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William Faulkner's A Rose for Emily. The Story's First Person Plural Narrator and its German Translation
William Faulkner's A Rose for Emily. The Story's First Person Plural Narrator and its German Translation: ab 12.99 €- Shop: ebook.de
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Myrical Child
Who Am I? My legal name is Brent Lopez. My stage name, Binx Lopez. I am 24 years old and I am an up and coming Inspirational Rap Artist based out of Omaha, Nebraska. Growing up I have seen many things. I have been a ranking member of an organized gang. I have sold almost every drug there is and have hurt a lot of innocent or undeserving people. I have been writing poetry and rap songs since I was incarcerated my first time when I was twelve. Since then there has been so many times I should have been sent to prison, killed, or even caught aids, but none of those things happened to me. For some reason the lord has kept me alive and has given me chance after chance. I have always believed in myself and knew I could accomplish anything I put my mind to. The problem was I believed in street life and loyalty to the wrong people. I first started taking music seriously as the result of a Federal Investigation that lead to the arrests of every close friend I had, and also, my drug sources. I took the remaining amount of money I had and spent it on studio equipment as an understanding that my career as a drug dealer was over. From the very first song I knew and understood the talent I possessed, and how I now had an opportunity to let people know that I exist in a positive way. I tell story's of my life in my music that I believe can inspire and touch people from any age, any gender, and any race. I have since done many performances in many different places around the country and have had the help of radio stations along the way. The reaction I get is always the same. People tell me I have a gift, I think so too. I have been dealt a bad hand in life, but have already proven that anybody can change and anything is possible if you set your mind to it. The last four years of my life has been dedicated to two things, reaching for my dreams, and telling people that they should do the same. I now run a program for at risk youth in Detention Centers and Schools. Now I know why I'm still alive and out of prison. God put me on this earth to write hits and collect dreams.... When I put them together it looks like this- Myrical Entertainment.- Shop: odax
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Paraworld Zero (Unabridged Audiobook-12.5 Hours)
Reviewers are calling Matthew Peterson's award-winning and best-selling young adult novel a 'Harry Potter meets Star Wars!' Twelve-year-old earthling, Simon Kent, stumbles upon a secret that thrusts him into a bizarre adventure filled with magic, technology and deadly out-of-this-world creatures. He discovers a true friend, confronts his inner demons and becomes the savior to a peculiar race of people, when all he truly wants is to find his way back home. Parallel to Simon's adventures is a mystery involving a catlike spy and a magical swordsman who both struggle to maintain peace among the paraworlds. But evil lurks in unexpected places, and few people can be trusted. Their paths ultimately lead them to Simon: the one boy who might be able to prevent the biggest assassination attempt in the known paraverse. The unabridged audiobook of Paraworld Zero is 12 hours and 28 minutes long (10 CDs). It contains over 100 unique character voices narrated by Matthew and Alicia Peterson, who have both performed in numerous musicals and plays. Accomplishments for Paraworld Zero: - Hit the Barnes & Noble and Amazon Online Bestseller Lists! - Winner of the National Indie Excellence Awards - Winner of the London Book Festival - Two-time Winner of the Los Angeles DIY Book Festival - Second Place in the Moonbeam Children's Book Awards - Finalist in the ForeWord Magazine's Book of the Year Awards - Two-time Finalist in the Next Generation Indie Book Awards - Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read - Flamingnet TOP CHOICE Award for Young Adult Fiction - 3rd Place for the Preditors and Editors Best SF Novel Award - Honorable Mentions from the Hollywood, New York, New England, and Beach Book Festivals Reviews of Paraworld Zero: '...stirring audio adaptation that the whole family can enjoy, perfect for long car trips. Highly recommended.' - Midwest Book Review 'Mr. Peterson has begun what looks like could become the next big young adult series. I was spellbound from the very beginning. I loved how someone [as] average as Simon turned out to be more than anyone could ever imagine.' - Fallen Angel Reviews (Recommended Read) 'For a first time novelist Peterson shows a good grasp of what makes a book exciting, injecting his novel with a cracking pace, endearing characters - and the story's breakneck climax is well worth the wait... I wouldn't be surprised if the book wasn't optioned for a film sometime in the future... well worth buying...' - Sci-fi Online 'It's rollicking adventure style reminds this reader of a cross between Harry Potter's adventures and those of Artemis Fowl. Colorful characters, fast-paced adventure, and clever humor make this an interesting read.' - Teens Read Too '...I greatly enjoyed the story... a must read for anyone who loves fantasy and for anyone who loves a good adventure/coming-of-age novel.' - Flamingnet TOP CHOICE Award 'The story follows young Simon Kent, an orphan and a victim of bullies, as he is suddenly catapulted into a series of adventures by an encounter with a young student of magic.' - School Library Journal '...tale of magic, mayhem, and maturation... action packed... A reasonable blend of science fiction and fantasy, Simon's adventures should appeal to middle schoolers...' - VOYA '...murderous villains, mighty warriors, goddess-like women, impossible problems and some of the wildest chases since the Keystone Kops. More fun than a barrel of computer games. Read it. Trust me, you'll have a terrific time on that borderland.' - Douglas Hill (bestselling author of nearly 70 books) 'Flame throwing pigeons and demonic dumpsters. Funny and imaginative.' - Maria V. Snyder (New York Times bestselling author of Poison Study) About the Author: Matthew Peterson is an award-winning writer, second degree black belt in karate, Eagle scout, computer programmer and former missionary. He lives in Arizona with his wife, five boys and their giant African tortoise.- Shop: odax
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Cleopatra Jones
A Turkish poppy field is torched and a U.S. drug trafficker known as Mommy (Shelley Winters) is feeling pretty burned. She phones the local cops she owns and orders a retaliatory strike on an inner-city antidrug headquarters. Mommy's next call should be to 911. Because now she'll have to mess with Cleopatra Jones (Tamara Dobson). Mommy is relentless in her vendetta but Cleo responds with catlike karate stealth. (Bong So Hon, technical advisor on Billy Jack, supervised the karate sequences.) Doodlebug, Pickle, Snake and more of Mommy's offbeat stooges add glide to the story's stride. Their antics, Mommy's chortling sleaziness and Cleo's class shape the power and pizzazz of Cleopatra Jones.- Shop: odax
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Caravan
Composer Tim Story follows up his critically-acclaimed collaboration 'Lunz' with a soundtrack from another part of the world. From the production company of award-winning Spanish director Pedro Almodovar, Caravan is a feature-length documentary set in Nepal and north Africa. A unique glimpse into two seldom-seen cultures, the film traces the compelling journeys of two adolescent boys: Pemba in Nepal, and Rabdoulah in Niger. Each will embark on an adventure that few of us Westerners will ever experience -the centuries-old salt caravans. For followers of Tim Story's elegantly introspective 'ambient chamber' music, Story might seem an unconventional choice to score a film set in such exotic locales. Steadfastly evolving his own unique palette of Western classical instruments and subtle electronics, Story was never seduced by the 'world music' flourishes that have become so commonplace. But as Caravan's music supervisor Alán Cantos enthused, 'I saw a thousand adventures, dunes, sky, stars, and empty spaces... and I was only two-thirds into {Tim's} first CD!' Discovered one day on a Madrid radio station, Story's music had stayed with Cantos, prompting him to share it with Caravan's director Gerardo Olivares during one of the film crew's shoots in Niger. It became a kind of soundtrack for their long days and nights in the desert. When the time came for the filmmakers to commission a composer to score the film, the choice was already becoming clear. There are the occasional geographic cues in Story's music for Caravan: the tongue drums deftly played by Louie Simon, the oriental flute in one piece, or the chants of Tibetan Buddhist monks in another, all of which conjure for the listener a vivid sense of time and place. But this soundtrack is no world music travelogue. Caravan is a film about people, and Story's music searches for the nuances and truths of human nature. Always a particular strength of Story's solo work, moments of sheer beauty and unsettling dangers intermingle in this music, deepening the film's tone with uncommon delicacy. Beautifully articulated by Kim Bryden's oboe and Martha Reikow's cello, Story's spare yet rich themes map for us the emotional terrain of Pemba and Rabdoulah's journeys, and in doing so, give us a recording that is strikingly haunting and surprisingly cohesive - even when removed from the context of the film itself. Remixed, re-sequenced and in some instances even re-composed for this CD release by Story himself, Caravan shows clearly why the Grammy-nominated composer has been called 'a master of electronic chamber music' (CD Review, USA), and 'a true artist in the electronic medium' (Victory Review, USA).- Shop: odax
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Beaten Sea
Lyrics: Turn Out Empty In the dry summer days when the crickets all play and you know that they all call for you I'll be there with a green-eyed glare giving you the stare that you need You mustn't be blue I could have love in me too It just might take a few years to find it And if I have it in me and I don't turn out empty I swear that you'll be the first to know 'Cause the days they vanish like smoke and down to your bones you're a-burnin' 'Cause the vastness of the sea it don't match what you need And I'll hear you cryin' out to me So don't make up your mind It will only take time till you're crying and grabbin' for the air, babe But I see you're resolved so I'll give it my all to wait for you to fall to the floor 'Cause I remember the way that my father would say an early grave is the work of a beauty and I ain't never been hurt but I do take his word though I really, really, really, really don't want to be alone Doctor's Not Gonna Cure Our Ills Doctor's not gonna cure our ills Preacher's not gonna bend out wills Mother's not gonna set us still for long Father told me he's got a plan If that don't work, we'll burn the land I wish I gave a damn, but I don't So if you're gonna leave, don't go far These distances can break my heart Don't you worry one second more I told you once and once before I whispered through your bedroom door, it's alright So if you're gonna cry, cry in my arms You can't be loved and not be harmed I tell you so you aren't alarmed when you are So if you're gonna leave, don't go far These distances can break my heart Doctor's not gonna cure our ills Preacher's not gonna bend out wills Mother's not gonna set us still for long Father told me he's got a plan If that don't work, we'll burn the land I wish I gave a damn, but I don't So if you're gonna leave, don't go far These distances can break my heart Grave Clothes You saw me in my grave clothes The first day we met For forty days I trembled For forty more I wept We carved our letters on an oak tree And around those letters carved a heart And around that tree we built a white picket fence Outside the fence we kept the dark Now fences don't keep out the darkness And darkness can't discern the thief The thief who'd sneak into our garden And chop down our oak tree When I hear that oak tree fallin' I'll come lookin' for that man As you stand there cold and crying With the axe blade in your hand Hard Way You said you're leaving I'll see you in the morning And that is just one more thing That ties me to a place Though you cry now All I can think is just how Those damp gray lines they have bound Your eyes upon your face It's a hard way but it's our way When you return Tell me of your travels The angels and the rabble And how they sang the same You'll say you missed me I will say I missed you Then you say you love me, It's all that we can do It's a hard way but it's our way My words are weapons My success, it is regression My joy, it is depression I'm leaping just to fall Will we share a tombstone Will I go in the ground all alone If so, will you remarry? Will you marry me at all? Hatchet I've got a hatchet at my heel To lay me low He aims to, he aims to lay me low I felt it in the womb Overcame He took my blood and then he took my name He took to the air With each breath He filled his lungs until there was nothing left I've got a hatchet at my heel To lay me low He aims to, he aims to lay me low Weight Against the Weather I put my weight against the weather I lay my hands upon the wheel But they're only holy harlots So I try not to feel the winds blow The winds blow And the wheels turn to the city and my mind turns back and sees you climbing into my bed with the dirt brushed off your feet Winds do howl, winds do howl And if the heart's a lonely hunter then the eyes are lyin' thieves that keep me from your fingers climbing up my sleeve Winds do howl, winds do howl And your naked shoulders tell me that I'm awfully close to sin Praise the good Lord that Jehovah doesn't know where you have been Winds do howl, winds do howl And there were roots down in the river back when I was just a boy and there was something pure within me that just ain't pure no more Winds have howled, red winds howl Serpent Song The serpent bit my heel and I bruised his head Though we were not dead, we were dying "It's how it's gotta be," that copperhead said As we fell to the red ground, writhing So I sang a tune to charm that old snake That I might make my escape The snake, it seemed, had heard the song once or twice And decided I needed advice "My bite, it will hurt but not harm you." So I sang my song and sang it in vain It didn't ease my pain or my cryin' Just then the serpent turned and wiped up my tears Said "Nothing to fear," he was lying So I stared into his eyes for a spell To contemplate heaven and hell I heard him talk about when grandfather fell And when he got to the parts that I knew I knew he had changed them to hide you I told that serpent that "I see through your schemes, You get behind me, I'm not buying." The snake just smiled and said, "I'll do as you please, For a small fee I'll be complyin'." So to the scene of the original crime The serpent and I went this time I still don't know what that snake hoped we would find But here's what I saw: the rise and the fall And my grandfather walking just like I am Living With Your Ghost You're the seemliest stranger I know If you were to leave me I would never know, you see 'Cause I have been livin' with your ghost Sometimes the story's stranger than the truth But at times like these, the truth is of no use to me A ghostly love with have to do Sleep, sleep You know I've seen you come, I've seen you go Like a bone-chillin' wind Through my thoughts, without, within You're leavin' my heart so cold Mama, she will sing her lullabies Her breath keeps the rhythm Her lips will keep that song in time I listen as she sings and father cries Sleep, sleep They tell me I can see you in my dreams Your arms, they can hurt me But the visions can't embrace me So I'm groaning when I wake and when I sleep Sleep, sleep One Last Night for Birthpains I dreamt, I dreamed the Nazarene Gored him in the dead of night The body of a broken wife She was left standing there clean And her lack of clothes, her mannequin pose It was all elected pain Direct attempts to hide the shame and now it's the only thing that shows The holy wars the prophecies' whore Mystery, the mother's name A cup of gold, the blood of saints Scarlet beast from the ocean floor I looked upon a sky that boasts Fury for the fruit of wombs Jackals crying in their tombs An anger fit for the nation's hosts And the scalpel blade, the liar-sage Cut the fattened like a calf But seven trumpets clear a path Peels of thunder burn and empty cage It's a Long Ways It's a long ways that's holding me down And I'm holding on to you But the onliest way for me to be all day Is alone with the loneliest tune And the rain's been falling down Ain't we all fallen, too? And the prettiest of girls in this whole fallen world Left to pine with the grittiest of blues So me and the boys we'll start making some noise and together we can make it all pretty We will stomp where we stand with our bottles in hand Make the best of this god-awful city Somewhere, someone once told me That alone is only letting go and the surest of things that this crazy life brings is a comfort in the lowest of lows Sugarland Blues I've been writin' tragedies in my bed With broken lovers that hurt in my head But they don't seem to come alive or my ink just let's 'em die like burdens that I know I need to shed And I'm hopin' that I can wake up Feel both the joy and the sorrow we sup Because the comfort creeps and it lulls me right to sleep The burdens that I choose to keep are a crutch The blank page is waitin' for the ghost of that woman that I love the most O how she terrifies! Mixes truth right in with lies Don't know why she hides her cries From coast to coast So now I- Shop: odax
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My Wonderful Wanda
Winner of awards at Tribeca and Vancouver, My Wonderful Wanda is a delightful satire of the haves and the have-nots set against the backdrop of a gorgeous lakeside villa in Switzerland. At the story's center is Wanda (Agnieszka Grochowska) a Polish caretaker who has left her own small children in Poland to look after Josef (André Jung) the stroke-ridden patriarch of the wealthy Wegmeister-Gloor dynasty. Wanda is adept in navigating the tricky family dynamics between the two grown (if still childish) offspring and the elegant if controlling matriarch Elsa (an amazing Marthe Keller), along with the sporadic intervention of animals stuffed or alive. But an unexpected turn of events turns everything upside down. While My Wonderful Wanda exposes present-day realities of class injustice, thanks to writer-director Bettina Oberli's empathetic lens, it is never less than a very human comedy.- Shop: odax
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