Debris /dɨˈbriː/ is rubble, wreckage, ruins, litter and discarded garbage/refuse/trash, scattered remains of something destroyed, or, in geology, large rock fragments left by a melting glacier etc. The singular form of debris is debris. Depending on context, debris can refer to a number of different things.
In geology, debris usually applies to the remains of geological activity including landslides, volcanic explosions, avalanches, mudflows or Glacial lake outburst floods (Jökulhlaups) and moraine, lahars, and lava eruptions. Geological debris sometimes moves in a stream called a debris flow.
In forests, coarse woody debris (CWD or CWH) refers to dead trees, left standing or fallen, and the remains of branches on the ground.
In streams and rivers, large woody debris (LWD) are the logs, sticks, branches, and other wood.
In mining, debris called attle usually consists of rock fragments which contain little or no ore.
a large place of a beach
Marine debris applies to floating garbage such as bottles, cans, styrofoam, cruise ship waste, offshore oil and gas exploration and production facilities pollution, and fishing paraphernalia from professional and recreational boaters. Marine debris is also called litter or flotsam and jetsam. Objects that can constitute marine debris include used automobile tires, detergent bottles, medical wastes, discarded fishing line and nets, soda cans, and bilge waste solids.
Ronald Frederick "Ronnie" Lane (1 April 1946, Plaistow Maternity Hospital, Plaistow, East London – 4 June 1997) was an English musician, songwriter, and producer who is best known as the bass guitarist and founding member of two prominent English rock and roll bands; the Small Faces where he was nicknamed "Plonk", (1965–69) – and, after losing the band's frontman, Faces, with two new members added to the line up, (from The Jeff Beck Group), who dubbed him "Three-Piece" (1969–73). It was for his work in both the Small Faces and the Faces that Lane was inducted posthumously into the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame in 2012.
Subsequently Lane collaborated with other musicians, leading his own bands as well as pursuing a solo career while remaining close to his former bandmates. In the late 1970s he was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis and, despite charity projects and financial support from friends, former bandmates and fans, Lane, after suffering from the disease for 21 years, died at 51.
Frank Vincent Zappa (December 21, 1940 – December 4, 1993) was an American composer, singer-songwriter, electric guitarist, recording engineer, record producer and film director. In a career spanning more than 30 years, Zappa wrote rock, jazz, orchestral and musique concrète works. He also directed feature-length films and music videos, and designed album covers. Zappa produced almost all of the more than 60 albums he released with the band The Mothers of Invention and as a solo artist. While in his teens, he acquired a taste for percussion-based avant-garde composers such as Edgard Varèse and 1950s rhythm and blues music. He began writing classical music in high school, while at the same time playing drums in rhythm and blues bands; he later switched to electric guitar.
He was a self-taught composer and performer, and his diverse musical influences led him to create music that was often impossible to categorize. His 1966 debut album with The Mothers of Invention, Freak Out!, combined songs in conventional rock and roll format with collective improvisations and studio-generated sound collages. His later albums shared this eclectic and experimental approach, irrespective of whether the fundamental format was one of rock, jazz or classical. His lyrics—often humorously—reflected his iconoclastic view of established social and political processes, structures and movements. He was a strident critic of mainstream education and organized religion, and a forthright and passionate advocate for freedom of speech, self-education, political participation and the abolition of censorship.
Kanye Omari West ( /ˈkɑːnjeɪ/; born June 8, 1977) is an American musician, film director and fashion designer. West first rose to fame as a producer for Roc-A-Fella Records, where he eventually achieved recognition for his work on Jay-Z's album The Blueprint, as well as hit singles for musical artists including Alicia Keys, Ludacris, and Janet Jackson. His style of production originally used pitched-up vocal samples from soul songs incorporated with his own drums and instruments. However, subsequent productions saw him broadening his musical palette and expressing influences encompassing '70s R&B, baroque pop, trip hop, arena rock, folk, alternative, electronica, synthpop, and classical music.
West released his debut album The College Dropout in 2004, his second album Late Registration in 2005, his third album Graduation in 2007, his fourth album 808s & Heartbreak in 2008, and his fifth album My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy in 2010. West released a collaborative album, Watch the Throne with Jay-Z in 2011, which is the duo's first collaborative album. His five solo albums, all of which have gone platinum, have received numerous awards and critical acclaim. As of 2012, West has won a total of eighteen Grammy Awards, making him one of the most awarded artists of all-time. All albums have been very commercially successful, with My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy becoming his fourth consecutive No. 1 album in the U.S. upon release. West has had 5 songs exceed 3 million in digital sales as of July 2011, with "Gold Digger" selling 3,086,000, "Stronger" selling 4,402,000, "Heartless" selling 3,742,000, "E.T." selling over 4,000,000 and "Love Lockdown" selling over 3,000,000 placing him third in overall digital sales of the past decade. He has sold over 30 million digital songs in the United States making him one of the best-selling digital artists of all-time.
(ronnie lane)
I left you on the debris
At the sunday morning market
You were sorting through the odds and ends
You was looking for a bargin
I heard your footsteps at the front door
And that old familiar love song
Cause you knew you’d find me waiting there
At the top of the stairs
I wouldn’t of went back
Just to see how far it was
And you looked shocked to tell me
But I had to love her myself
Theres more trouble at the depot
With the general workers union
And they said they’ll never change a thing
Well they won’t fight and their not working
Oh you was my hero
Hell you are my good friend
(I’ve been there and back)
And I know how far it is
But I left you on the debris
Now we both know you got no money
And I wonder what you would have done
Without me hanging around
Darling, baby
Don't say maybe
Disobey me, I'll be
Like a bad penny
I twist the truth
I love your youth
You're losing grip
Take a trip, you,
You're going down
Going down
You're going down
Like fallen angels
I will mesmerise
You will paralyse
Framed in your game
Slowly fading
No one knowing
We are through
Count your blessings
Count to eighteen
Souls to perish
For a few stolen dreams only
As we've walked down the alley
On the misty afternoon
No one looked back nor forward
The city walls felt distant
Never at our reach
We're sentenced to your world
You're going down
You're going down
With me
You're going down with me
I will mesmerise
You will paralyse
I left you on the debris
At the Sunday morning market
You were sorting through the odds and ends
You was looking for a bargain
I heard your footsteps at the front door
In that old familiar love song
Cause you knew you'd find me waiting there
At the top of the stairs
I went there and back
Just to see how far it was
And you, you tried to tell me
But I had to learn for myself
There's more trouble at the depot
With the general workers union
And you said they'll never change a thing
Well, they won't fight and they're not working
Oh you was my hero
Now you are my good friend
I've been there and back
And I know how far it is
But I left you on the debris
Now we both know you got no money
And I wonder what you would have done
Debris
While he was asleep holding her hand
The dreams smouldered
She opened her heart, he tore it apart
Gazed into his smile
He said he had constraint
He was ostracised and feint
She had gone over and under
A tattoo of a loser
These are the rings that fell apart
These are the things that tore his heart
These were the dreams that he was causing
These were the gleams that she was pausing
We're nothing but debris
Floating on a silver lake
There's nothing left to take
As we slowly fall apart
We unite you through me
As we separate with fate
We're nothing but debris
Her words confound, dim and unsound
Daring the logic
Defying off-hand, nothing unplanned
Phase into the vile
Let me speak again, pursue the praise - not too soon
In two yields construed by me and you
Tracing the cause and case
As we stand here face to face
Simple twofoldness is our brace
That makes it feel like you and me
Opportunity isn't what we lost
We have lost our senses
Walk with me now to another place
Darling, baby
Don't say maybe
Disobey me, I'll be
Like a bad penny
I twist the truth
I love your youth
You're losing grip
Take a trip, you,
You're going down
Going down
You're going down
Like fallen angels
I will mesmerise
You will paralyse
Framed in your game
Slowly fading
No one knowing
We are through
Count your blessings
Count to eighteen
Souls to perish
For a few stolen dreams only
As we've walked down the alley
On the misty afternoon
No one looked back nor forward
The city walls felt distant
Never at our reach
We're sentenced to your world
You're going down
You're going down
With me
You're going down with me
I will mesmerise
You will paralyse
Like fallen angels
A fresh start
Let me walk around your ball park
A fever we can learn from
Now just breathe it in
It's ok
To want
To have
To take
So embrace the one
You can't replace
She's the only woman
Soft spot
Shaking from the knees up
Got me screaming sneak a peak
Into my life dear
Now just breathe it in
In my sea
She's the water
When my ship is going down
She's my north wind
When I go south
She knows how far I’ll go.
It's ok
To want
To have
To take
Embrace the one
You can't replace
Embrace the one
Who held your fate
Embrace the one
You can't replace
Written by: Das, Savale, Pandit, Zaman
Spread power with words
The gold that you stole
The pillage and the plunder
Is it any wonder that we're here?
It ain't no mystery
The fecting and the shooting
That's the real history
We're only here 'cos you were there
Consequences of your global pillage
I never had the feeling to either destroy or conquer
I sift to the debris you left in your wake
When you pushed us in to third place
When the truth is uncovered and the story's been told
you won't be able to look me in the face .....
We're only here 'cos you were there
Here in England a global village
Consequences of your global pillage
Master D chat it up ....
I sift to the debris you left in your wake
When you pushed us in to third place
When the truth is uncovered and the story's been told
you won't be able to look me in the face .....
You treated my mother's land
just like one big plantation
You did this to the African
You did this to the Asian
Famine was caused not by god but taxation
The fruits of our labour were used to build your nation
Sucking us dry - our country's natural juice
Yes our underdevelopment was caused by your abuse.
Gonna check the missing pages
We'll be adding up the numbers
We'll be looking for witnesses so they can tell our brothers
We'll be using the technology
Jammin' with it consciously
(Ronnie Lane)
I left you on the Debris
At the Sunday morning market
You were sorting through the odds and ends.
You was looking for a bargain
I heard your footsteps at the front door,
And that old familiar love song,
Cause you knew you'd find me waiting there
At the top of the stairs.
I went there and back
Just to see how far it was
And you, you tried to tell me
But I had to learn for myself.
Theres more trouble at the depot,
With the general workers union
And you said, ";They'll never change a thing.
Well, they won't fight and their not working.";
Oh you was my hero
How you are my good friend
I've been there and back
And I know how far it is
But I left you on the Debris
Now we both know you got no money.
And I wonder what you would have done
Without me hanging around.
This sun or this morning's star sinks
Into the blind spot of temples
Would we drift off the defaced map
If we rose and dogged its profound plunge
We chase ourselves on phantom
Legs and the dirt that grows them
If, ransacking the ziggurat's
Shabby bricolage of shops,
We defile the virgin dust
And the chemist's mouldy balm,
Overtake the queue of bones
For the sanctum's cut-rate bargains,
Would for this alone
The dome collapse upon us?
We chase our past
But pass our chase
It is the arcane, glamourous dummies
That scan us
The arcane, glamourous intercom
That hems
It's the neon script that reads
It's us who are being read.
We are almost on display for sacrifice
Everything ends
At least that's what we hope for
Plagued by our past
And we're doomed to repeat ourselves
Afraid of the thoughts that dance in revolutions
And circle the mind like a snake
Binding me
I'm just trying to feel something
Cold and stale
Searching for warmth inside of every promise wasted
You wrap yourself around me
But I can only sense your presence
You're nothing but a carcass
I've never felt more alone than I did on those nights
I spent watching you sleep
You're the furthest thing from me
And you've been there from the start
An empty shell
You're vacant and it scares me to death
One by one
I watched them leave me behind like living debris
Fortunately, I know that I'm not worth it
In my purest form, I was never good enough for anyone
Why did I think that this time it'd be different?
I came bearing only the beat of my heart
And the best of my intentions
Now I've said too much
Panting on this couch
Skin is burning off
Hand inside my top
Tell me not to stop
This will leave a scar
Fingers falling hard
I'm a kitten on a wire
Crazy little liar
Hate myself
Taste myself
Hush, hush
Nothing's what it seems
When you talk you make me cream
Took the choice away from me
I am restless on the phone, phone
Nothing's what it seems
Nothing but debris
Helene lay down with a stranger on her last night
In that beautiful town, it felt so right
He had an air dark and mysterious
He had something else infinitely more serious
He never told her
She went back home to Paris feeling gorgeously rested
When a minor infection, had to get her blood tested
The doctor called her into his office and he said
Ma chere, you are HIV positive
No one to hold her
When the walls come tumbling down
When the walls come crumbling down
See the pieces of your life
Lying scattered shattered on the ground
You know, Joshua loved his lady like anything
He worked so hard to give her what she wanted
He took her on a vacation to the island
Where she met a rich man and said 'Josh,
I'm not coming home with you
There was nothing he could do
Chorus
There's one thing they don't teach
At any university
It's how to deal with
love's a materialtake me on
sun rambles overshare
we don't have long
hold on tight
the stars are going out
love the next moon
the hard shine weighs me down
keep it together man
i can't be wrong
i'm always paranoid
i don't belong
don't go, whisper to me
we don't have time for tv
i'll stop predicting debris
if we don't have to be three
the stars are going out
love the next room
before it spun around
i'll stop my joking
if we move on
i'm not a patient boy
Rumours wearing clothes
And seconds passing in events
Everything and anything
Is going on inside her head
It seems to shake
Right off of her frame, ah
It could awaken those in deepest comas
And outrun the crippled
Tease death with every encounter
Flicking at it's elbows
Making it care, ah
And like the ocean colliding with a boulder
It explodes
With all she'd come to know
Scattered in the debris, debris
Scattered in the debris, debris
Blinding babies effortlessly
While trying to hear the deaf
Powdering her gums and nose
For a rush of blood instead
It seemed to shake
Right off of her frame, ah
And like the ocean colliding with a boulder
It explodes
With all she'd come to know
Scattered in the debris, debris
Scattered in the debris, debris
Oh it seems to shake
Oh it seems to shake
Right off of her frame
Oh it seems to shake
And like the ocean colliding with a boulder
It explodes
With all she'd come to know
Scattered in the debris, debris
Scattered in the debris, debris