Premier is a title for the head of government in some countries and states.
In many nations, "premier" is used interchangeably with "prime minister". In the People's Republic of China, "premier" is more common, but "prime minister" is still used (see Premier of the People's Republic of China).
In four of the British overseas territories (Bermuda, the Cayman Islands, the Turks and Caicos Islands, and the British Virgin Islands), the elected heads of government are styled as "Premier". In other overseas territories the equivalent post is styled as Chief Minister.
"Premier" is also the title of the heads of government in sub-national entities, such as the provinces and territories of Canada, states of the Commonwealth of Australia, provinces of South Africa, the island of Nevis within the Federation of Saint Kitts and Nevis, and the nation of Niue. In some of these cases, the formal title remains "Prime Minister" but "Premier" is used to avoid confusion with the national leader. In these cases, care should be taken not to confuse the title of "premier" with "prime minister". In these countries, terms such as "Federal Premier", "National Premier", or "Premier of the Dominion" were sometimes used to refer to prime ministers, although these are now obsolete. In Canadian French, the equivalent of the English word "premier" is "premier ministre", which is also the word used for "prime minister".
Christopher Edward Martin (born March 21, 1966), better known by his stage name DJ Premier (also known as Preem, Premo, or Primo for short), is an American record producer and DJ, and was the instrumental half of the hip hop duo Gang Starr, together with emcee Guru. Born in Houston and raised in Prairie View, Texas, he has lived in Brooklyn, New York, for much of his professional career. Rolling Stone identified Premier as arguably Hip-Hop's greatest producer of all time.
The Source named DJ Premier one of the five greatest producers in hip-hop history, while the editors of About.com ranked him #1 on their Top 50 Hip-Hop Producers list. He also made the "Finals" in the search for The Greatest Hip-Hop Producer of All Time by Vibe. He attended Prairie View A&M University.
Premier is known for producing all of Gang Starr's songs as well as many of the Gang Starr Foundation's songs. His work also includes production for heavyweight rappers such as (alphabetic order) Apathy, Big L, Bun B, Canibus, D.I.T.C., Fat Joe, Game, Jay-Z, Kanye West, KRS-One, Lord Finesse, M.O.P., Mos Def, Nas, Rakim, Royce Da 5'9", The LOX, The Notorious B.I.G., Snoop Dogg, Xzibit, rock band Limp Bizkit, Big L, Big Daddy Kane, Ill Bill, Joell Ortiz, and pop/R&B singer Christina Aguilera, among many others.
Lawrence Krisna Parker (born August 20, 1965), better known by his stage names KRS-One (an acronym for Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone), and Teacha, is an American rapper. At the 2008 BET Awards, KRS-One was the recipient of the Lifetime Achievement Award for all his work and effort towards the Stop the Violence Movement as well as the overall pioneering of hip hop music and culture.
Lawrence Parker was born in Flatbush, Brooklyn, New York during the summer of 1965. Parker left home at 16 to become an MC, coming to live at a homeless shelter in the South Bronx where he was dubbed Krishna by residents because of his interest in the Hare Krishna spirituality of some of the antipoverty workers. By the time he met youth counselor Scott Sterling, he was also writing graffiti as KRS-One (Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone). Together he and Sterling, a.k.a. DJ Scott La Rock eventually created Boogie Down Productions, releasing their debut album, Criminal Minded, in 1987. KRS-One has been a vegetarian since his youth.
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Southern Cross is an Australian family drama. Two immigrant children's mom dies, and her children are put in a detention center. Instead of waiting around, the children plan to escape and go across the land to their surviving relatives far away.
Keywords: based-on-novel
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This movie is based on actual events, but it says it is not all about one specific incident. It documents St. Vincent's Orphanage in Canada, where many of the boys suffer physical, emotional, and sexual abuse at the hands of the brothers who run the facility. When the stories are surfaced and a police investigation is begun, religious and political groups work to silence the story to keep it from reaching the public.
Keywords: 10-year-old, abuse, altar-boy, anal-intercourse, anal-penetration, anal-rape, anal-sex, anger, bare-butt, based-on-true-story
Peter Lavin: [addressing the boys in the middle of the night] There are... rumors being spread around by certain people! Anyone who is spreading these... rumors is a traitor to the orphanage, a traitor to you and a traitor to God. Whatever happens inside the walls of this orphanage is to STAY inside the walls of this orphanage! That is a sacred rule. A rule more sacred than any rule you will EVER HEAR! Understand this, there are people outside who want to see this orphanage close. These... rumors are the way to do it. If these... hellish fantasies are believed by the devils outside, people will stop donating money, people will stop donating clothing. You will be forced out into the street and you will have nowhere to go but into the GUTTER! If I hear, or hear of anyone will who is spreading these evil lies from hell or talking to anyone outside, I can assure you... by God... BY GOD! They will be punished.
[the police are returning Kevin to the orphanage]::Kevin Reevey: Don't take me back there, please!::RNC Officer: Ain't no place else you can go, lad.
[after learning that Kevin had gone to the police]::Peter Lavin: Have you seen Kevin?::Boys: No.::Peter Lavin: Lying little thieves! You shall not enter the Kingdom of God! Do you HEAR ME! YOUR PUNISHMENT WILL BE ETERNAL!
Chief Kennedy: [after reading Noseworthy's report and the witness statements] You will rewrite this piece of pornography! I can't send something like this out! You will remove all references to sexual matters, is that understood?::Detective Noseworthy: I didn't make this stuff up, Chief! Those are sworn statements made by the boys.::Chief Kennedy: You get orders. I get orders. Now the case is closed! [Noseworthy prepares to leave]::Chief Kennedy: This comes straight from the Department of Justice! There are to be no arrests! Apparently the brothers involved will be sent somewhere for treatment.::Detective Noseworthy: I told the little kid he wouldn't be buggered anymore. What do I tell him now? That the High Holy Church and a bunch of criminal politicians don't give a damn about him!
[after Kevin repeatedly tells Lavin he is not his mother, Lavin throws him up against a wall hard]::Peter Lavin: If you choose to behave like the other boys, then you will be punished like the other boys! [beats him with a belt buckle]
[Lavin confronts Kevin after he went to the police]::Kevin Reevey: Don't hit me, bro. I'll do whatever you wants, Mom. Please, Mom. I'll be good, Mom. Please, Mom.::[Lavin calms down and begins kissing Kevin passionately]::Peter Lavin: I love you.
[after Brother MacLaverty walked in on Kevin and Lavin and has sent the boys upstairs]::Brother MacLaverty: You are a sick and evil man, Peter. And a disgrace to the Order!::Peter Lavin: By the authority invested in me as superinten...::Brother MacLaverty: DON'T speak to me about AUTHORITY! You will have nothing more to do with these children, EVER!
[during a drunken party with the other Brothers]::Brother Glackin: I vow and promise to protect every living thing that God has put on this earth. I'll protect *butterflies* and flowers. Children rich and poor. Hmph. I'll even protect CRAB LICE!::[uproarious laughter while Brother MacLaverty leaves in disgust]::Brother Glackin: Any and every living and non-living thing. [more laughter]::Brother Glackin: I'll protect the bones of dead relatives and the insects that feed on them.::[more uproarious laughter]::Brother Glackin: Ha Ha. I vow. I vow. I VOW! I VOW!
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Held captive by their own army, six American POW's, released from Vietnam seventeen years after the war, escape to the streets of Bonn in WestGermany (1989) to unlock the political secrets that mark them for death.
Keywords: prisoner-of-war, torture
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Opera singer (Marie de Flor) seeks out fugitive brother in the Canadian wilderness. During her trek, she meets a Canadian mountie (Sgt. Bruce) who is also searching for her brother. Romance ensues, resulting in several love duets between the two.
Keywords: canada, character-name-in-title, hyphen-in-title, mounted-police-officer, operetta, police, police-officer, sergeant
An opera star. A mountie. The Canadian Rockies.
Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy in the most famous film of their careers! (re-release)
Marie de Flor: That's the worst orchestra and the worst conductor I've ever sung with! [To the tenor] And what was the idea of holding every high A longer than I did?!?
We rule these nights with an iron-clad fist
We stand in intersections
And scream melodies to what never was or always is
These car seats become thrones to these winding roads
And as her hands wind into mine
With a head on the window pane
Her tears will paint landscapes
(She creates art while drifting in and out of sleep)
Somewhere in the back of your head
There's a typewriter writing your paperback romance
(It's fighting and struggling)
Covered in sweat
Recovering from the last time you tried to smother it in it's sleep
And it can't right if it can't breath
And if it can't write then there's nothing for you to be afraid of
So for now, in the bright lights, I just watch you dance
Twirl and spin
While to the music you're singing
Repeating again and again
Repeating again and again
That's more than a dress
We set the scene
An operating room in awe
Fluorescent lights, the bleach white walls
The tools and instruments look on in amazement
Cause I'm just a beating heart on this white tile floor
This chest cannot contain me anymore
This is the kind of passion that breaks ribs
This is the kind of hope that raises pulses
And this is what it's like to be alive
A suburban street in July
And it feels like I'm drowning
But it's just the humidity
It's just too damn hot in this car with the door ajar
Here's my thoughts
It's just the dome light
It's just the phone line
It's just her voice telling me it's alright
Just talk to me awhile and baby I'll be fine
She sips her coffee once or twice
And knows she won't sleep well tonight
She holds her cigarette so tight
It's like she's holding onto life
She sips her coffee once of twice
And knows I won't sleep well tonight
I'll rest my hand here on her thigh
To let her know that I'm alive
And when she smiles, I'm alright
And when she smiles, I'm alright
(There's a tear in her blue jeans that her fingers won't stop tracing
And if you don't just leave it be
The wound would get deeper darling
It's this simplicity that keeps me breathing)
A quiet dark bedroom
And for the next day or so, my sheets will smell of you
She's drifted off to sleep but I can't stop staring
Caught in the ins and outs of her breathing
And baby we're so fleeting
We're beautiful, we're timeless
But God, are we fleeting
Oh God, are we fleeting
She sips her coffee once or twice
And knows she won't sleep well tonight
She holds her cigarette so tight
It's like she's holding onto life
She sips her coffee once of twice
And knows I won't sleep well tonight
I'll rest my hand here on her thigh
To let her know that I'm alive
And when she smiles, I'm alright
And when she smiles, I'm alright
(There's a tear in her blue jeans that her fingers won't stop tracing
And if you don't just leave it be
The wound would get deeper darling
It's this simplicity that keeps me breathing)
She sips her coffee once or twice
And knows she won't sleep well tonight
She holds her cigarette so tight
It's like she's holding onto life
She sips her coffee once of twice
And knows I won't sleep well tonight
I'll rest my hand here on her thigh
To let her know that I'm alive
And when she smiles, I'm alright
And when she smiles, I could die
(There's a tear in her blue jeans that her fingers won't stop tracing
And if you don't just leave it be
The wound would get deeper darling
It's a chilling silence
The kind that comes when the passengers of a falling plane
Come to terms with their fate
We'd say our prayers if we knew them
Mother of this burning wreck, this silent night
This worthless scream, this shallow grave
We dig graves between sidelines
And bury who we've been trying to become our entire lives
So now who am I
Who am I
So now who am I
Just another sinner, another saint
Someone there when you get lonely
Our heroes aren't who they used to be
They're just men
Depressed like we'll be
And it's high time I take off this face to see who I am
We'll never let these dreams die
You're not supposed to think this much about matters like these
Just smile and shake their hand
Accept your degree
We won't all change the world, will we
And I can't get this god damned heart to beat
Oh no
We dig graves between sidelines
And bury who we've been trying to become our entire lives
So now who am I
Who am I
We've got a house of cards
And if we play them right
We just might have a place to sleep tonight
We just might sleep tonight
All bets on an open highway
Singing our lungs out and the smell of gasoline in the morning
Another city where you can find me
And my friends all here around me like we're family
Like we're family
The breeze of another state will find its way into my veins
I'll fall in love with another place
We're only eighteen but we live like we're dying
These mountain ranges captivate
And scrape the sky until it bleeds
To let it rain down on me
Down on me
We write history in headlights and count exit signs
So we can stay awake tonight, tonight
If madmen walk these streets with blind eyes
We'll follow in due time
We're content with our nights
We chase horizons like we kill time
Last chance, Rhode Island
This is where we always thought we'd be
Between and empty apartment and the streets of Providence
We're complete
Check that pulse
Embrace this panic
Am I dead yet
I breath daylight and exhale at night
Am I dead
My dearest Venice
I will collapse upon your streets
And we can make art of these skinned knees
We crash our cars like there's no tomorrow
And who's to say that there is
Well, it's a broken and battered ballroom
Of twisted metal and falling ceilings
Inside, we toss and spin
We dance by accident
This may not be choreography
But inertia has got our bodies moving
And that's gotta count for something
Gotta count for something
Inside, we toss and spin
We dance by accident
This may not be choreography
But inertia has got our bodies moving
And that's gotta count for something
Gotta count for something
Soon these cuts will become scars
And leave a face only a surgeon can love
And you won't want these worthless eyes
They've seen no vineyards basked in sunlight
Only a lonely Chesapeake and two hands soaked in misery
They said the sea air would help heal these lungs
But spring is beating New England into a bloody summer
Like some sort of rapist gripping their victim
What kind of man lets this happen
What kind of God
What kind of God
You thief
You villain
You mother fucking coward
We don't deserve this, we don't deserve this
And you know it, you fucking know it
You thief
You villain
You mother fucking coward
We don't deserve this, we don't deserve this
And you know it, you fucking know it
Check that pulse
No one wins
Embrace this relief
Maestro, please
She quietly sips at her martini
And tries to rape the room with the way that she's sitting
She puffs at her cigar and claims that it's classy
But I know what she's really wishing
That the light from the tip will lead her from this awful bar scene
It just may lead her to me
Lead her to me
She swears that she's an actress
But I can see through that shit
Smoke from her lips is nervous
She's shaking like a coke addict
So, girl, here is your fix
I'll stop your hands from shaking
The tile floor has our names written all over it
Come dance for a moment
Let's find a place between the alcoholics that call this heaven
We're so damn flawless
Baby, you'll regret this
And scream until your lungs are breathless
Maybe not today but tomorrow
For as long as you retain consciousness
She swears that she's an actress
But I can see through that shit
Smoke from her lips is nervous
She's shaking like a coke addict
So, girl, here is your fix
I'll stop your hands from shaking
Nine AM, and the radio is introducing you to morning
Your heart in my hands, and it's still pumping
Baby, it's still pumping
Visions of last night
(Everyone's gone but we're so timeless)
My feet out the passenger side
(And we all know it but we keep in motion)
After the last dance of the evening
After the last kiss, after our last kiss
The tip of your cigar was the only source of light
(Everyone's gone but we're so timeless)
(And we all know it but we keep in motion)
After the last dance of the evening
After the last kiss, after our last kiss
And who's to say there's nothing to fear
(Everyone's gone but we're so timeless)
(And we all know it but we keep in motion)
After the last dance of the evening
After the last kiss, after our last kiss
The writing on the mirror says
(Everyone's gone but we're so timeless)
(And we all know it but we keep in motion)
After the last dance of the evening
After the last kiss, after our last kiss
I was never here
(I was never here, I was never here)
She pours herself a bourbon to start the day
(She swears that she's an actress
We're just a canvas painted in fragile lines of a fractured April
And its so bright that we're drowning happily
In the softest sunlight you'll ever see
This is melody
Calm and simple like our bare feet in the cool grass
Like the way we feel the ground soften beneath us
Beneath us
Days like these it seems like B.B. King is singing out my sky
And if this were the blues, I don't think you could cry
This is harmony
Delicate and sweet
Like the crushed petals of a cherry tree
This is melody
Calm and simple like parading in the tulips
Like the way we feel the ground soften beneath us
Days like these it seems like B.B. King is singing out my sky
And if this were the blues, I don't think you could cry
Days like these it seems like B.B. King is singing out my sky
And if this were the blues, I don't think you could cry
Nights like these I feel like dancing cause it's jazz weather outside
Arms up to the sky
The light from the diner's hitting your face
In the nicest beating I've ever seen
As it runs its fingers up and down your cheeks
And throws your shadow against the wall
A bit to roughly like a gentleman who's had to much gin for the evening
So, baby have you got a cigarette
No, I don't smoke
I'd just like to hold it
Twirl between my fingers what murders the masses
Feel like I'm playing God for a moment
There's something sentimental about a classic love scene
But there's nothing classic about the way she's pretty
There's red tape on everything
She's a crime scene that breaths
She's a crime scene
The light above us is careless
Throwing splashes of color in the strangest of places
And she said, you look so beautiful with your face all shaded
So, baby have you got a cigarette
No, I don't smoke
I'd just like to hold it
Twirl between my fingers what murders the masses
Feel like I'm playing God for a moment
Is this your favorite sun-dress?
I'll try not to tear it
But a promise made isn't always a promise kept
There's nothing elegant about this
She won't stop kissing
But my lips have gone dead and rigid
Find me a calendar and I'll strike this from the record
She barely said a word and I barely answered
So, baby have you got a cigarette
No, I don't smoke
I'd just like to hold it
Twirl between my fingers what murders the masses
(My heart is miles from my body)
Feel like I'm playing God for a moment
(My heart is miles from my body)
(I'm sorry, miss, I didn't catch your name
Perhaps it's best that you don't
Maybe I'll see you around someday
The background music thins
Leaving only the strings
The audience falls silent to listen to her sleeping
We whisper through phone lines
That choke the life out of me sometimes
I can barely breath
The elegance of black and white photography
Is set off by a set of eyes so blue it's blinding
The medic says, he's drowning
The doctor says, we've got a heartbeat
And my mother says
Just rest, sweetie, your lungs are too shallow to breath
All I've got left is to pull at these heart-strings
Until I strike a chord that'll make you come back to me
We hate the way we are sometimes
Her hair's still caught in power-lines
These neon lights are throwing stones at your bedroom window
And baby, who are you to resist a charm like that
A charm like that
Footprints in the snow are in dance steps
Offices resemble chandeliers when your eyes are still wet
And the man on the radio sends the next one out to you
For all the lovers in the room
For all the lovers in the room
Does he mix your drinks while you're falling asleep
Whispering you love me
Does he mix your drinks
Does he tell you just what you need to believe
Does he mix your drinks
And you're all dolled up for these nights of your life
And I can't divert my eyes
She looks so damn nice in that ensemble at twilight
At twilight
Could you re-read your lines
Take it from the part where you start to cry
Cause I know what to say this time
That we're just pawns in tight designer jeans
That it's not your fault that you weren't thinking
It's okay cause you've been drinking darling
So raise your glass to me
That we're just pawns in tight designer jeans
That it's not your fault that you weren't thinking
It's okay cause you've been drinking darling
So raise your glass to me
Blackout, midnight
Choked up, apologize
Cigarette, lipstick
Dry eyes, show time
Does he mix your drinks
Does he mix you
Does he mix your drinks while you're falling asleep
Whispering you love me
Whispering you love me
Does he mix your drinks
Does he tell you just what you need to believe
Does he mix your drink
Does he, does he
So meet me on Front Street when you sober up a bit, baby
And lead me through back streets and alleys
She smiles the loudest sound that I've ever heard
As we sidestep to the tune of falling chandeliers
The man on the radio is crying out his eyes
As he whispers his "I love yous" and "goodnights"
Helicopter blades cut off reflected light
Cut reflected light