A pocket is a bag- or envelope-like receptacle either fastened to or inserted in an article of clothing to hold small items. Pockets may also be attached to luggage, backpacks, and similar items. In older usage, a pocket was a separate small bag or pouch.
In European clothing pockets began by being hung like purses from a belt, which could be concealed beneath a coat or jerkin and reached through a slit in the outer garment.
The word appears in Middle English as pocket, and is taken from a Norman diminutive of Old French poke, pouque, modern poche, cf. pouch. The form "poke" is now only used dialectically, or in such proverbial sayings as "a pig in a poke".
Historically, the term "pocket" referred to a pouch worn around the waist by women in the 17th to 19th centuries, mentioned in the rhyme Lucy Locket. Also called a hanging pocket.
"Pocket" is also a term for a sack in which hops were stored, generally with a capacity of 168–224 lb (76–102 kg).[citation needed]
A watch pocket is a small pocket designed to hold a pocket watch, sometimes found in men's trousers and waistcoats and in traditional blue jeans. A besom pocket is a pocket cut into a garment instead of being sewn on. These pockets often have reinforced piping along the slit of the pocket, appearing perhaps as an extra piece of fabric or stitching. Besom pockets are found on a tuxedo jacket or trousers and may be accented with a flap or button closure. Camp pockets are pockets which have been sewn to the outside of the garment. They are usually squared off and are characterized by seaming.
Ryan Lewis | |
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Ryan Lewis (back) performing with Macklemore (front) at Sasquatch! Music Festival |
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Background information | |
Born | (1988-03-25) March 25, 1988 (age 24) Spokane, Washington, U.S. |
Origin | Seattle, Washington, U.S. |
Genres | Hip hop |
Occupations | Producer, DJ |
Years active | 2006–present |
Associated acts | Macklemore |
Website | rlewis.com |
Ryan Lewis (born March 25, 1988) is an American music producer, musician, music video director, photographer, graphic designer, rapper and DJ currently based in Seattle. He is best known for his collaboration with American rapper Macklemore (Ben Haggerty) producing Macklemore & Ryan Lewis — The VS. EP (2009), The Heist (2012) and a handful of other singles. Since the beginning of their collaboration in late 2008, Ryan has produced, recorded, engineered and mixed all of the music, directed music videos ("Same Love", "Thrift Shop", "And We Danced", "Otherside (Remix)"), designed visuals (album art, web design, posters) and DJed the live show.
In a recent mini-documentary, Lewis recalled meeting Macklemore for the first time. "When I met him, it was a really different time. It was less than a year after [2005's] Language of My World had come out. So he had buzz. For me being a young kid, it was very exciting to link with him. The bulk of our original relationship was photo shoots. I became kind of his photographer."[1]
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On October 9, 2012, Macklemore & Ryan Lewis released The Heist. The album debuted at #2 on the Billboard charts and #1 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums and Top Rap Albums, selling 78,000 copies in the first week.[2] The album also debuted at #1 on iTunes Digital Albums chart.[3] The duo's album has received more than 1 million plays on SoundCloud, 70 million YouTube views and was accompanied by a sold-out 50-date U.S. and Canadian tour.[4]
(All credited to Macklemore & Ryan Lewis)
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US [5] |
US R&B [6] |
US Rap [7] |
AUS [8] |
BEL (FL) [9] |
CAN [10] |
FR [11] |
NZ [12] |
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The Heist (with Macklemore) |
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2 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 175 | 4 | 186 | 24 | |
"—" denotes a recording that did not chart or was not released in that territory. |
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The VS. EP |
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The VS. Redux |
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US [15] |
US Alt. [16] |
US R&B [17] |
US Rap [18] |
AUS [8] |
CAN [19] |
FRA [20] |
GER [21] |
IRL [22] |
NZ [12] |
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"My Oh My" (with Macklemore) |
2010 | — | — | — | — | — | — | — | — | — | — | The Heist | |
"Wing$"[A] (with Macklemore) |
2011 | — | — | 57 | — | — | — | — | — | — | — | ||
"Can't Hold Us" (with Macklemore featuring Ray Dalton) |
113 | — | 39 | — | — | — | 186 | — | 24 | — | |||
"Same Love"[B] (with Macklemore featuring Mary Lambert) |
2012 | 117 | — | 36 | — | 1 | — | — | — | — | 1 | ||
"Thrift Shop" (with Macklemore featuring Wanz) |
1 | 17 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 4 | 50 | 13 | 1 | |||
"—" denotes a recording that did not chart or was not released in that territory. |
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Name | Lewis, Ryan |
Alternative names | |
Short description | American music producer |
Date of birth | March 25, 1988 |
Place of birth | Puyallup, Washington, U.S. |
Date of death | |
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Radric Davis (born February 2, 1980), better known by his stage name Gucci Mane, is an American rapper. He debuted in 2005 with Trap House and followed with albums such as Hard to Kill in 2006, Trap-A-Thon and Back to the Trap House in 2007. In 2009, his second studio album The State vs. Radric Davis was released, and The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted was released in 2010, and is his highest charting album so far. Gucci Mane has released many other mixtapes and independent albums as well.
While serving a six-month jail term for assault in late 2005, Davis was charged with murder, though the charges were later dropped due to a lack of evidence. In 2009, he served a year-long county jail sentence for violating probation for his 2005 aggravated assault conviction.
Davis was born in Birmingham, Alabama, and later moved with his single mother to Atlanta. He enjoyed writing poetry as a child, and began rapping at age 14.
In 2005, Davis released his independent debut album entitled Trap House, which featured the successful single "Icy" with Young Jeezy. Disputes over the rights to this single caused a rift between the two artists. Hard to Kill followed in 2006. Hard To Kill included the hit single "Freaky Gurl". The song peaked at number 12 on the Hot Rap Tracks, number 19 on the Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs, and at number 62 on the Hot 100.
Natasha Anne Bedingfield (born 26 November 1981) is a British pop singer and songwriter. Bedingfield debuted in the 1990s as a member of the Christian dance/electronic group The DNA Algorithm with her siblings Daniel Bedingfield and Nikola Rachelle. Throughout the 1990s and early 2000s, Bedingfield recorded rock and gospel songs for the Hillsong London Church, while Daniel went on to enjoy success with hits "Gotta Get Thru This" and "If You're Not the One".
Bedingfield released her first album, Unwritten, in 2004. The album contained primarily up-tempo pop songs and was influenced by R&B music; it enjoyed international success with more than 2.3 million copies sold worldwide and she received a Grammy Award nomination for "Best Female Pop Vocal Performance" for the title track "Unwritten". Bedingfield's second album, N.B. (2007), was less successful but yielded the UK top 10 singles "I Wanna Have Your Babies" and "Soulmate". N.B. was not released in North America, but six tracks from it were included with seven new ones and released in 2008 as her third studio album Pocketful of Sunshine, with the singles "Love Like This" and "Pocketful of Sunshine" earning success on the charts. In December 2010, Bedingfield released her third album in North America named Strip Me.
Plot
A Woman once controlled by a mysterious entity uncovers a shocking secret about her past and must face the demon that is lurking inside of her.
Your mind is a prison of your own making
Plot
Phoebe escapes her post collegiate existence in Brooklyn for a weekend at her Dad, Charles', country home. Upon arriving, she discovers that not only has Charles started to build a new life of his own (without her), but that creatures besides deer lurk in the surrounding woods.
Here comes Pockets
His trousers hold a thousand deadly sins
The maddest things we ever found in bins
He clutches them and looks at you and grins
Here comes Pockets
The children wary of what they may contain
The linen may have changed, the contents same
A trouser-treasure island with no name
And socially at the platform that the timetable forgot
Picking up used tickets in a station of have-nots
When you're on that train of thought
You pass some pretty funky stops
When you're on that train of thought
You pass some pretty funky stops
That's the Pocket, let him be - That's the Pocket, let him be
Here comes Pockets
Picking up the things we cannot see
A bicycle, a dame, a Christmas tree
Things of no value to you or me
Here comes the Pockets
Reduced through history to just a crawl
History turns the tall into the small
But natural born trawlers love to trawl
And the guitar of his dreams hangs upon some wall
Or laying underneath the staircase in a hall
We can carry dreams but we can't hold them all
That's why we learn the Blues before we actually fall
That's the Pocket, let him be
That's the Pocket, let him be
And he's clinging on to hope
Like the oak tree to the gale
'Cause finding one love letter in a sky high jumble sale
The blossoms are falling,
Making a white path across the grass
Thunderheads are building, your skin tightens
And you wait for the flash
Across the street, the boys are laughing
As they wash each other's cars
They turn up the hip-hop
White boys
Rapping with the black stars
Are you in the pocket of the moment in this particular second
Screwed into the socket of the moment in this particular second
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment
Overhead a rumble, it's not thunder,
It's a 747
The postman grumbles, it's past eleven
The street is sixth
It should be seventh
You hear the chiming of the ice cream truck
Rambling like in a dream
I hear your footsteps behind me
The sweetest eddy in the stream
Are you in the pocket of the moment in this particular second
Screwed into the socket of the moment in this particular second
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment
Are you in the pocket of the moment in this particular second
Screwed into the socket of the moment in this particular second
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment
Are you in the pocket of the moment in this particular second
Screwed into the socket of the moment in this particular second
Where time cannot be reckoned
I reach in my pockets while you were climbing rockets now,
two dirty right-handed gloves.
I sleep by the bedside with a nasty dream in my eye,
I'd hate to wake you now.
A pile of my pants is lying crumpled by the mattress,
it's pushing arms length now.
I reach in my pocket, for the bed,
tried not to rock it, I'd hate to wake you now.
Yeah, the pile of myself is lying crumpled by the mattress,
just push it arms-length away.
I saw you by the planet, did she mean to rock it?
It's just to cover it up.
Half asleep in the arms of you,
and I know the end is on us, bearing down.
Yeah, you are the one that I cannot own,
and I feel this as another way to die.
Half alive in the arms of you,
and I know the end is on us, bearing down.
Yeah, you are the one that I cannot own,
and I feel this as a lonely way to die.
See you in the pocket, only time will tell
See you in the pocket, only time will tell
Ice is on the window (Ice is on the window), time will tell
Ice is on the window (Ice is on the window), time will tell
Can you really love me? Only time will tell
Can you really love me? Only time will tell
Ice is on the window (Ice is on the window), time will tell
Ice is on the window (Ice is on the window), time will tell
See you in the pocket, only time will tell
Can I live without you? Only time will tell
Do you really love me? Time will tell
Do you really love me? Time will tell
See you in the pocket, only time will tell
See you in the pocket, only time will tell
Can I live without you? (Can I live without you? ) Time will tell
Can I live without you? (Can I live without you? ) Time will tell
[Hook]x
Mane look at my pocket I ain't gonna stoppin look at my pocket, look at my pocket., look at my pocket I ain't gonna stoppin look at my pocket look at my pocket look at my pocket I ain't gonna stoppin look at my pocket look at my pocket look at my pocket I ain't ganna stoppin look at my pocket look at my pocket.
[Verse 1]
My pockets stay lo cause I have a lotta dough when I losse I make mo and I keep it on da flo I buy my own house and I buy my own clothes and I have my own carz and I have my own stoe I got 50 hoes on my car 22'; s niggas look and drool cause they can't do what I do they wish they were me see what I can be capatial letter M stands for monie.
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
My money always stay fat I keep it in a big stack what I losse I earn it back I never slip up a slack I make enough of my dough when I walk it out I make moe look at that gurl she my ho look at that gurl that my ho the monie I be spendin is hundreds and 50's yes I have plenty and you kno this you can watch me do my step don't you kno that I'm da best with that gucci belt my monie will nt melt.
Anata no POKKE ni ojama shite
Futari wo tsunagu te no himitsu wo
Dare ni mo shirarenai you ni
Sotto ai wo fukamete kita
Kawaru koto shiranai atashi no kimochi wa
Kono saki nannen tatta to shite mo
Anata wo itoshiku omotte
Sotto ai wo fukameru wa
Anata no omoni toka ja nakute
Areyasui anata no te wo atatamete age you
Itsumo soba ni iru kara
Anata no POKKE ni ojama shite
Sei no takai anata no naname kao
Miageru to massugu mae wo mite
Tama ni terete warau
Ganbatte tsukuru atashi no ryouri
Subete tairagete kureru
Yasashii anata no kokoro tsukai ni
Tama ni terete warau
Anata no futan toka ja nakute
Korekara atarashiku mata futari de aruite ikou
Futari de suteki ni narou
Sekai de ichiban suki de makeru ki ga shinai yo
Kono POKKE no naka
Itsumo soba ni iru kara
If you stand tall
With your back
To the door
Then it's
Your own fault
When you get knocked
To the floor
You may have
Fooled me once
But I've got
A pretty damn
Good memory
It's a small world
What a type cliche
But it's a small world
How many times can I say
That everything
You do will end up
Coming right back
Around again
And if you don't know
That by now
Then I feel quite
Sorry for you
I'm sorry for you
Yeah
The people
That you keep around
Well
You learn from them
And they learn from you
So keep
Your friends close
And your enemies
In your pocket
Yeah
Keep your friends close
And your enemies
In your pocket
When you just
Might start
To melt them down
I come around
So keep
Your friends close
And your enemies
In your pocket
It's a long haul
To the front of the line
And you get there
In your own sweet time
But there's
Always somebody
Who decides
To cut right
In front of you
A wide eye
Looking for
A ticket to ride
It's a long night
I hope you make it
Out alive
You can't spend
Your whole life
Worrying about
What's behind you
And if you don't know
That by now
Then I feel quite
Sorry for you
I'm sorry for you
Yeah
The people
That you keep around
Well
You learn from them
And they learn from you
So keep
Your friends close
And your enemies
In your pocket
Yeah
Keep your friends close
And your enemies
In your pocket
When you just
Might start
To melt them down
I come around
So keep
Your friends close
And your enemies
In your pocket
And it's
A lively colour
Not black and white
But some people think
They're the ones
Who got it right
In a room so full
Well
You have to be
A little more flexible
And if you don't know
That by now
Then I feel quite
Sorry for you
I'm sorry for you
Yeah
The people
That you keep around
Well
You learn from them
And they learn from you
So keep
Your friends close
And your enemies
In your pocket
Yeah
Keep your friends close
And your enemies
In your pocket
When you
Just might start
To melt them down
I come around
So keep
Your friends close
And your enemies
Take these silver bullets, I don't need them now
Well I ran through this canyon, and they're laying me down
Sentimental words are for the pigs and cows
We're not allowed to find our fill
Killing times were not that bad
They kept us locked inside our heads
And after beating back the dread
We had to laugh cause every grain of sand
Had a supporting hand in what was said
And I said
That you're dead
And you deny it
Killing floor had metal slabs
The blood we lost fell through the cracks
The crowd that formed below us clapped
Their faces blank, and we just sat in line
And thought of better times, before the end
Before you left
Before you said
That you were faking it
And then I said
You're dead
And I said