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Louis Dean (3 May 1874 – 8 April 1933), was an American actor. He appeared in 16 films between 1917 and 1923.
He was born in Wilmington, Delaware, USA and died in Honolulu, Hawaii.
Louis Armstrong (August 4, 1901 – July 6, 1971), nicknamed Satchmo or Pops, was an American jazz trumpeter and singer from New Orleans, Louisiana.
Coming to prominence in the 1920s as an "inventive" cornet and trumpet player, Armstrong was a foundational influence in jazz, shifting the music's focus from collective improvisation to solo performance. With his instantly recognizable deep and distinctive gravelly voice, Armstrong was also an influential singer, demonstrating great dexterity as an improviser, bending the lyrics and melody of a song for expressive purposes. He was also greatly skilled at scat singing (vocalizing using sounds and syllables instead of actual lyrics).
Renowned for his charismatic stage presence and voice almost as much as for his trumpet-playing, Armstrong's influence extends well beyond jazz music, and by the end of his career in the 1960s, he was widely regarded as a profound influence on popular music in general. Armstrong was one of the first truly popular African-American entertainers to "cross over," whose skin-color was secondary to his music in an America that was severely racially divided. It allowed him socially acceptable access to the upper echelons of American society that were highly restricted for a black man. While he rarely publicly politicized his race, often to the dismay of fellow African-Americans, he was privately a strong supporter of the Civil Rights movement in America.[citation needed]
Looking for a figure, loving a thing
Only one life to live, full of yourself
History of time and time again, just getting worst
Increase in numbers, longing to be...
Looking for guidance, without a clue
Dragging an existence, without a goal
Yearning of something, that can't be grasped
Seduce by forces, they can't foreseen
Lies within, no more lies to me!
Lies within!
No longer finding, the way to escape
Adoring a face, that came truly from the past
Finding is reality, a waste of all
Reaching out in anger, out of frustration
Lies within, no more lies to me!
Lies within!
[Solo & harmonies: C. Illianes]
Trying to set me free, from the lie within
Bringing back my past, at any cost
Getting out of the shell, within myself