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The Angelus (Latin for "angel") is a Christian devotion in memory of the Incarnation. As with many Catholic prayers, the name Angelus is derived from its incipit: Angelus Domini nuntiavit Mariæ ("... the Angel of the Lord declared unto Mary ...") and is practised by reciting as versicle and response three Biblical verses describing the mystery; alternating with the salutation "Hail Mary!" The Angelus exemplifies a species of prayers called the prayer of the devotee.
The devotion was traditionally recited in Roman Catholic churches, convents, and monasteries three times daily: 6:00 am, noon, and 6:00 pm (many churches still follow the devotion, and some practice it at home). The devotion is also used by some Anglican and Lutheran churches.
The Angelus is usually accompanied by the ringing of the Angelus bell, which is a call to prayer and to spread good-will to everyone on Earth. The angel referred to in the prayer is Gabriel, a messenger of God who revealed to Mary that she would conceive a child to be born the Son of God. (Luke 1:26-38).
Hubert-Félix Thiéfaine (French pronunciation: [ybɛʁ feliks tjefɛn]) is a French pop-rock singer and songwriter, born 21 July 1948 in the town of Dole in the Jura département.
Mostly shunned by television and radio, he has built over the years – through word of mouth and frequent touring – a considerable following which allowed him to fill the 17,000-seater Palais omnisports de Paris-Bercy for an anniversary concert in 1998. In recent years he has been increasingly name-dropped as an influence by the latest generation of performers in France, and was the subject of a tribute album of covers in 2002. He has been performing since the late 1960s and releasing records since 1978.
Musically, H-FT draws mostly from classic rock, with rare nods to the latest musical trends, and generally leaves the arranging to a collaborator. But his songs are most notable for instantly recognisable lyrics, with their trademarks streams of consciousness, surreal and often extreme or dark imagery, often tinged with comedy, cynicism, literary references, neologisms and liberal use of scientific, long or foreign words. The lyrical mayhem sometimes spreads into comically long song titles, such as Enfermé dans les cabinets (avec la fille mineure des 80 chasseurs), or Exercice de simple provocation avec 33 fois le mot « coupable ». His education in a Catholic boarding school has also left deep traces which surface in his lyrics in the form of biblical quotations and cheerfully blasphemous lyrics.
Actors: Tom Fahy (composer), Shaun Wilson (director), Shaun Wilson (producer), Shaun Wilson (composer), Shaun Wilson (actor), Amber Connor (actress), Tammy Honey (producer), Tammy Honey (actress), Tammy Honey (editor), Zozie Brown (composer), Zozie Brown (actress), Pearl Wilson (producer), Jacqueline Connor (actress), Andrew Harrison (actor), Jeff Malpas (producer),
Plot: Filmed and produced by Australian director Shaun Wilson, 51 Paintings spans over 6 years and 3 countries to bring to life an original and extraordinary slow media cinematic experience based on characters located in German medieval painting.
Keywords: art, horror-art, landscape, memory, painting, philosophy, place, rewind, silent-filmActors: Karl-Heinz von Hassel (actor), Hans Brenner (actor), Peter Capell (actor), Bruno Dallansky (actor), Hans Epskamp (actor), Guido Wieland (actor), Herbert Weicker (actor), Werner Kreindl (actor), Max Mairich (actor), Fritz Umgelter (director), Jörg Pleva (actor), Wilfried Klaus (actor), Ulrich von Dobschütz (actor), Wilmut Borell (actor), Günter Spörrle (actor),
Genres: Drama,I feel so much sorrow on my skin, on my skin
I feel so much sorrow on my skin, on my skin
With everybody gone, don't you get sick alone?
I wish you were at home, I wish you didn't go
I feel so much sorrow on my skin, on my skin
I feel so much sorrow on my skin, on my skin
With everybody gone, don't you get sick alone?
I wish you were at home, I wish you'd never go
I'll wait till you wash my blood,
I'll wait till you wash my blood,
I feel so much sorrow on my skin,on my skin
I feel so much sorrow on my skin,on my skin
With everybody gone, don't you get sick alone?
I wish you were at home, I wish you didn't go
I'll wait till you wash my blood,
I'll wait till you wash my blood.