survival. This act brings a curse upon Aman - all those that die by his gun will return. Soon, he is hunted by a gang of his undead former victims, led by the vicious Kansa. Aman enlists Fabulos, a new young warrior, to fight by his side.
Keywords: one-word-title, zombie, zombie-with-gun
Live by the gun. Die by the gun. Come back for more...
Kansa: [to Apollo Jones] Forgive me, father, for I have skinned.
Aman: Legend goes that somewhere beneath these mountains lies a gateway between heaven and hell. It is said that a sacred sisterhood guards this portal and the power of their prayers keeps the damned from tormenting the living. Trouble with the damned is... they never stay put.
Aman: [to Hool] Do you remember me?
Aman: Where is he?::Hool: He did not come. Still, he eludes you.
Deputy: What piece of you can I buy for a dollar?::Angel: My pity.::Deputy: I was being kind.::Angel: I like my men... heartless.
Angel: What's a girl gotta do to get rescued around here?
Fabulos: You that good, or was that a lucky shot?::Aman: Lucky for you.
Marshall Gaza: I was once a sinner...::Angel: Damn right, you were! Cherry Gaza. You all virgin eater!::Marshall Gaza: You whore of Babylon! You painted cat! You womb of vipers! The smell of Jezebel has no power over me now!
Kansa: [skinned] I'll be needin' a shirt.
Kansa: You can't go wrong with white.
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Clara, a beautiful American opera singer seeks a fresh start in Rome. She meets Oliver, a disillusioned young English tour-guide, whose frivolous advances are an enticing but ominous breath of fresh air. With a sense of excitement back in her life, the two flirt with irresponsibility until the consequences can no longer be ignored: Clara becomes pregnant. Oliver lacks both strength and desire to face up to their predicament. Alone and flustered Clara rapidly finds her world spiraling out of control, as the reality of her carefree existence comes tragically crashing home. The foreseeable cycle of events are overseen by the understanding Giuseppe, who runs a bar near the Vatican City. His brother, Luca, is an angry and frustrated tour-guide, who ironically feels threatened by foreigners. Both brothers sense the inevitable catastrophe approaching: both are powerless to prevent it. The ephemeral wave of expatriate romances rolls on. As Oliver leaves, another young idealist arrives. Clara is left to struggle with the sweeping delights and ensuing drama that the lifestyle inherently dictates. With Rome as their playground, the characters and events expose the deep composition of the Italian mantra. 'La Bella Figura' is Italy's soul; the essence of appearance over substance.
Keywords: expatriate, rome-italy, traveler
Is it all on the surface?
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Happy Singh lives in Jassi Villa with his wife, Jassi, and a young son. He has rented his rooms to Tom, who is deaf; and Harry who is dumb. When the twosome are unable to pay the rent, his wife asks Deepak alias Dick, who is blind, to join the duo and share the rent. When Dick arrives, the three find out about an attractive girl next door, Celina, and each does his best to make her his sweetheart. In the midst of Sushmita Sen, Aishwarya Rai, and Priyanka Chopra being crowned beauty queens in international contests, international criminal don, Soprano, has taken it upon himself to abduct young girls and sell them overseas. The lives of our three friends falls apart when Celina is abducted by Soprano and the three must band together to free her, little knowing that they will soon be pitted against Bollywood's most dreaded criminals, Shakaal (Saan); Gabbar Singh (Sholay); and Mogamba (Mr. India) in addition to the indestructible Soprano and his men.
Keywords: character-name-in-title
Meet Tom... he can see... he can speak... but cannot hear...
Meet Dick... he can speak... he can hear... but cannot see...
Meet Harry... he can hear... he can see... but cannot speak...
You can't ignore them!
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Brothers Vincent (rich) and Clay (poor) meet up for the first time after their father's funeral and remark on how similar they look. But unknown to Clay, who thinks his life is taking a turn for the better, Vince is actually plotting to kill him with a car bomb and pass the corpse off as his own, planning to start a new life elsewhere with his father's inheritance. But Clay survives the blast and has his face, memory and identity restored in hospital... but are they the right ones?
Keywords: amnesia, betrayal, evil-twin, film-theory, identity-swapping, independent-film, neo-noir, suture, twin
A thriller where nothing is black and white.
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All Tess Trueheart wants is to settle down to a quiet life with her boyfriend, detective Dick Tracy. But there's something pretty rotten going on in town, with someone pretty rotten behind it, and Tracy has his hands full with the likes of villain Big Boy Caprice and with the almost irresistable Breathless Mahoney.
Keywords: action-hero, alternative-reality, arrest, attempted-murder, bank, based-on-comic, based-on-comic-strip, blockbuster, brawl, breakup
Their turf. Their game. Their rules. They didn't count on HIS law...
I'm on my way.
Big Boy Caprice: You get behind me, we all profit; you challenge me, we all go down! There was one Napoleon, one Washington, one me!
Big Boy Caprice: Around me, if a woman don't wear mink, she don't wear nuttin'.::Breathless Mahoney: Well, I look good both ways.
[Breathless pours a drink for Dick Tracy]::Dick Tracy: I'm on duty.::Breathless Mahoney: What's your day off?::Dick Tracy: Sunday.::Breathless Mahoney: It's a big world... must be Sunday somewhere.
Breathless Mahoney: Aren't you gonna frisk me?
Dick Tracy: No grief for Lips?::Breathless Mahoney: I'm wearing black underwear.::Dick Tracy: You know, it's legal for me to take you down to the station and sweat it out of you under the lights.::Breathless Mahoney: I sweat a lot better in the dark.
Big Boy Caprice: All right, that's enough! I want 'em dead, both of 'em. I want this no-face character dead and I want Tracy dead. What's the matter, you bums forgot how to kill people? Doesn't your work mean anything to you anymore? Have you no sense of pride in what you do? No sense of DUTY, no sense of DESTINY? I'm looking for generals; what do I got? Foot soldiers! I WANT DICK TRACY DEAD!
Big Boy Caprice: Wait a minute! Wait. I'm having a thought. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. I'm gonna have a thought. It's coming... It's gone.
Breathless Mahoney: I know how you feel. You don't know if you want to hit me or kiss me. I get a lot of that.
Big Boy Caprice: Don't tell me about my boys messin' up the Tracy rub-out. They were being tested, they flunked. Now they're just flunkies, like you! I don't care if Tracy puts one and one together, don't matter to me. You're still workin' for me. You're on my side. You're not out! You're *not* out! When you are dead, then you are out! You are mine, I own you!
Big Boy Caprice: You know, Dick - You mind if I call you "Dick"? My associates here would very much like to see you have a little accident. But I tell 'em, "No. I'll take care of Tracy myself," I tell 'em. You know why? I want you on my side!::[Itchy hands Big Boy a suitcase. Big Boy takes out of it a large wad of cash]::Big Boy Caprice: And let me tell you what my side is. My side is a lifetime of action and adventure with no clock to punch. It's treating that gal of yours 100%. She should be treated like a princess. Protected like a baby.::Dick Tracy: You gonna put *all* that money down there?::Big Boy Caprice: Fifteen thousand clams.::[Big Boy drops the money on the table. The Kid watches from the small window]::Big Boy Caprice: It's a deal.::[Big Boy pushes the money toward Tracy]::Itchy: Fifteen thousand clams.::[Tracy takes the money. The Kid gapes in disbelief, sad and disappointed to see his hero take the bribe. Itchy chuckles]::Big Boy Caprice: Welcome to new waters, Dick! We're gonna run one hell of a ship with you aboard. There's a big world out there, and it's up for sale. All of it. All we gotta do is make sure that the people know I'm the one big enough to run it.::Dick Tracy: [dryly] And that you are guilty of attempting to bribe an officer of the law.::[Tracy throws all the money back in Big Boy's face. The Kid smiles, realizing Tracy never meant to take the bribe money. The thugs grab hold of Tracy]::Itchy: Hey, hey!::Flattop: Not so fast, coppa.::Big Boy Caprice: [angrily] You dumb dick!
Furihajimeta tooriame ga atashi no kata wo tsumetaku nurasu
Hoho wo tsutau sono shizuku wa namida da to shitte ware ni kaeru
Kakechigaeta kotae ga futari no ai wo kaeta
Kako ni modoru chikara mo nai kuse ni tsuyogari no kodou wa naru
Ano hi mitsuketa koi no kakera wa atashi no naka de itsuka kieta no?
Mou nido to todokanai anata no te wo omoidasu riyuu sae mou nai no?
Furisosogu ame wa tada yasashiku koboreochiteku namida wo kabau
Yuugure ga tsuredashita ame no kaori sore dake ga yuiitsu yasashii...
Oshikoroshita namidagoe wa yowayowashiku mo mada furuete
Uso nan da to waraitai no ni saigo no kotoba wa mou kienai
Futari de hanashita yume hajimete tsunaida te mo
Tada subete ga hitasura mune no oku genjitsu wo shimetsukeru
Ano hi todoita koi no mahou wa anata no naka de kitto kieta no
Deatta ano koro no yume wo sagasu imi no nai koto datte wakatteru
Mou sukoshi dake soba ni itai to ano toki naze sou ienakattarou...
Saegiru you ni mo kikoeta yon moji iwanaide to negatta no ni...
Arukidashita atashi no hohaba wa ano hi yori mo futashika da keredo
Obotsukanai kutsu oto ni mimi wo sumasu itsuka mata waraiai aeru kana
Meguri meguru ikujuu no jikan wa soredemo atashi no takaramono de
Nani hitotsu iro asenu omoide dake kono mune ni sotto shimaou
Je n'ai pas eu la vie de Ricky, pas de lits en Ferrari
Mais plutôt des lits superposés cassés dans la nuit
Je suis de ces petits qu'ont grandit avec Michael Jackson
Et l'esprit pervers de Niki Larson
A l'école j'étais un Bart Simpson
Bob Marley dans le casque, on planait sur Kingston
Nos grands frères vivaient comme Tanguy
Et nos darons sur fauteuil se prenaient pour Al Bundy
Dans les poches c'était le Sahara
La daronne rentrait du taff avec les larmes de princesse Sara
Mes potes s'arrachent, les neurones fument
Et ont la têtes plus grosse que dans le Collège Fou-Fou-Fou
Nos soeurs sont belles qu'elles aient ou pas le foulard
Si tu les cherches, elles deviennent des Myriam Lamare
Mai, assis sur un banc, la tête dans les nuages, attend
Qu'il m'arrive quelque chose de grand
Assis sur un banc comme bien souvent
La tête dans les nuages, comme toi j'attends
Qu'il m'arrive enfin quelque chose de grand, yeah, yeah
Les étoiles filantes passent pas souvent
Mais j'ai appris à être patient
Car je sais que Dieu est grand
Chez moi ont grandit comme Luc pour finir comme Anakin
Y a ceux qu'investissent dans le look, ceux qui vendent de la résine
Moi j'ai choisit la musique, celle de l'oncle Sam
Pour avoir de la chance, toucher le mic comme toucher les armes
J'ai vécu dans la cabine de Phone Game
Avec au bout du fil, les couplets d'Iam et d'N.T.M
J'ai laissé mon A.D.N sur tous les micros
Mais c'est pas toujours avec les as qu'on remporte le pot
Donc j'ai taffé mes textes, mon univers
Pour que ma musique rassemble plus de monde que Zuckerberg
Hein, tu sais pour rapper
Faut connaître la pointure de sa vie pour trouver chaussure à son pied
Donc j'écris mes textes sans faire le Mesrine
On m'a prédit les chèques, aujourd'hui je les signent
C'est vrai que j'ai quitter le banc
Mais toujours la tête dans les nuages en attendant quelque chose de grand
Assis sur un banc comme bien souvent
La tête dans les nuages, comme toi j'attends
Qu'il m'arrive enfin quelque chose de grand, yeah, yeah
Les étoiles filantes passent pas souvent
Mais j'ai appris à être patient
Car je sais que Dieu est grand
Je n'ai mendié aucune couronne au rap français
Je n'écoute pas son discours mais celui du mec debout sur un minaret
On m'a appeler Soprano par rapport à l'appel à la prière
Pas par rapport à Tony du New Jersey
J'ai pas changé
Tu peux me croiser le vendredi le front posé sur la chaussée de ton quartier
Bien sûr que je traîne moins au quartier
A l'âge que j'ai, ma fille me veut au près d'elle ou en train d'enregistrer
Ils n'ont jamais demandé d'avoir un père célèbre
Donc je fais tous pour être présent pour ses petits zèbres
C'est fou comme les choses changent
Avant je jouais ma vie sur des notes noires, aujourd'hui sur des blanches
Je t'avoues des fois le succès ça me rend félé
Je veux pas me plaindre c'est la vie dont je rêvais
Moi le mélancolique, avec le temps
Je prends conscience de vivre quelque chose de grand
Assis sur un banc comme bien souvent
La tête dans les nuages, comme toi j'attends
Qu'il m'arrive enfin quelque chose de grand, yeah, yeah
Les étoiles filantes passent pas souvent
Mais j'ai appris à être patient
Car je sais que Dieu est grand.
ZAKARY, ZAKARY!
Montes,ques' tu fais
Il pleut arettes de t'entrainer maintenant, ÇA SUFFIT !
- Non, faut que j'continue encore, faut que j'm'entraine encore, faut
que j'devienne plus fort. En tous cas j'continuerai jusqu'a que je
devienne comme que toutes ces stars que j'ai en poster, moi rêver je
n'ai que sa !
Moi j'veut, j'veut, j'veut piquer comme une abeille comme Mohamed Ali
a QinJasah !
Humilier les bouffons avec une Panenka.
Avoir un royaume comme Pelé
Etre un sparciate dans la mélée comme chabal ou Foé.
J'veut avoir un tour d'avance comme Schumi!
Courir dans la victoir comme ...
Je serre la ceinture pour avoir des gane pour tirer la langue à la
concurence comme Jordan!
Où je veut laisser ma trace comme Féderer
Où je veut servir des aces,
Etre titulaire car je mérite ma place
Fair mon tour de France sans avoir les veines d'Amye Whynhouse.
Je veut les esclats magic de Johnson
Avoir l'or pas comme Mariane John
Pour m'arreter y'a personne
L'histoire m'entendra je lui arracherai l'oreille comme Tayson
Quoi qu'il arrive aujourd'hui je suis pret a la vivre ma VICTORY,
Pour atteindre mon objectif je suis pret a mourir VICTORY
Il suffit d'un moment (ohh), il suffit de rien (ohh)
Pour arriver à ma VICTORY
Quoi qu'il arrive aujourd'hui je suis pret a la vivre VICTORY
Pas pret de jeter les gants ou de chauffer le banc ou d'etre élégant
envers mes concurents
Que j'soit petit ou grand
L'or et le cran d'un Basil Boli face à l'équipe du milan
Oui nette, J'ai les dents qui raye la pelouse comme Luc Alfan jirai
toujours
Vers ce le marchand [...]
J'veu rester dans les mémoires comme Sena
Partir la tete haute à la Cantona
Garder mon éthique
Avoir une réussite génétique comme la famille Noah
Etre la fierté d'un pays comme Weah
Serrer mes potes comme Oscar de la Hoya
Donc voila pourqoui j'ma bat
Moi j'relache pas, car rêver moi je n'ai qu'ça
Quoi qu'il arrive aujourd'hui je suis pret a la vivre ma VICTORY,
Pour atteindre mon objectif je suis pret a mourir VICTORY
Il suffit d'un moment (ohh), il suffit de rien (ohh)
Pour arriver à ma VICTORY
Quoi qu'il arrive aujourd'hui je suis pret a la vivre VICTORY
VICTORY, Moi rêver je n'ai que sa
VICTORY, Moi rêver je n'ai que sa
Quoi qu'il arrive aujourd'hui je suis pret a la vivre ma VICTORY,
Pour atteindre mon objectif je suis pret a mourir VICTORY
Il suffit d'un moment (ohh), il suffit de rien (ohh)
Pour arriver à ma VICTORY
Quoi qu'il arrive aujourd'hui je suis pret a la vivre VICTORY