Solomon (Hebrew: שְׁלֹמֹה, Modern Shlomo Tiberian Šəlōmō ISO 259-3 Šlomo; Arabic: سليمان Sulaymān, also colloquially: Silimān; Greek: Σολομών Solomōn), according to the Book of Kings and the Book of Chronicles, a King of Israel and according to the Talmud one of the 48 prophets, is identified as the son of David, also called Jedidiah (Hebrew יְדִידְיָהּ) in 2 Samuel 12:25, and is described as the third king of the United Monarchy, and the final king before the northern Kingdom of Israel and the southern Kingdom of Judah split; following the split his patrilineal descendants ruled over Judah alone. In the Qur'an, he is considered as a major Prophet, known as Sulaiman, son of David.
The Hebrew Bible credits Solomon as the builder of the First Temple in Jerusalem, and portrays him as great in wisdom, wealth, and power, but ultimately as a king whose sin, including idolatry and turning away from Yahweh, leads to the kingdom being torn in two during the reign of his son Rehoboam. Solomon is the subject of many other later references and legends.
The Queen of Sheba (Hebrew: מלכת שבא, Malkaṯ Šəḇâ in Biblical Hebrew; Malkat Sh'va in Modern Hebrew; Ge'ez: ንግሥተ ሳባ, Nigiste Saba (Nəgəstä Saba); Arabic: ملكة سبأ, Malikat Sabaʾ) was a monarch of the ancient kingdom of Sheba and is referred to in Ethiopian history, the Bible, the Qur'an, Yoruba customary tradition, and Josephus. She is widely assumed to have been a queen regnant, although there is no historical proof of this; in fact, she may have been a queen consort. The location of her kingdom is believed to have been in Ethiopia and Yemen.
The queen of Sheba has been called a variety of names by different peoples in different times. To King Solomon of Israel she was the Queen of Sheba. In Islamic tradition she was called Bilqis or Balqis by the Arabs, who say she came from the city of Sheba, also called Mareb, in Yemen or Arabia Felix. The Roman historian Josephus calls her Nicaule. The Ethiopian people claim her as Makeda or Maqueda. She is thought to have been born sometime in the 10th century BC. Her lineage was part of the Ethiopian dynasty established in 1370 BCE by Za Besi Angabo, which lasted 350 years; Makeda's grandfather and father were the last two rulers of this dynasty. Makeda's mother was known as Queen Ismenie. In 1005 BCE, Makeda's father appointed her as his successor from his deathbed.
Iron Solomon is a Rapper, Producer, and Songwriter from New York City. Born into a family of musicians, and having practically grown up in the studio, his music career is more destiny than decision. Widely respected as one of the premier battle/freestyle rappers in the world, Solomon dropped his debut album "Monster" March 27 via Duck Down Music Inc.
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Edge is a 2013 independent post-apocalyptic science fiction short film in which a post-apocalyptic world is torn apart because of the use of a synthetic drug, known as "Edge." The serum grants it's users terrible and destructive abilities, but at the cost of a lethal addiction. A skilled assassin and an escaped prisoner with incredible strength must stop the drug company that produces Edge and save their world from annihilation.
Keywords: abuse, action-hero, blood, blood-spatter, brutality, combat, corpse, cutting, dead-body, death
Barrett: Is there another way out?::Cat: Can you break through walls?::Barrett: Well it would depend on how thick the walls are...::Cat: Then we're good.::Barrett: Fate of the world in the hands of a kitten. Great.
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Alex is a young guy from Spain, who lives in Santa Monica, California. One day, he falls in love with a girl in an old Polaroid and decides to look for her, even if he doesn't have a clue about who she is, her whereabouts or how long ago the picture was taken... As the days go by, the search will lead Alex to his deceased grandfather whom he loved so much and to the most secret and authentic corners of his soul...
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A young Ethiopian man falsely marries an Ethiopian woman so she can get her green card. In return he hopes to fulfill his dream of opening a coffee shop with the money her family pays him. During the thirteen months they spend waiting for her green card, they both ultimately discover there are more important things in life than green cards and coffee shops.
Keywords: coffee, dream, ethiopian, fashion, green-card, los-angeles-california, modelling
She needed the card. He needed the cash. The American Dream just got a little more complex.
Inspired by true events.
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Years ago, Sam Bodine barely survived his first encounter with Mexican drug kingpin Carmen Vasquez, and when Sam's nephew Garrett Bodine went after Carmen for it, Garrett was sent to prison for assault. Now,Sam runs a hangout with his fiancée Jenny, and Garrett is longing for the day when he is released so he can once again see his fiancée Tracy-and he may get that chance. Carmen's brother Pablo Vasquez is murdered in his cell at the Arizona prison that Garrett is in, and Carmen arrives in Los Angeles, where Sam lives, to make everyone responsible for sending Pablo to prison pay, and Sam's former partner, DEA agent Jack Slade, gets Garrett an early release so Garrett and Sam can go after Carmen.
Keywords: arizona, bare-chested-male, bare-chested-male-fighting, bench-press, blindfold, bodybuilder, bound-and-gagged, camper, chain-gang, chase
There are no rules... there are no laws.
Garret Bodine: Let her go!::Carmen Vasquez: You will come in now... or I will separate this lovely head from this magnificent body.
Carmen Vasquez: And now we will begin the hunt. Sam, you and Garret will have fifteen minutes to go as far and as fast as you can. Then we will come for you... and we will kill you.::Garret Bodine: What about Tracy?::Carmen Vasquez: I will keep her... as a spoil of war.
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Shortly before his death in ancient Israel King David has a vision from God telling him that his younger son Solomon should succeed him as king. His other son Adonijah is unhappy and vows to attain the throne. Meanwhile the Egyptian Pharoah agrees to cede a Red Sea port to the Queen of Sheba is she can find a way to destroy Solomon, whose wisdom and benevolent rule is seen as a threat to more tyrannical monarchs in the region. Sheba, Pharoah, Adonijah, the leaders of the Twelve Tribes and his own God make life difficult for Solomon who is tempted by Sheba to stray.
Keywords: 10th-century-b.c., altar, ancient-israel, armor, army, assassin, attack, based-on-book, based-on-novel, based-on-the-bible
Behold! The love story of the ages!
Only once in 3000 years...anything like...
Adonijah: You and your Sheban slut have defiled the fair name of Israel.
Pharaoh: And how will you destroy Solomon?::Sheba: It is said that Solomon is wise. But no matter how wise he may be, he is still human, with a human weakness.::Pharaoh: Surely the way of a woman is beyond understanding.::Sheba: The way of a woman is simple, my lord. It is always to follow the way of a man.
Abishag: How interesting your encampment is. Are your people always so carefree and gay?::Sheba: We enjoy life and pleasure. Don't you?::Abishag: Oh yes, we do. But we are... an austere people. We tend to be more serious.::Sheba: And your king... is he also serious?::Abishag: King Solomon has a great responsibility.
Solomon: In the last few days, I have shown you much of Israel. But you have not told me anything of your own country.::Sheba: At the moment, my own land seems as distant as the stars.::Solomon: In my youth, I used to dream of visiting all the faraway kingdoms of the earth.::Sheba: And now, instead, the rulers of those countries come to you.
Solomon: From the first, I knew that behind those lovely eyes is the brain of a very clever woman, who could never have traveled eight hundred leagues without a purpose.::Sheba: You have found me out. How could I hope to deceive you? I have been trying to entrap you, with these (shakes arms), to bind you with soft chains, so that I may do with you as I will.::Solomon: Every woman demands a price from a man.
Solomon: Nothing must come between us.::Sheba: Not even our gods? I knew this moment would come, for the things we believe in are not the same.::Solomon: I had hoped that in time you would come to accept Jehovah.::Sheba: As King of Israel, would you abandon the god of your people for mine?::Solomon: Still, I dared hope.
Elder: I charge you, Solomon, to cleanse yourself of this iniquity you have permitted to spawn in Israel.::Another elder: Abjure this woman and her idolatries. Tear down the obscene abomination she has erected!
God: But if he turn away and forsake my statutes, then I will pluck them up by the roots out of my land which I have given, and this house which is high shall be an astonishment to everyone who crosseth it, so that he shall say, "Why has the Lord done naught onto this land and onto this house?" And it shall be answered, "Because they forsook the Lord God of their fathers, which brought them forth out of Egypt, and raised them on hallowed grounds, and worshiped them, and served them - therefore has he brought all this evil upon them."
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Nell Bowen, the spirited protege of rich Lord Mortimer, becomes interested in the conditions of notorious St. Mary's of Bethlehem Asylum (Bedlam). Encouraged by the Quaker Hannay, she tries to bring support to reforming Bedlam, but the cruel Master Sims who runs it has her committed there. The inmates, however, have the last say.
Keywords: african-american-child, apothecary, aristocrat, asphyxiation, asylum, b-movie, bedlam, big-belly, christian-subtext, cockatoo
Sensational Secrets of Infamous Mad-house EXPOSED! (1946 one-sheet poster)
Lord Mortimer: A capital fellow, this Sims, a capital fellow.::Nell Bowen: If you ask me, M'Lord, he's a stench in the nostrils, a sewer of ugliness, and a gutter brimming with slop.
I'm not your baby, no I'm not your girlSo why all this
fuss and fight
You'd rather King Solomon tore me in two
Than let another man hold me tonight
Ooo It's not about love
Ooo You know it's never been about love
It's just your pride, and she'll be your only bride
Ooo You know it's not about love
Ooo You know it's never been about love
It's always a tragedy with me and you
So why do we even try
I'd rather Solomon tore me in two
Than have to say goodbye again to you
Ooo It's not about love
Ooo You know it's never been about love
It's just circumstance, and are we going to take that
chance
Ooo You know it's not about love
Ooo You know it's never been about love
While I'm searching for the final verse
Something in these words I rehearse
Say I'd rather Solomon tore us in two
Than leave in anger in a year or two
We've got stars in our eyes but our feet won't leave
the ground
I was the moon you were the sun
But when the sun rises to meet the moon
He'll arrive to find she's gone
Ooo It's not about love
Ooo You know it's never been about love
It's just circumstance, and are we going to take that
chance
In the distance
Hidden from sight - patiently
Waiting for me
Part of the night - enemy mine
This horizon
Darkness and light - opposites
Drawn together, one forever
Wrong and the right - enemy mine
Now is the time to decide......
Don't answer me with the same old questions
Don't patronise with those tired old solutions
I've heard these before, I've been here before
Don't pay me back with the same old deceptions
Don't give me facts
and predictable suggestions
I've heard these before, I've been here before
Then you're screaming all the time
You don't listen any more
When you threw out the hope
with the dustbin liners
You were standing alone
with your coat of kindness
Covered in mud - it was soaked in my blood
When you fed me to the lions
in your personal arena
And you watched till the cries
and the prayers grew weaker
Head in my hands - Dripping tears in the sand
The roar of the lions
As the victim lies damned and alone.......
When agony comes
more from hope than failure
Look further than
your preconceptions,
expectations
Where the power
of the mind can
take you out
beyond this reach
Higher than the dull
and simple world you
know so well
Back to paradise.......
Who keeps the child - Tell
me which is the mother?
The need in her eye,
and the eyes of the other
and I've seen this before,
I've been here before
Cut the child in half,
give a piece to each woman
A desparate chance,
the last hope has fallen
Just like before,
I've felt this before
And the gurgles of laughter
echoes once more in my
heart
So I lie down in my mothers arms
And I cry in my mothers arms, praying
Praying for the end to come.....
A friend to come and rescue me - right now
So I listen to my mother's voice
And I listen to the
Only choice she had to make
Living fear cold and naked
Throw me away? Don't throw me away
"Take the child - it's yours!"
Was the only thing she could have said.....
Does it matter to you?
In the lion's cage we're all the same
Does it matter to you?
It's a child's game with a child's name
Does it matter to you?
If I place the blame upon your shoulders
Don't try to fool the world
Don't try to rule the world again.....
Throw away my life in the fireplace
With the old love letters
And the Nottingham laces;
Trying to forget the warm embraces
Video suppers and the funny faces
Does it matter to you?
Does it matter to you?
Does it matter to you?
Does it matter at all?
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Alexandre Pérusse
In the distance
Hidden from sight - patiently
Waiting for me
Part of the night - enemy mine
This horizon
Darkness and light - opposites
Drawn together, one forever
Wrong and the right - enemy mine
Now is the time to decide
Don't answer me with the same old questions
Don't patronise with those tired old solutions
I've heard these before, I've been here before
Don't pay me back with the same old deceptions
Don't give me facts and predictable suggestions
I've heard these before, I've been here before
Then you're screaming all the time
You don't listen any more
When you threw out the hope with the dustbin liners
You were standing alone with your coat of kindness
Covered in mud - it was soaked in my blood
When you fed me to the lions
in your personal arena
And you watched till the cries
and the prayers grew weaker
Head in my hands - Dripping tears in the sand
The roar of the lions
As the victim lies damned and alone
When agony comes more from hope than failure
Look further than your preconceptions, expectations
Where the power of the mind can take you out beyond this reach
Higher than the dull and simple world you know so well
Back to paradise...
Who keeps the child - Tell me which is the mother?
The need in her eye, and the eyes of the other
and I've seen this before, I've been here before
Cut the child in half, give a piece to each woman
A desperate chance, the last hope has fallen
Just like before, I've felt this before
And the gurgles of laughter are echoes once more in my heart
So I lie down in my mothers arms
And I cry in my mothers arms, praying
Praying for the end to come
A friend to come and rescue me - right now
So I listen to my mother's voice
And I listen to the
Only choice she had to make
Living fear cold and naked
Throw me away? Don't throw me away
"Take the child - it's yours!"
Was the only thing she could have said
Does it matter to you?
In the lion's cage we're all the same
Does it matter to you?
It's a child's game with a child's name
Does it matter to you?
If I place the blame upon your shoulders
Don't try to fool the world
Don't try to rule the world again
Throw away my life in the fireplace
With the old love letters
And the Nottingham laces;
Trying to forget the warm embraces
Video suppers and the funny faces
Does it matter to you?
Does it matter to you?
Does it matter to you?