Martha of Bethany (Aramaic מַרְתָּא Martâ) is a biblical figure described in the Gospels of Luke and John. Together with her siblings Lazarus and Mary, she is described as living in the village of Bethany near Jerusalem. She is the middle child of her family with Lazarus being the eldest and her sister Mary Magdalene the youngest. She was witness to Jesus' resurrection of her brother, Lazarus.
The name Martha is a Latin transliteration of the Koine Greek Μαρθα, itself a translation of the Aramaic מַרְתָּא Martâ, "The mistress" or "the lady", from מרה "mistress", feminine of מר "master". The Aramaic form occurs in a Nabatean inscription found at Puteoli, and now in the Naples Museum; it is dated AD. 5 (Corpus Inscr. Semit., 158); also in a Palmyrene inscription, where the Greek translation has the form Marthein.
In the Gospel of Luke, Jesus visits the home of two sisters named Mary and Martha. The two sisters are contrasted: Martha was "cumbered about many things" while Jesus was their guest, while Mary had chosen "the better part", that of listening to the master's discourse. The name of their village is not recorded, nor any mention of whether Jesus was near Jerusalem:
Thomas Alan "Tom" Waits (born December 7, 1949) is an American singer-songwriter, composer, and actor. Waits has a distinctive voice, described by critic Daniel Durchholz as sounding "like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months, and then taken outside and run over with a car." With this trademark growl, his incorporation of pre-rock music styles such as blues, jazz, and vaudeville, and experimental tendencies verging on industrial music, Waits has built up a distinctive musical persona. He has worked as a composer for movies and musical plays and has acted in supporting roles in films including Paradise Alley and Bram Stoker's Dracula; he also starred in the 1986 film Down by Law. He was nominated for an Academy Award for his soundtrack work on One from the Heart.
Lyrically, Waits' songs frequently present atmospheric portrayals of grotesque, often seedy characters and places—although he has also shown a penchant for more conventional ballads. He has a cult following and has influenced subsequent songwriters despite having little radio or music video support. His songs are best-known through cover versions by more commercial artists: "Jersey Girl", performed by Bruce Springsteen, "Ol' '55", performed by the Eagles, and "Downtown Train", performed by Rod Stewart. Although Waits' albums have met with mixed commercial success in his native United States, they have occasionally achieved gold album sales status in other countries. He has been nominated for a number of major music awards and has won Grammy Awards for two albums, Bone Machine and Mule Variations. In 2011, Waits was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Justin Drew Bieber ( /ˈbiːbər/ BEE-bər, born March 1, 1994) is a Canadian Pop/R&B singer-songwriter, musician, and actor. Bieber was discovered in 2008 by Scooter Braun, who came across Bieber's videos on YouTube and later became his manager. Braun arranged for him to meet with Usher in Atlanta, Georgia, and Bieber was soon signed to Raymond Braun Media Group (RBMG), a joint venture between Braun and Usher, and then to a recording contract with Island Records offered by L.A. Reid. Bieber's debut single, "One Time", was released in 2009 and peaked in the top twenty in Canada and charted in the top thirty in several international markets. His debut album, the seven-track EP My World, followed in November 2009, and was soon certified platinum in the United States. He became the first artist to have seven songs from a debut album chart on the Billboard Hot 100.
Plot
Jeremiah Ward, a hot shot New York money manager, turns off the highway, straight into his past. In rural New Hampshire, he discovers confusing clues and ghostly reminders of not only people he knew forty years ago, but of the person he once was: an idealist, a visionary, whose clarity grew dimmer with each acquisition and every brilliant move on the career chess board. Exit 22-A seems to represent a portal connecting him with the values and virtue left behind, but it turns out to be much more. Melody, the daughter he never knew, has created the entire artifice, the road map and the cast of characters, determined to test Jeremiah's true convictions and to change his life. And, in doing so, saves it.
Plot
Define Love is a short film about a teenage boy who lives an entirely managed life curtesy of his mother, Maggie. When push comes to shove Peter blames his mother for his inability to function in everyday life however Peter soon discovers things are not always as they appear.
They're Not The Typical Pair Of Friends.
Matthew: Why the fuck is there a transvestite prostitute in our house?::Steve: Matt, calm down, it's just a goddamn Asian in a pool. What are they going to do?::Matthew: They're selfish, greedy and they fucking cook better!
Matthew: We should never have trusted A.I.D.S.
Martha: I'll just go fuck someone else!
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Chester Lee must take on the coaching duties of his company's employee daughters soccer team in order to impress his boss. Desperate for success, he enlists the aid of a "ringer", his fiancées son! Wackiness ensues.
Keywords: boy-dressed-as-a-girl, boy-dressed-as-girl, cross-dressing, dressing-room, forbidden-love, girls'-soccer, mother-son-relationship, soccer, sports-team, stepfather-stepson-relationship
Getting respect is one big goal!
He's Coach... not first class.
Chester: My name is Chester, I'm great, I'm wonderful! Everybody likes me!::Redneck: Hey, Chester. My name's Harland, and to me you look like a giant asshole.::Chester: Well, if I'm an asshole there's a reason for it. You're contagious!
Matthew: No, he's not a stranger. He's just strange.
Chester: You've got to change your behavior.::Matthew: Oh and what'd I do?::Chester: What'd you do? A girl doesn't give the opposing team the finger and tell their coach, "Up yours!" A girl doesn't refer to the referee a blind bastard. A girl doesn't slap another girl on the ass and say, "You're hot stuff!" And a girl doesn't say "I gotta take a leak so bad I can taste it!"
Chester: Women are a beautiful bed of flowers. [punk girl walks by] Of course there's a weed here and there.
Chester: I dressed her son up like a girl, and invited him to play with me.
Chester: Coach Bull huh? I know your full name!
Chester: I finally got some respect!
Chester: We have a chance. Like a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest.
Chester: Get in the car quick! These heels are killing me!
Chester: What is this? A drag race!
I must be saving these days
I have no money to save
I must save health and strength
Enough to last me for a long while
I must save my nerves
And my thoughts and my mind
And the fire of my spirit
I must be saving the tears that flow
I shall need them for a long, long while
I must save endurance for these stormy days
There is so much, (strengthen me)
I need in my life, (so I'll see)
Warmth of feelings and a kind of heart
These things I lack, of these I must be saving
All these, the gifts of God
I wish to keep
How sad I should be
Wilkommen mein Faust
In die Welt von Martha
Sag' wiedersehn, bye bye Wisssenschaft
Keine Liebe
Was machst du hier, Faust ?
Mit grossen Sorgen
Ohne Liebe Martha...
Was machst du hier Faust ?
Und bist du sicher ?
Menschen graben ein Stadt
Menschen graben ein Schaft
Im lieber Martha
Im Babylonia, Im Babylonia
Meine Liebe Martha
Was ? Komm zu mir, Frau !
Zu Babylone
He don't understand
Why donb't you love wise men ?
Hey, little Martha
Bobbed hair, short teets
You're dancing a twist
That'll make his poor heart quit
Hello Mephisto, I've got a magical ring
You know I'm cold like winter I want to rest into
spring
Hi ! I read the Greeks, baby
I know quantum physics too
But a girl like you makes me kind of - silly cunts
That's why I dance alone, yes
That's why I dance alone
Like a dantzig twist
You dance alone in Babylone
And if I may hold you, I will never have you
My little Martha
What are we here for ?
With a coffee and the steering wheel in my hand
On the road again and where is it going to bring us
With the sun ahead of us, and these fuckin' hippies in the back
Nobody will ever stop us, Martha baby, I'm never going to leave you
With the stars the clouds and the moon in the sky
The hippies are sleeping but we keep on going
The road we've done and the road that's ahead of us
The things we've seen, and the things we're going to see
Hey Martha [x3]
We're going, We're going
and we're never going to stop [x2]
I as the captain, and Martha you as the boat
Once again we hit the road
Martha baby you know we're living the life of freedom
And nobody can stop us
Not even the cops... You fucking pigs!
Martha we move ahead, through summer and winter
I know that my Martha, she will get us there
With the Grim Skunk boys, we're smoking big fat joints
My friend Martha works at
the bar down the street
I don't like her like that
I just think she's pretty
She's been crying all night
talking about a boy
I said, "Martha its not some kind of contest
that says in the end, if you love someone the most
you will get to keep them"
she says, "maybe it should be. I just want someone
to run their fingers through me
like was barely tangled hair.
You could pull just a little. I swear,
I'de be better for the wear.
You could cup your hands
like you were holding something precious."
(Chorus)
But I don't want to let you go
and I don't know why. I don't know why
And I don't want to let you know
I don't know why. I don't why
But then again
There are always reasons for letting go
You're just caught in season with so little to show
Its alright. This is only life
You wrestle everything you've been
You're 16 again
You're 16.
Its such a Brave New World for my little generation
I'm just afraid we might die from a case of low expectations
We're selling joy for a promise that we won't feel sad anymore
But Martha, she likes girls now. So we got that in common
She says "If they want to love me, man, I ain't gonna try to stop 'em"
Well careful, girl. You know love is love
it can hurt all the same
Operator, number please
It's been so many years
She'll remember my old voice
While I fight the tears
Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is ol' Tom Frost
Now I'm calling long distance
Don't worry 'bout the cost
It's been twenty years or more
Now Martha please recall
And meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all
And those were days of roses
Of poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you
And all you had was me
There was no tomorrow
We packed away our sorrows
And saved 'em for a rainy day
And I remember quiet evenings
Trembling close to you
I feel so much older now
You're much older too
How's the husband
And how's the kids
You know I got married too
Lucky that you found someone
Who makes you feel secure
We were all so young and foolish
Now we are mature
I was always so impulsive
Guess that I still am
But all that really mattered then
Was that I was a man
Guess that our bein' together
Was never meant to be
But Martha, Martha, I love you
Auskunft bitte,
wo is die Martha
de i so lang scho suach.
Sie woa mei Freundin
sie hot g'les'n
in mir wia in an Buach
Hallo, hallo, do bist jo
wie war's denn
so die ganze Zeit
Martha, kumm, erinner di
i waß ois no
so wie heit.
Ref.:
Des woan die schönen Zeiten
Rosen und Zärtlichkeiten
und wos wir woll'n hob'n
des woast du fia mi
und i für di
Ka Gestern und ka Morg'n
nur heute und kane Sorg'n
wir war'n jung
und wir hab'n glaubt
es geht so weiter - Ende nie
Du bist verheirat
wos i waß
i hoff es geht da guat
I bin no immer
derselbe Zigeuner
wo i bin, da will i fuat
Dreiß'g Joa oder no mehr is her
lang scho jedenfalls
Komm trink ma an
Kaffee miteinander
und red ma über ois
I woa immer so impulsiv
i glaub i bins no heit
doch i bin nimmer
auf Konfrontation aus
des legt si mit der Zeit
Damois woa ma so, so jung
und heut san ma so reif
doch i hob immer
nur dich geliebt
wos i heute erst begreif
Paul Kantner)
Patiently;
Martha she listens for the ticking of my footsteps,
She sifts the hairy air that's worn and woodswept,
Pleasantly;
She does as she pleases,
She listens for me;
Martha she calls to me from a feather in the meadow,
You can dance and sing and walk with me;
"Fly to me:"
And dreams will fade and shadows grow in weed;
She does as she pleases,
Her heels rise for me;
as she murmurs to her feet,
My love, she talks to winking windows,
Thoughtfully;
Caught for me;
She separates in laughter to my side,
She does as she pleases,
Her heels rise for me;
and it's waiting there for me;
Martha , she keeps her heart in a broken lock,
What a great thing to be free;
She weeds apart through a token lock;
She weeps time, starts unspoken;
But when the gate swings,
There she'll be,
there she'll be
In green sun;
Under warm sunning showers.
On blue earth;
Operator number please.
It's been so many years.
And she'll remember my old voice.
While I fight the tears.
Hello, hello there is this Martha?
This is old tom frost.
And I am calling long distance.
Don't worry about the cost.
It's been 40 years or more.
Now Martha please recall.
And meet me out for coffee.
Where we'll talk about it all.
And those were days of roses.
Poetry and prose and Martha.
And all I had was you and all you had was me.
And there was no tomorrow's.
As we packed away our sorrows.
And we saved it for a rainy day.
And I feel so much older now.
And you're much older too.
Oh how's the husband how's the kids?
You know that I got married too!
Oh lucky that ya found someone.
to make ya feel secure.
Oh cause we were all so young and foolish.
And now we are mature.
And those were days of roses.
Poetry and prose and Martha.
And all I had was you and all you had was me.
And there was no tomorrow's.
As we packed away our sorrows.
And we saved it for a rainy day.
And I was so implusive.
I guess that I still am.
But all that really mattered then.
Was that I was a man.
I guess that our being together.
Was never meant to be.
Oh but Martha, Martha I love you.
Can't you see.
And those were days of roses.
Poetry and prose and Martha.
And all I had was you and all you had was me.
And there was no tomorrow's.
As we packed away our sorrows.
And we saved it for a rainy day.
And I remember quiet evenings.
Trembling close to you.
Operator number please
It´s been so many years
And she´ll remember my old voice
While I fight the tears
Hello, hello there is this Martha ?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don´t worry ´bout the cost.....
It´s been 40 years or more
Now Martha please recall
And meet me out for coffee
Were we´ll talk about it all
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you !
And all you had was me !
And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....!
And I feel so much older now
And you´re much older too
Oh, how´s the husband and how´s the kids
You know that I got married too.....?!
Oh, lucky that you found someone
To make you feel secure
Oh we were all so young and foolish
Now we are mature.....
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you !
And all you had was me !
And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....!
And I was always so impulsive
I guess that I still am !!!
But all that really mattered then
Was that I was a man !
I guess that our being together
Was never meant to be
Oh, but Martha, oh Martha I love you !
Can´t you see.....!!!
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
All I had was you !
And all you had was me !
And there was no tomorrow´s
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day.....!
And I remember quiet evenings
With a coffee and the steering wheel in my hand
On the road again and where is it going to bring us
With the sun ahead of us, and these fuckin' hippies in the back
Nobody will ever stop us, Martha baby, I'm never going to leave you
With the stars the clouds and the moon in the sky
The hippies are sleeping but we keep on going
The road we've done and the road that's ahead of us
The things we've seen, and the things we're going to see
Hey Martha [x3]
We're going, We're going
and we're never going to stop [x2]
I as the captain, and Martha you as the boat
Once again we hit the road
Martha baby you know we're living the life of freedom
And nobody can stop us
Not even the cops...You fucking pigs!
Martha we move ahead, through summer and winter
I know that my Martha, she will get us there
With the Grim Skunk boys, we're smoking big fat joints