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Patrick Fiori (born Patrick Jean-François Chouchayan on 23 September 1969 in Marseille, France) is a French singer.
Fiori was born to an Armenian father (Jacques Chouchayan) and a Corsican mother (Marie Antoinette Fiori) in Marseille, France. When he was only 12 years old, he was offered his first role in the musical La légende des santonniers. At the age of 17, he recorded his first single, entitled "Stéphanie". In 1993, Fiori came fourth place in the Eurovision Song Contest with the song "Mama Corsica". The following year, his first album was released, entitled Puisque c'est l'heure. His successful audition for the musical Notre Dame de Paris enabled him to originate the role of Phoebus both onstage and in the recording studio. With Daniel Lavoie and Garou, he recorded the successful song "Belle". The following year, Patrick signed a contract with Sony and recorded his 3rd album Prends Moi (Take me). Patrick finally decided to end his role in Notre Dame de Paris in the year 2000 in order to dedicate more time to his fourth album, Chrysalide. Two years after, his fifth album was released and in 2008 the album Les choses de la vie was released, followed by the most recent album "L'instinct masculin". His 2007 single "4 Mots sur un piano" was number one in the French charts for 2 weeks.
Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie DBE (née Miller; 15 September 1890 – 12 January 1976) was a British crime writer of novels, short stories, and plays. She also wrote romances under the name Mary Westmacott, but she is best remembered for her 66 detective novels and more than 15 short story collections (especially those featuring Hercule Poirot or Miss Jane Marple), and her successful West End plays.
According to the Guinness Book of World Records, Christie is the best-selling novelist of all time. Her novels have sold roughly four billion copies, and her estate claims that her works rank third, after those of William Shakespeare and the Bible, as the most widely published books. According to Index Translationum, Christie is the most translated individual author, with only the collective corporate works of Walt Disney Productions surpassing her. Her books have been translated into at least 103 languages.
Agatha Christie published two autobiographies: a posthumous one covering childhood to old age; and another chronicling several seasons of archaeological excavation in Syria and Iraq with her second husband, archaeologist Max Mallowan. The latter was published in 1946 with the title, Come, Tell Me How You Live.
Plot
Lee Umstetter is a lifer at San Quentin prison and a multiple suicide attempter. Eventually, another prisoner suggests reading to find something better to do with his time. Lee takes that advice and finds himself inspired from what he reads to write a play about life in prison. He has auditions and assembles a cast from his fellow inmates. The play proves popular and it catches the attention of a female reporter who writes about it, creating publicity that allows for a parole for him. Once out, he later reassembles his cast when they come out to do the play professionally. However, they learn that the demands of the life outside are difficult to cope with for the newly released and their play needs to be changed in major ways while they struggle to make it succeed.
Keywords: actor, based-on-true-story, ex-convict, female-frontal-nudity, female-nudity, independent-film, interrupted-sex, male-nudity, nudity, one-word-title
Feel what it's like from the inside.
Lookin back on all i put you thru
to much of a thug nigga to tell you that i love you (i love you)
i know that i made mistakes been hopein and prayin that it aint to late
thought i had my game tight thought i had it lockdown knew when shit wasnt right
now you want to blow before i let you go theres something you just gotta know
(chorus)
aint nothing stopin me from gettin backtight wit you
go head and dip you got tha right to if i gotta roll up my sleeves
and fight for you ill stand outside in rain all night for you
aint nothing stopin me from gettin backtight wit you
go head and dip you got tha right to if i gotta roll up my sleeves
and fight for you ill stand outside in the rain all night
three months three weeks two days its tha same shit shorty she aint havein it
back then i wasnt serious makein so much paper kept em curious
chickens cluckin everywhere i didnt care thinkin to myself that you'll always be there
used to makein love to ya lady i wouldnt rather be pushin my mercades
(chorus)
aint nothing stopin me from gettin backtight wit you
go head and dip you got tha right to if i gotta roll up my sleeves
and fight for you ill stand outside in rain all night for you
aint nothing stopin me from gettin backtight wit you
go head and dip you got tha right to if i gotta roll up my sleeves
and fight for you ill stand outside in the rain all night
(repeat chorus)
if tha sun was to fall and tha stars was to lose they shine
i'd be content with it all as long as your bay myside girl
thru tha good thru tha bad thru it all girl i need ya back
ill always be with you just want to please you
Well I wonder, do we learn?
Seems we're making the same wrong turns
Call you sacred, call you obscene
Call you faithless, call you anything
Call and you listen
Listen (x3)
I'm a liar, so it seems
My desire could justify anything
So is there nothing that lies in between
This cold silence and a scream?
Scream, listen
Listen (x3)
Caught in headlines
We are frozen and cannot hide
There's no break, no time
If you can, I might
Call and you listen
Boy Gay, Boy Gay, Boy Gay
Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy Gay
Boy Gay, Boy Gay, Boy
Boy Gay, Boy Gay, Boy Gay
Boy Gay, Boy Gay, Boy
Boy, Boy, Boy
You looking gentle
waiting for his attention
feeling the same
but i don't understand
Haw long can you
live loving furtively?
Very hard
to hide your behavior.
Very hard
To hide my suffering
Very,very,very,very
indecent wish.
Boy gay, boy gay,
be more cheeky with me
don't get red form the shame
boy gay, boy gay
Put it on your friends
boy gay, boy gay
from me ******
Boy gay, gay
Tear strangle,
thoughts make life more difficult.
Hard to listen.
No I don't understand.
Yes, I know All your secrets
How do you handle solid objects?
Also know-this is hopeless
But I dream-conceal-conceal-conceal.
Boy gay, boy gay,
Be more cheeky with me
Don't get red from the shame
boy gay, boy gay
Put it on your friends
Boy gay, boy gay
from me ******
boy gay,gay
Mal'chik Gey, Mal'chik Gey, Mal'chik Gey
Mal'chik, Mal'chik, Mal'chik, Mal'chik Gey
Mal'chik Gey, Mal'chik Gey, Mal'chik
Mal'chik Gey, Mal'chik Gey, Mal'chik Gey
Mal'chik Gey, Mal'chik Gey, Mal'chik
Mal'chik, Mal'chik, Mal'chik
Smotrish nezhno,
Zhdyosh ego vniman'ya.
Chuvstva te zhe,
No, ne ponimayu
Skol'ko mozhno
Zhit', lyubya, ukradkoi.
Ochen' slozhno
Skryt' tvoi povadki,
Ochen' trudno
Skryt' moi stradan'ya.
Ochen', ochen', ochen' ochen'
Neprilichnoe zhelan'e.
Mal'chik Gey, Mal'chik Gey
Bud' so mnoi ponaglei.
Ot styda ne krasnei,
Mal'chik Gey, Mal'chik Gey
Polozhi na druzei,
Mal'chik Gey, Mal'chik Gey.
Ot menya , ****
Mal'chik Gey Gey'
Slyozy dushat',
Mysli zhit' meshayut.
Trudno slushat'.
Net, ne ponimayu.
Da, ya znayu vse tvoi sekrety.
Kak ty terpish tvyordye pridmety?
Vse zhe znayu, eto beznadyozhno,
No mechtayu, tayu'tayu'tayu'tayu'tayu'tayu...
Mal'chik Gey, Mal'chik Gey
Bud' so mnoi ponaglei.
Ot styda ne krasnei,
Mal'chik Gey, Mal'chik Gey
Polozhi na druzei,
Mal'chik Gey, Mal'chik Gey.
Ot menya , ****
Listen to the fife and snare marching through the square
Stencil flags of insurrection dancing through the air
Read the rants of a Thomas Payne of modern day
I have felt a spirit that has not yet gone away
Hey!
Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths
When they sing along to this very song, spread word all around, hey!
F.O.P, boycott me, for I am standing up
I'd rather taste the rebel's lore than drink blood from your cup
I'd rather taste the rebel's lore than drink blood from your cup
Read the rants of those in jail and those who rode the rails
Then lay down on the roads we paved to the crumbs we used for trails
And discredit all the roves, liberty's cracked within the bells
The demons in your heaven's eye and the angels in your hells
Hey!
Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths
When they sing along to this very song, spread word all around, hey!
F.O.P, boycott me, for I am standing up
I'd rather taste the rebel's lore than drink blood from your cup
I'd rather taste the rebel's lore than drink blood from your cup
The scorned few of today are the heroes of tomorrow
They'll be a holiday; times of regret and sorrow
And when they're pressed on stamps, we'll hope they're not forgotten
So let's go down in history, blacklisted and boycotted
Hey!
Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths
When they sing along to this very song, spread word all around, hey!
F.O.P, boycott me, for I am standing up
I'd rather taste the rebel's lore than drink blood from your cup
Lai la lai là lau ua da di dà dom
Lai la lai là lau ua da di dà dom
Ra-ra-ra-rà [ra-ra-ra-rà]
Ra-ra-ra-rà [ra-ra-ra-rà]
Ra-ra-ra-rà
Io credo tutto, ma spero poco per questo amor
Tu speri tutto, ma credi poco nel nostro amor
Il tempo va insieme a te
Ma poi darà ragione a me
In ogni caso, se il nostro caso si chiuderà
Non fare caso alla sua occasionalità
La sua importanza comprenderai
Quando lontano
Ti troverai
E penserai
Ne soffrirai
E tornerai
Lai la lai là lau ua da di dà dom
Lai la lai là lau ua da di dà dom
Ra-ra-ra-rà [ra-ra-ra-rà]
Ra-ra-ra-rà [ra-ra-ra-rà]
Ra-ra-ra-rà
In ogni caso, se il nostro caso si chiuderà
Non fare caso alla sua occasionalità
La sua importanza comprenderai
Quando lontano
Ti troverai
E penserai
Ne soffrirai
E tornerai
Lai la lai là lau ua da di dà dom
Lai la lai là lau ua da di dà dom
Ti pentirai
E penserai
Ne soffrirai
E tornerai
Ti pentirai
E penserai
Ne soffrirai
El sol calienta
Más de la cuenta
En días de invierno
La noche es lenta
Es casi eterna
Si así lo quiero
Lo agrio es dulce
Lo malo es bueno
Lo bueno es insuperable
Todo se hace fácil cuando estás aquí
Paseando tu figura en mi cuarto
Todo lo que busco lo he encontrado aquí
Amarrado a tu cintura. Pegadito
Pegadito
Despacito
Así te quiero
Se siente el aire
Más liviano
Más calientito
Bajo la luna
Nuestro baile
Es casi un tren imparable
Todo se hace fácil cuando estás aquí
Paseando tu figura en mi cuarto
Todo lo que busco lo he encontrado aquí
Amarrado a tu cintura. Pegadito
Pegado al imán de tu pecho
Voy dejandome llevar por el vaivén de tu pelo
Me gusta cuando muerdes tus labios
Como queriendo decir:
"¡Oye! ¿Tú qué estás esperando?
Todo es posible cuando estás aquí
Paseando tu hermosura en mi cuarto
Todo lo que busco lo he encontrado aquí