A mile is a unit of length, most commonly 5,280 feet (1,760 yards, or about 1,609 metres). The mile of 5,280 feet is sometimes called the statute mile or land mile to distinguish it from the nautical mile (1,852 metres, about 6,076.1 feet). There have also been many historical miles and similar units in other systems that may be translated into English as miles; they have varied in length from 1 to 15 kilometres.
The exact length of the land mile varied slightly among English-speaking countries until an international agreement in 1959 established the yard as exactly 0.9144 metres, giving a mile of exactly 1,609.344 metres. The United States adopted this international mile for most purposes, but retained the pre-1959 mile for some land-survey data, terming it the US survey mile. In the US, statute mile formally refers to the survey mile, about 3.219 mm (⅛ inch) longer than the international mile (the international mile is exactly 0.0002% less than the US survey mile).
Use of the mile as a unit of measurement is now largely confined to the United Kingdom, the United States, and Canada.
Miles Dewey Davis III (May 26, 1926 – September 28, 1991) was an American jazz musician, trumpeter, bandleader, and composer. Widely considered one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century, Miles Davis was, with his musical groups, at the forefront of several major developments in jazz music, including bebop, cool jazz, hard bop, modal jazz, and jazz fusion.
Miles Dewey Davis was born on May 26, 1926, to an affluent African American family in Alton, Illinois. His father, Dr. Miles Henry Davis, was a dentist. In 1927 the family moved to East St. Louis, Illinois. They also owned a substantial ranch in northern Arkansas, where Davis learned to ride horses as a boy.
Davis' mother, Cleota Mae (Henry) Davis, wanted her son to learn the piano; she was a capable blues pianist but kept this fact hidden from her son. His musical studies began at 13, when his father gave him a trumpet and arranged lessons with local musician Elwood Buchanan. Davis later suggested that his father's instrument choice was made largely to irk his wife, who disliked the trumpet's sound. Against the fashion of the time, Buchanan stressed the importance of playing without vibrato; he was reported to have slapped Davis' knuckles every time he started using heavy vibrato. Davis would carry his clear signature tone throughout his career. He once remarked on its importance to him, saying, "I prefer a round sound with no attitude in it, like a round voice with not too much tremolo and not too much bass. Just right in the middle. If I can’t get that sound I can’t play anything."Clark Terry was another important early influence.[citation needed]
Vanessa Lee Carlton (born August 16, 1980) is an American singer-songwriter and musician. Upon completion of her education at the School of American Ballet, Carlton chose to pursue singing instead, performing in New York bars and clubs while attending university. Three months after recording a demo with producer Peter Zizzo, she signed with A&M Records. She began recording her album, which was initially unsuccessful until Ron Fair took over. Her debut single, "A Thousand Miles", reached the top five on the Billboard Hot 100 in 2002. Her debut album, Be Not Nobody, followed and received platinum certification in the United States. Her subsequent albums, Harmonium (2004) and Heroes & Thieves (2007), failed to exceed the commercial success of the first. She produced a fourth album, Rabbits on the Run (2011) independently before sourcing for a record label to release it.
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An exquisite jazz pianist plays out a story of surreal intrigue and horrific brutality in this neo noir whodunit. A lawyer and his wife stiff through painful conversations, at a residents only champagne party; with a dark and bewildering author, a flirtatious fiancé, a Machiavellian psychiatrist, an artist with a blank canvas, and a neglected son and his group of youthful friends who seem as out of place as the furnishings. The party, hosted by the lottery winning owner of the penthouse location, is plagued with unconventional happenings, which hang in the atmosphere around the guise of a sinister master of ceremonies. Adding to the cocktail of mystery is the fleeting frequents of an ageing footballer's wife and a gangland heavy. The circumstance of everyone's attendance is hiding something disturbing. Away from the partying culprits an old piano in a secret room on the 9th floor hides away a pained man who is subjected to horrendous torture. Who is this man and what is the motive? A story of revenge, guilt, hopeless redemption, and acceptance rises up from underneath the jazzy small talk to root out both the tortured and torturer's identity.
An insane portrait of a 'metaphoric game of Cluedo' that will tear out your soul and throw it into a pool of cool jazz.
Courier delivers a package that will change his life forever
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A single mom living in the suburbs of Detroit is haunted by the painful shadows from her past and struggling to find the economic means to support herself and her son. By chance, she meets a dubious man who claims he has the answer. What is not at all clear is how much it could cost her soul.
Not Your Ordinary High School!
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A woman drives a car while putting on lipstick, a man tries unsuccessfully to dig through hard ground with a shovel, a second man cruises a record shop, and a mom sends a lad of eight and a half, who's dressed in a cowboy outfit, outside to play. The driver is ditching a car, the digger is disposing of a body, the cruiser has to dump a gun, and mom is giving the orders. What's going on: flashbacks give us most of the answers.
Keywords: boss, bridge, cadillac, cap-gun, car, cash, cell-phone, cowboy-costume, cowboy-hat, dead-body
Gorillas, thugs and cowboys intertwine in a dark comedic who-done-what-to-who turned inside out.
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A kid named Reggie Reynolds is a high school student who is good in the classroom but not so good on the basketball court. But one day he meets a junk dealer who gives him a pair of old gym shoes that once were worn by an all-star in the Negro Basketball leagues in the 1930's. Reggie puts the red sneakers on and he is immediately playing like a superstar on the basketball court. He gets the attention of a major shoe company executive who wants Reggie to switch from the old red sneakers that he is wearing to his company's brand. But Reggie knows if he's not wearing those magical old red sneakers he is back on the sideline.
Keywords: basketball-movie, high-school-basketball, high-school-student, magic-shoe
Life is a game... Take your best shot!
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Salt of the earth Queensland plantation owner Eric Westbrook collects at the station Adam, his recently deceased brother's young son, who didn't speak since the fatal accident. Joanna Williams, who came from England to explore the unspecified aboriginal land her grandparents were missionaries in and her late parents did biological research in, agrees to help the boy settle in until Eric can make time to help her explore. Eric's spoiled-rotten fiancée Pauline Downs fails to bond with Adam and senses a rival in Joanna, who also sets herself up as nurse and grower of pharmaceutical plants. The aboriginal elder discerned a dream world curse on Joanna, which seems to come true for her companions over and over.
Keywords: australia, bare-chested-male, based-on-novel, bed, boy, cartoonist, country-cousin, epidemic, father-figure, fire
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Toil and trouble. Jimmy, an aspiring actor, wants out of South Brooklyn where hoods run the show. Since the death of his firefighter father, Jimmy's family has been the guys at the station house and Tommy, a mobster who owns a gym where Jimmy works. Tommy encourages Jimmy's dreams, and Jimmy gets the part of Banquo in a Joseph Papps production of "Macbeth." He goes to tell Tommy the good news and walks in on a mob hit. Tommy protects him temporarily from Nunzio, a murderous Mamaluc, but soon the cops get word Jimmy knows something. Can Jimmy succeed as an actor, be a stand up guy for Tommy, avoid Nunzio, and get closer to Anna, a woman he falls for at the theater?
Keywords: independent-film
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Rising rock star, TJ Cray, gets the shot of a lifetime, an audition with a A & R man. On the way into the city, a carload of drunks smash into his car, severing his hands. He drops out of the business and becomes a homeless drunk. Cray wakes up to a pulsing beat in an abandoned warehouse, where a "rave" party is in full action. To his rescue comes Anamika, a computer artist, who takes him outside for fresh air. They become friends and eventually reinvent TJ's career. With the help of friends, they replace his hands with prosthetics and design a metallic cyber looking suit. TJ quickly becomes an overnight sensation, known as Cyberstorm. The finale is a dramatic scenario where TJ has to make crucial decisions about his new life.
Keywords: electric-guitar, guitarist, independent-film, musician, rock-star, severed-hand
Her Passion. His Courage. Together ... Redemption Is The Best Revenge!
A futuristic subculture erupts from the electronic underground.
Simeon: No, I think with my dick, I'm more of a prick.
Feeling lazy by the end of day
Trying to fix the thoughts of yesterday
Broken mirror shows a hint of grace
Seems like this is the only way
Seems like I am awake for years
Cannot even try to explain my fear
Like living trees old thoughts are hunting me
Hunting me
I try hard, but tonight you burned my eyes you burned my eyes, you burned my eyes yeah you burned my eyes
Sigh to whatever it takes to be miles away, miles away, away
A fiction trip although the plateau's clean
Air you wished you had never seen
It is floating like a breeze
Out of the backland eh
I try hard, but tonight you burned my eyes you burned my eyes, you burned my eyes yeah you burned my eyes
Sigh to whatever it takes to be miles away, miles away, away
Miles away, miles away....
Blizzard coming down
It's filling up my ears
I am nearly
quiet almost
miles and miles away
from your ghost
Sometimes I will sing
Nothing really ends
Like a beggar blind I stole
Miles and miles away
from your goal
Be an eagle for me
and my far and utter eye
that tracks and maps infinite
past the border sky
Sometimes I will sing
that what a fool begins
implodes upon himself
and all his dreams
are shadows
grief is his
And everybody here
is kind as they can be
I am nearly quiet almost
miles and miles away
from your ghost
Be an eagle for me
and my far and utter eye
that tracks and maps infinite
past the border sky
All I ever wanted
be my far and utter eye
that tracks and maps infinite
We'll get in my car around 10: 30 that night
For the New York city skyline, destination of our sights
It's the biggest healing session that I've had for some years
The laughter and the driving and the letting go of
She seems to have a way
Of making me feel
You always have a way
Of keeping me real
Hold me, my world is closing
Help me to keep it open
We stand in the parking lots
Of late afternoons
Talking of the ways we pray
For healing of wounds
She seems to have a way
Of bringing me down
You always have a way
Of bringing me out
Hold me, my world
We feel the push of
The love directed life for us
We feel the push of
The Christ directed life
The love directed life
Come back to me is my request
my love where are you I never meant to let you down
New day just begun sun light´s touching my hair
So come on open the door and say hello
to friend of yours
Every night I was awating you
all the time I´m prepared for you to come
you cannot hide the beauty you are
and let´s spread your splendid smile a thousand miles
chorus:
a thousand miles we´ll drive
to the place we´re heading now
in the highest high
I feel my morning come soon
´cos no one loves you more than I do
you never know where your love drags,
but you might feel the touch of your soul
(You have the good times) I got the miles
While in the ways of love I stood still
And each mile that I've traveled they've all been up hill
And when I think about 'em I just cry like a child
You have the good times I got the miles
But it's true you look better I got lines in my face
You were always out front and you set to pay
I tried to keep on always wore a smile you have the good times I got the miles
Troubles never bothered you you just stuck 'em in style
You made me carry all the heartaches and all I got is miles
Folks say I'm a fool you're not for me
Well now maybe that's right and I'm too blind to see
But I'd rather be your fool than another's king
Feel the flame in my heart start to flicker
Need you there to save it from burning out
They say true love should never separate
I know it hurts, it's better than ...
Chorus:
Tears are only as a holdup before the wind
Are you just too far to notice?
Look it, usually (?) for miles apart
Funny, no where but away from your heart
No where but away from your heart
No where but away from your heart
The further we move from the sun
Changing with the seasons
Now it's cold, we're buried in snow
Love couldn't find us cause the roads are blocked
Too far to get us out, oh-oh-oh
Chorus:
Tears are only as a holdup before the wind
Are you just too far to notice?
Look it, usually (?) for miles aṗart
Funny, no where but away from your heart
No where but away from your heart
No where but away from your heart
No where but away from your heart
No where but away from your heart
No where but away from your heart
I wanna be real,
Something you can sink your teeth into.
I want you to feel,
All it is that I feel for you.
I'm firelight for your seeing hands.
Rich perfume for your tastebuds.
Your eyes are always
Dark and deep,
But we have promises to keep
And miles to go before we sleep.
Are you drunk,
With the wine of God?
Did your ship wreck
As the tempest tossed you?
You can write your name on the water,
It'll drift on out to sea.
You can treat me like a daughter,
You can write your name on me.
We touched a funeral, drank a parade.
We stole a wedding, melted and prayed.
It always hovers just around the bend.
We're never quite there, but then again.
Once a stranger now more than a friend-
It all makes me pretty tired.
I suppose that you're still wired.
Your heart's on mine
Beating double time,
But we have promises to keep
|and miles to go before we sleep.
I met you through your best friend
I was on the roll and you said
I sing all your favorite songs
My room was in the west inn
Drive was even close
Be there soon as I drop the t-shirt off
I'll be waiting
This one night special for you
I'm a make it worth it baby
I'm a do somethin extra for you, for you
And you don't even gotta do it back
That's a gift
A present
You made this trip excellent
The best it could have ever went
Wrestling, lettin all your worries go
Feelin like you'll never stress again
Hopefully they're can be a us again, us again, us again,
But if not then fuck it then
Nah I'm playin, your my die and wish bucket list
Thinking about you everytime I'm with my other chick
This o.t? fling
My outta town girl
We don't need bros?
You've come a long way since
You've tasted what its like to be alone
They haven't seen your grace
Memories of good times
Make you hold your head up high
You carry the weight of the world
I try to escape
The burden of today
I'm longing for tomorrow
But tomorrow's far away
I try to forget
The pain of yesterday
It's slowly gettin' better
But release is miles away
And so it's up to me to maintain
What we had and what we shared
Unbroken and still standing
When I look at you
The truth appears so I can see
Pretending is what you prefer
I try to escape
The burden of today
I'm longing for tomorrow
But tomorrow's far away
I try to forget
The pain of yesterday
It's slowly gettin' better
But release is miles away
You carry the weight of the world
Unbroken and still standing
You've come a long way
Since you've tasted
What its like to be alone
I try to escape
The burden of today
I'm longing for tomorrow
But tomorrow's far away
I try to forget
The pain of yesterday
It's slowly gettin' better
But release is miles away
I try to escape
The burden of today
I'm longing for tomorrow
But tomorrow's far away
I try to forget
The pain of yesterday
It's slowly gettin' better
Empty vase of roses filled with water
written letters tell the emotions for her
she was hundred miles alone
she was far away from home
Tried my best to make her happy
tried my best to love her equally
she was hundred miles alone
she was far away from home
How to make it easy
tell me now
Let me touch your face I can steal the silence
I'm on the way you're the same as I am.
middle of the rain, all this staged alliance
I'm on my way, you're the same as I am
Promised her that I'd love her
always said that I'll make it happen for us
she was hundred miles alone
she was far away from home
Its really unfair to say I didn't try
its really unfair on your part that I lied
when all I did was
wait as much as I can
Isnt seven days too less
for somebody to confess, their lies
lies do walk you let some time meet heavens
how we lost the game that
well you will never Say
I'm the one who cared
I'm the one who left
then you tell me that
all this time we spent was never real
it made me go back, into a time web
Two brothers
The walking dead
Pray for the silence
Said
One shot to the sky
The other held down
By disguise
Sex for an angry man
To whores they can count
On him
One made of paper
The other glass
One will tear
The other crashed
Oh God, was I that man up
On a cross
Made of steel
Stuck on my wall cold and
Thin
Who watched me die
And did not care
Miles to go before I sleep
The inside marched on
Parade to the outside
Where no one came
What was there, it
Scorched the ground
I'm scared today
More than I told you I was yesterday
Give me a moment to catch my breath
And hold me every second left
Proud of me
That's the only way I want you to be
Look at me and love what you see
I won't make it alone
I need something to hold
Kiss me on my shoulder
Tell me it's not over
I promised to always come home to you
Remind me that I'm older
To be brave smart, sweet and bolder
And don't give up on what we're trying to do
Don't count the miles, count the I love you's
We made it out
And all the other people are asking how
This doesn't even sound like truth
To grow from a bruise
But one day we will realize
How hard it was, how hard we tried
And how our hearts made it out alive
Kiss me on my shoulder
Tell me it's not over
I promise to always come home to you
Remind me that I'm older
To be brave, smart, sweet and bolder
And don't give up on what we're trying to do
Don't count the miles, count the I love you's
And these are words I wish you said
But that's not how it went
'Cause you gave up on us in the end
And I won't make it alone
I need something to hold
Kiss me on my shoulder
Tell me it's not over
I promise to always come home to you
Remind me that I'm older
To be brave, smart, sweet and bolder
And don't give up on what we're trying to do
Kiss me on my shoulder
Tell me it's not over
I promise to come home to you
Remind me that I'm older
To be brave, smart, sweet and bolder
And don't give up on what we're trying to do