Joan may refer to:
Joan Elizabeth Osborne (born July 8, 1962) is an American singer-songwriter. She is best known for her song "One of Us". She has toured with Motown sidemen the Funk Brothers and was featured in the documentary film about them, Standing in the Shadows of Motown.
Originally from Anchorage, Kentucky, a suburb of Louisville, Osborne moved to New York City in the late 1980s, where she formed her own record label, Womanly Hips, to release a few independent recordings. She signed with Mercury Records, and released her first full length album, Soul Show: Live at Delta 88, in 1991. Her second (and first major label) album was Relish (1995), which became a hit on the strength of the single "One of Us". Apart from this song, the rest of the album was steeped in country, blues and folk music. "Right Hand Man" and "St. Teresa" became minor hits following the success of "One of Us".
In 2001, Osborne appeared on Austin City Limits, singing material mainly from Righteous Love. In a brief interview segment at the end of the episode, Osborne reflects on her gladness to have gotten out of the limelight of her mid-90's stardom.
Norma Jeane Mortensen Baker (June 1, 1926 – August 5, 1962), professionally recognized as Marilyn Monroe, was an American actress, model, and singer, who became a major sex symbol, starring in a number of commercially successful motion pictures during the 1950s and early 1960s.
After spending much of her childhood in foster homes, Monroe began a career as a model, which led to a film contract in 1946 with Twentieth Century-Fox. Her early film appearances were minor, but her performances in The Asphalt Jungle and All About Eve (both 1950) drew attention to her. By 1953, Monroe had progressed to a leading role in Niagara (1953), a melodramatic film noir that dwelt on her seductiveness. Her "dumb blonde" persona was used to comic effect in subsequent films such as Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953), How to Marry a Millionaire (1953) and The Seven Year Itch (1955). Limited by typecasting, Monroe studied at the Actors Studio to broaden her range. Her dramatic performance in Bus Stop (1956) was hailed by critics and garnered a Golden Globe nomination. Her production company, Marilyn Monroe Productions, released The Prince and the Showgirl (1957), for which she received a BAFTA Award nomination and won a David di Donatello award. She received a Golden Globe Award for her performance in Some Like It Hot (1959). Monroe's last completed film was The Misfits, co-starring Clark Gable with screenplay by her then-husband, Arthur Miller.
Plot
Starring Paco Morán, Last Session shows in a romantic tone the lives of the characters linked to a movie theater. Mauri, the usher, sees how his life vanishes with the imminent closure of the Monumental cinema. Teresa continues cleaning until the last moment and Carol, the ticket clerk, keeps secretly in love with Bruno, the projectionist. No one is unconnected to the Monumental cinema's closure, but friendship and fate will turn it's last session to an unforgettable day.
Three characters will try to find a place to live.
Suspected infidelity, lie detection, and the aftermath.
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A Spanish cleaning lady arrives in Aix en Provence the same day her son is being judged for murder. The public defender does what is in her hands, but she cannot avoid a sentence to life imprisonment. The victim was his fiancée, a girl everyone in town knew. In a face-to-face meeting, the son tells his mother about his innocence. With the assistance of the public defender, and then of a police inspector who realizes there are some dark spots in the case, she starts a double procedure: she will face the blind and deaf justice and the media, as well as the xenophobic and conservative society. Her actions, even if direct and sincere, lead to many problems. Finally, after having gathered many evidences that prove his son's innocence but are not enough to reopen the case, the mother finds out the culprit: a rich industrialist of the area. As she has no more options, the mother starts a hunger strike to oblige the institutions to reopen the case and to get the industrialist to get himself up. Will she achieve her objective? Will her son be released from prison?
Action so raw it will shock the hardest viewer!
Was I a witch?
In the dark days I heard voices
Was I a witch?
Emptied of fear
My shell, was a vessel of love
Light led me forward
Death was not questioned
I embraced him my breast with
Milk swelling.
Child of my life: the names turned my
Flesh into legend.
I have known ecstasy,
Killed and led armies
To Victory
– Was I a witch? In the darks
Joan moved away to Colorado
Said she found God and a boyfriend as well.
One that won't hit her or make her feel shallow
There's a lot to learn about Joan
Before I moved in Joan had a fling with the landlord
So she got to stay here for free
And I'm not a genius but I figured out
There's a lot to learn from Joan
And after all this time, you were waiting on the ride
To stop at the place where they slowly misplaced your life...
Go get it right
I went to the closet to get dressed for work
When I spotted a box I had not seen before
With all kinds of letters that never got sent to a guy in Colorado since 1994
And I know it's wrong
But I sat and opened in no certain order
A letter or two she talked about blisters and bruises of anger
And she bought a handgun to learn how to shoot
And the last letter said that she had to get out
But I couldn't make out the rest of the note
From the blood stains all over the page of the letters
There's a lot to learn
And there's a lot I learned about Joan
And after all this time, you were waiting on the ride
To stop at the place where you slowly misplaced your life
Oh and after all this time, you were waiting on the ride
To stop at the place where they slowly misplaced your life...
Go get it right
Go get it right
Go get it right
(Music by Joan Baez, Lyrics by Nina Duscheck)
Where icicles hung the blossoms swing,
but in my heart there is no spring.
You were my spring, my summer too,
it's always winter without you.
The flocks head north and the lilacs bloom,
at night they scent my moonlit room.
You were my spring, my summer too,
I'm going north to look for you.
Like a windblown bird my heart goes forth,
sent by the spring to the shining north.
You are my spring, my summer too,
and I won't rest till I find you.
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So, I see their easels at the water from the window
I know his is not as his is never with them
Seven years I've watched them sadly
Watching with them, understanding
Joan, my head hurts, my head hurts
Joan, I must close the curtain
They will come back in the evening
See the way the sky is changing
Can you see the colors?
He would say to me
Well, of course, I see the colors
Sea is silver, red and white
And no, you don't look, you don't see
No, you don't look, you don't see
In the squares of sun
Slanted on the floor
Slanted over my feet, Joan
This is how he painted me
A halo round me like our lady
Bathed his brush in sun
And blurred my faults away
Joan, the sunlight the sunlight
Never tasted
Power generation
You live up your life and it feels like fire, oh oh
Suspended in animation
A trick of the light and it drives you higher, oh oh
Blind vision blind faith
You really can be sold if you dare to disagree
It's just not within the scheme of things
To give up your life so easily
That's not the way you're meant to be
What a waste of time and energy
It's just not within the scheme of things
To give up your life so easily, easily
Psychic celebration
Look up in the stars and see Venus rising, oh oh
Rapture, fascination
You live for the night and your own desire, oh oh
Blind vision, blind faith
You really can't rely on what they tell you for effect
It's just not within the scheme of things
To give up your life so easily
That's not the way you're meant to be
What a waste of time and energy
It's just not within the scheme of things
To give up your life so easily
That's not the way you're meant to be
What a waste of time and energy, energy
Blind vision, blind faith
You really can be sold if you dare to disagree
It's just not within the scheme of things
To give up your life so easily
That's not the way you're meant to be
What a waste of time and energy
It's just not within the scheme of things
To give up your life so easily
That's not the way you're meant to be
What a waste of time and energy
It's just not within the scheme of things
To give up your life so easily
That's not the way you're meant to be
What a waste of time and energy
It's just not within the scheme of things
To give up your life so easily
That's not the way you're meant to be
What a waste of time and energy, energy, energy
Joan are you listening to my voice
You can't escape, you have no choice
It's just as real as anything said outside your head
The voice inside you bites your mind
You can't ignore the words this time
Are twice as load as the jealous crowd that makes you cry
Chorus
Like Joan of Arc you must be brave
And listen to your heart
Imagination is essential to creative art
So look into your mind
And use what you may find
The answer lies behind your eyes
It's not that far
Joan it appears you've seen the light
You must allow a light to shine
Ignore the normal boundary lines that keep you tied
The world is full of hate and fear
You must expect to shed some tears
But precious are the eyes that see the new ideas
I am as God made me
I have no desire
For a mouth at my breast
Or a pot on the fire
I heed the higher voices
I go where I'm sent
To mow down the men
Who refuse to repent
I'm a scythe
In a field full of briars
And they won't call me mother
Or sister, or wife
They will know me or not
By the strength of my life
I will burn with
A light of my own.
They'll know me as Joan
They'll know me as Joan
The courage of Catherine
The flames of the forge
Sword of Saint Michael
The blood of Saint George
I take what I'm given
I follow my truth
I gladly abandon
The bloom of my youth
I'm the lashing
That falls from
The scourge
And they won't call me mother
Or sister, or wife
They will know me or not
By the strength of my life
I will burn with a
Light of my own
They'll know me as Joan
They'll know me as Joan
I fight where god tells me
I never ask why
I've bloodied the devil
With steel from on high
I kill without consequence
Heed no man's law
I sift out the righteous
Like grain from the straw
I am judgment
And heaven
Is nigh
And they won't call me mother
Or sister, or wife
They will know me or not
By the strength of my life
I will burn with a
Light of my own
They'll know me as Joan
And they won't call me mother
Or sister, or wife
They will know me or not
By the strength of my life
I will burn with a
Light of my own
They'll know me as Joan
No they won't call me mother
Or sister, or wife
They will know me or not
By the strength of my life
I will burn with a
Light of my own
They'll know me as Joan
No they won't call me mother
Or sister, or wife
They will know me or not
By the strength of my life
I will burn with a
Light of my own
They'll know me as Joan
They won't call me mother
Or sister, or wife
They will know me or not
By the strength of my life
I will burn with a
Light of my own
They'll know me as Joan
Oh Joan did you know that I love you still?
that’d I’d give up my whole life so you wouldn’t have to
take those pills
Oh Joan if I had just the chance to say
that’d I’d give up my whole life just to be with you for
one more day
Oh Joan how I wish you’d see, but you’re here alone in
this sterile home
and you can’t even recognize me
And I know it’s so hard to get through this
And I know it’s so hard to get through these days
Through the fever and the fits, we find solace in the
summer sun’s rays
I know you’re too far gone
And I know it’s so hard to get through this
And I know it’s so hard to get through these days
Oh Joan if I had just the chance to say
that’d I’d give up my whole life so it wouldn’t have to