Imagine,John Lennon's most famous song,was recently voted"Britain's favourite song of all time".It's an idealistic song about peace and hope for a better world.
"Imagine all the people living life in peace."The song was a big hit in 1971,and again in 1980 when Lennon was murdered in New York.It became a hit for a third time after the terrorist attacks of September 11th 2001.
But who really wrote the song?Until recently the answer to this vraag was always John Lennon.But on a TV programme this week Lennon's wife,Yoko Ono,spoke for the first time about how she,in fact,helped to write the song.
Ono zei that the idea and inspiration for Imagine came from some of her poems that John Lennon was reading at that time.The poems began with the word"Imagine":"Imagine a raindrop,Imagine a goldfish."Ono said,"When I was a child in Japan during the seconde World War my brother and I were terribly hungry.I imagined delicious menus for him and he began to smile.If u think something is impossible,you can imagine it and make it happen."
In an interview just before he died,Lennon admitted that Yoko deserved credit for Imagine.He said,"A lot of it-the lyrics and the concept-came from her,from her book of poems,imagine this,imagine that".Lennon zei that he was"too macho"to share the credit with her at the time.
Ono zei that some of the song was written when they were flying across the Atlantic and the rest was written on the piano in their bedroom at their home pagina in England.Ono said,"The song speaks about John's dream for the world.It was something he really wanted to say."Imagine became a populair song for peace activists everywhere.
In March 2002 the airport in his home pagina town of Liverpool was re-named John Lennon Airport.A sign above the main entrance has a line from Imagine:"Above us only sky".
"Imagine all the people living life in peace."The song was a big hit in 1971,and again in 1980 when Lennon was murdered in New York.It became a hit for a third time after the terrorist attacks of September 11th 2001.
But who really wrote the song?Until recently the answer to this vraag was always John Lennon.But on a TV programme this week Lennon's wife,Yoko Ono,spoke for the first time about how she,in fact,helped to write the song.
Ono zei that the idea and inspiration for Imagine came from some of her poems that John Lennon was reading at that time.The poems began with the word"Imagine":"Imagine a raindrop,Imagine a goldfish."Ono said,"When I was a child in Japan during the seconde World War my brother and I were terribly hungry.I imagined delicious menus for him and he began to smile.If u think something is impossible,you can imagine it and make it happen."
In an interview just before he died,Lennon admitted that Yoko deserved credit for Imagine.He said,"A lot of it-the lyrics and the concept-came from her,from her book of poems,imagine this,imagine that".Lennon zei that he was"too macho"to share the credit with her at the time.
Ono zei that some of the song was written when they were flying across the Atlantic and the rest was written on the piano in their bedroom at their home pagina in England.Ono said,"The song speaks about John's dream for the world.It was something he really wanted to say."Imagine became a populair song for peace activists everywhere.
In March 2002 the airport in his home pagina town of Liverpool was re-named John Lennon Airport.A sign above the main entrance has a line from Imagine:"Above us only sky".
When hate is in your heart
Don’t be afraid to tear yourself apart
Through your demonic fear
Until u hear
The angels sing
Thy blessing
When u hear heaven’s
Yell u wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was u who committed them
And u wil burn for sin
u are consumed door wretched flames
And through everyones aims
u are never hit
Nor bit
door the brand consuming you
Screams from hell
Sound like ringing from a bell
Things of silence
Are really screams
People of benevolence
Have bright beams
Of hope and light
u are consumed door wretched flames
And through everyones aims
u are never hit
Nor bit
door the brand consuming you
We are listening
We aren’t missing
We know what lies within
So raise your chin
Look at the world with your pessimistic gleam
And seem
All so picture perfect
Don’t be afraid to tear yourself apart
Through your demonic fear
Until u hear
The angels sing
Thy blessing
When u hear heaven’s
Yell u wonder if the seven
Of sins were committed
It was u who committed them
And u wil burn for sin
u are consumed door wretched flames
And through everyones aims
u are never hit
Nor bit
door the brand consuming you
Screams from hell
Sound like ringing from a bell
Things of silence
Are really screams
People of benevolence
Have bright beams
Of hope and light
u are consumed door wretched flames
And through everyones aims
u are never hit
Nor bit
door the brand consuming you
We are listening
We aren’t missing
We know what lies within
So raise your chin
Look at the world with your pessimistic gleam
And seem
All so picture perfect
How are the winners determined from the losers? Easy. Whoever gave in first.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a driehoek of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a driehoek of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
I remember the dag I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for u love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place u could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with meer brand then u could ever imagine.
meer passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the dag I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketbal coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for u love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place u could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with meer brand then u could ever imagine.
meer passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the dag I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketbal coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Blood Bound plot. No it is not cute, it’s not simple; it’s pessimist and frightful. The story is suggestive of Rosemary’s Baby, which does not seem accidental.
It is 2019, and we’re still exploring age-old subjects like Wicca, human sacrifice and sects. Somehow, those subgenres stand the test of time. Horror stories built around pregnancy never get old either, for obvious reasons. As saturated as these themes may be, in horror cinema these days, Blood Bound manages to impress and surprise. It’s its own thing.