Acadiana, or The Heart of Acadiana, (Cajun French: L'Acadiane) is the official name given to the French Louisiana region that is home to a large Francophone population. Of the 64 parishes that make up Louisiana, 22 named parishes and other parishes of similar cultural environment, make up the intrastate region.
The word Acadiana reputedly has two origins. Its first recorded appearance dates to the mid-1950s, when a Crowley, Louisiana, newspaper, the Crowley Daily Signal, coined the term in reference to Acadia Parish, Louisiana.
However, KATC TV-3 in Lafayette independently coined "Acadiana" in the early 1960s, gave it a new, broader meaning, and popularized it throughout south Louisiana. Founded in 1962, KATC was owned by the Acadian Television Corporation. In early 1963, the ABC affiliate received an invoice erroneously addressed to the Acadiana Television Corp. Someone had typed an extra "a" at the end of the word "Acadian." The station started using it to describe the region covered by its broadcast signal.
Ronald William "Ron" Howard (born March 1, 1954) is an American film director, producer and former child actor. He came to prominence playing Opie Taylor in the sitcom The Andy Griffith Show for eight years, and later the teenaged Richie Cunningham in the sitcom Happy Days for six years. He appeared in the films American Graffiti in 1973 and The Shootist in 1976, the latter during his run on Happy Days. Howard made his directorial debut with the 1977 comedy Grand Theft Auto, and left Happy Days in 1980 to focus on directing. His films include the Academy Award-winning Cocoon, Apollo 13, How the Grinch Stole Christmas and A Beautiful Mind. In 2003, he was awarded the National Medal of Arts. Asteroid 12561 Howard is named after him.
Howard was born in Duncan, Oklahoma, the son of Jean Speegle Howard, an actress, and Rance Howard, a director, writer and actor. His father was born with the surname "Beckenholdt", and had taken the stage name "Howard" by 1948, for his acting career. Rance Howard was serving three years in the United States Air Force at the time of Ron's birth. The family moved to Hollywood in 1958, the year before the birth of his younger brother, Clint Howard. They rented a house on the block south of the Desilu Studios, where The Andy Griffith Show would later be filmed. They lived in Hollywood for at least three years, before moving to Burbank.
Defaced you stand
A single nobody in a mindless crowd
Surrounded by a system
Where corruption triumphs
Here every suspended solid
Rests on top of our affliction
Grieving silence
A lament to our own death!
Shut down your eyes and ears
Protect them from the truth
Avoid reality to suit your pitiful life
An alliance of deception
A conformist masterplan!
Grieving silence
A lament to our own death!
Ignorance pawn
You care for nothing, but your self
Just for what prosperity demands
But you can smash their greed for power
Theories of superior existence
An ancient relic of human vanity
A trigger for abnormal social behaviour
Faith is a mind disease
An instrument of torture
Forcing man to suppress his own instincts
The nature of Cain
Was the final design
For the creation of man
Lurking in the most secret paths
Of the human subconscious
The Dogma of Cain
Faith in God killed the trust to man
As Cain did to his own brother
The best seller of cheap hope
In a sick bargain of life denial
The nature of Cain
Was the final design
For the creation of man
Lurking in the most secret paths
Of the human subconscious
The Dogma of Cain
And there...
Within the silent vertigo of Babel's fall
Arose the fear for the uncertainty of demise
And upon it were built
Churches and temples
The nature of Cain
Was the final design
For the creation of man
Lurking in the most secret paths
Of the human subconscious
Noir and moments of change
Shadows swim in the lakes of chaos
As I redeem the hopes in my grasping hand
I feel my glacial prison quiver!
Questions? Swarming through my mind
These words descent from desolate realms
Seeking ways to reach my devastation
Forlorn I have foreseen the dark
Shall dwell in the fortress of past
Whispering n your ears
Holding the back of your neck
Judging their infinite lies
Tempting your self for the end
In my moments of faith
My aura kneels to embrace me
I subtracted life with my grasping hand
As I perceive my prison... Shatter!
Forlorn I have foreseen the dark
Shall dwell in the fortress of past
Forlorn I have foreseen the dark
Whispers in the dark
A window with no view
The Lies they told you were true
Their love gave birth to a spark
In fathomless depths
There where logic dissolves
into the obscurity
of instinct-driven behaviour
One challenges oneself
to defy
From non-canonical patterns
Randomly picked from endless streams
Massive figures are formed to recreate
Facts that already exist
or not...
In fathomless depths
One's dreams are manufactured
One shall silently surrender to them
For dreams are the most
Kafkaesque manifestation
An essence drawn beneath the surface
Coiled into human form a Human Serpent
Craved it's form for human flesh
But still inside a rigid reptile
Until we die
Force fed we swallow
A vicious way of living
Born from the seed of deception
Came this unexpected guest,
A human serpentine
Initiation to an eerie convention
The feelings unfaithful
And unable to feel the change
Until we die
Force fed we swallow
A vicious way of living
No escape from materialistic frontiers
Now everything gets a whole new meaning
Hunted but still straw
Initiation and grinding infestation!
Encounters between those who stand for faith
As everything shatters,
Blood gives a warm flow
Terror but nothing to fear
The thirst finally won the test
No hope to stand against
Until we die
Force fed we swallow
A vicious way of living
Venomous serpentine and evil
Struggling upon the Threshold that leads from sanity to nightmare
Not knowing that your altered perception blackens the Freedom
Of your Terrible Mind
Of the very existence
You're fighting to deny
Haunted by murderous demons and guided by your own fears
You seek haven between the shadows of your true enemy
Of your only enemy
The one that lies
The images are all the same
A moving spiral that devours
All consciousness and truth
An altered state of mind
Experiment on mass hypnosis
Your own inescapable inertia!
Go on and spit your lies
Seduce / Provoke / Defile
Every precious truth...
A rosebud in your dangerous hands
Under a storm of information
Minds succumb to gradual possession
To be used and then reformed
A passive service for the "righteous"
A place for the void to rest
A means for the incapable... to rule!
Go on and spit your lies
Seduce / Provoke / Defile
Every precious truth...
A rosebud in your dangerous hands
Entertainment through torture
The infliction of psychosomatic pain
Deifying every suspended solid
A basis for corruption to spread
A method to discard all guilt
What a marvelous beauty that is
That of an incomprehensible abyss
As astonishing as the sun,
Yet so hideous in it's vagueness
What an agony to exist
Balancing between matter and nihil
As simple as the feel of the wind
Yet vast like a cosmic ocean
How the subconscious is able to provide
A layer that severs perception from nothing
An amalgam of incoherent entities
That form the essence of life
Dwelling on the brink of void
In the shade of the eyelid
A scarlet shape crawls
Inside the eyes a projection
An organic machine
Slowly molding reality
The pendulum demands
To cherish the relentless pace of time
Amidst eleven dimensions
Matter collapses to the glint of a moment
The failure of the abyss
It's inability to judge
Beyond the terms of it's likeness
Bound to it's very being
An eagle untethered in it's cage
Pondering upon the human potential
The social reflection of the abyss
Condemned to be biased against it's own existence
Still meant to transcend it's natural limits
In the shade of the eyelid
A scarlet shape crawls
Inside the eyes a projection
An organic machine