Especially with Elektra, because I'm doing a lot of the covers for the new version of Elektra.
quote by Bill Sienkiewicz
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Elektra has no control over the live show, at least.
quote by Mike Gordon
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I'm at the beginning of it. I'm Elektra's last job before the story kicks off.
quote by Jason Isaacs
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I am thrilled to have been able to put together this new album. I listened to everything I had recorded in the 24 years with Elektra, and then just took all the ones I am mad about.
quote by Judy Collins
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Elektra Luxx
Carla Gugino, Adrianne Palicki, Emmanuelle Chriqui, Malin Akerman, Joseph Gordon-Levitt
by Sebastian Gutierrez from Elektra Luxx (2010)
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In the case of Elektra I really wasn't sure I could pull it off. There were so many intellectual leaps. My character, Stick, is blind, but he can see better than most people. So I had trouble kind of finding the logic.
quote by Terence Stamp
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I'm really happy with Elektra, I don't have anything bad to say about them at all. I always knew a major label was the right place for me to be. I never really had an opportunity to go to an independent label anyway.
quote by Jon Crosby
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We had been working. We had a bunch of songs written and it came time to make the record, so we had our lawyer make the call to Elektra and ask for our advance. Then, we got dropped. It was actually exciting.
Elektra Luxx [Elektra Meets Dell]
Carla Gugino, Timothy Olyphant
by Sebastian Gutierrez, Sebastian Gutierrez from Elektra Luxx (2010)
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Elektra Luxx [Bert's Video Blog]
Joseph Gordon-Levitt
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Hold Me Up
If I'm trying to be hidden
You still see me
If my faith has been turned into fear
If my whole world is crashing
It won't matter
I can keep it together if you're here
'Cause you are the one
Who holds me up when I fall down
You are the one who I can trust
You you are the one
Who holds me up when I fall down
You are the one who I can trust
If my dreams start to crumble
You won't worry
If my heart starts to sink into fear
If my whole plan just shatters
It won't matter
I can keep it together if you're here
'Cause you are the one
Who holds me up when I come down
You are the one who I can trust
You you are the one
Who holds me up when I fall down
You are the one who I can trust
'Cause you are the one
Who holds me up when I come down
You are the one who I can trust
You are the one who I can trust
You are the one who I can trust
Copyright 2003 Elektra Entertainment Group
song performed by by Year Of The Rabbit
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Leben Gegen Leben
Leben gegen Leben! !
Wie der Vater, so der Sohn;
Wie die Mutter, so die Tochter;
Und viw meine erster Urlaub in deiner Heimat,
Aber keiner ist eine Insel im diesem Leben.
Das Leben ist wie eine lange Reise,
Und wie eine Elektra aus der Steckdose;
Aber die Wahrheit zu zweit ist wie neues Leben,
Mit Frischem Wind und Buschmesser.
Licht aus das Völker!
Aber das neue Leben ist die Zukunft Afrikas! !
Wie ein Land für unsere Zeit,
Dadurch mit unbekümmert Schwänzen;
Aber mit dem Blick aus Afrika!
Die Farben sind so frisch wie die Blumen,
Und jeden kann es zurück nack oben schaffen! !
Egal wie tief eroder sie gestürzt ist;
Aber keiner ist eine Insel im diesem Lebe.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Father unequalled
No version is a better version
Than its original version.
No man is a better person
Other than one’s father
To be one’s mother’s husband.
25.05.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Down Home
Rick bowles/josh leo
Just off of the beaten path
A little dot on a state road map
Thats where I was born and where Ill die
Things move at a slower pace
Nobodys in the rat race
And these days thats a special way of life
Chorus:
Down home, where they know you by name
And treat you like family
Down home, a mans godd word and s hand shake
Are all you need
Folks know, if they;re fallnig on hard times
They can fall back on
Thos of us raised up down home
In the corner of the hardware store
Gathered round a checkerboard
Old men telling lies and crowning kings
Kids driving round th eold town square
Tops rolled down in the coll night air
Do and see whats shaking at the dairy queen
Rpeat chorus
Bridge
When I was a boy, I couldnt wait to leave this place
Butnow I want to see my children raised down home, down home
Folks know, if theyre falling on hard times
They can fall back on
Those of us raised up...
Repeat chorus
(c) 1990 maypop music (a division of wildcountry, inc.) bmi & warner/elektra/asylum music, inc./mopage music(bmi). all rights reserved.
song performed by by Alabama
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In the interest rate area, traders have for a long time used a version of what is known as Black's model for European bond options; another version of the same model for caps and floors; and yet another version of the same model for European swap options.
A book is a version of the world. If you do not like it, ignore it or offer your own version in return.
quote by Salman Rushdie
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Jim Morrison's very good looking, but I don't like this version of the song. The Feliciano version is better.
quote by Maurice Gibb
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A book is a version of the world. If you do not like it, ignore it; or offer your own version in return.
Salman Rushdie in O Magazine (April 2003)
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Mask That Covers My Pain
I wear a mask,
A mask that covers my pain,
I wear a smile,
A smile to cover my frown,
Secretly I am sad,
No ones here to hold me,
No ones here to love me,
I have no one,
My mask covers the pain in my eyes,
My mask covers the pain in my face,
My mask covers the pain in my heart,
My mask covers the pain in me,
I am but alone,
I am but in pain,
I am the only one,
I put a mask on,
To cover my pain,
poem by Samantha Guinen
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A Man Meets A Woman In The Street
Under the separated leaves of shade
Of the gingko, that old tree
That has existed essentially unchanged
Longer than any other living tree,
I walk behind a woman. Her hair's coarse gold
Is spun from the sunlight that it rides upon.
Women were paid to knit from sweet champagne
Her second skin: it winds and unwinds, winds
Up her long legs, delectable haunches,
As she sways, in sunlight, up the gazing aisle.
The shade of the tree that is called maidenhair,
That is not positively known
To exist in a wild state, spots her fair or almost fair
Hair twisted in a French twist; tall or almost tall,
She walks through the air the rain has washed, a clear thing
Moving easily on its high heels, seeming to men
Miraculous...Since I can call her, as Swann couldn't
A woman who is my type, I follow with the warmth
Of familiarity, of novelty, this new
Example of the type,
Reminded of how Lorenz's just-hatched goslings
Shook off the last remnants of the egg
And, looking at Lorenz, realized that Lorenz
Was their mother. Quaking, his little family
Followed him everywhere; and when they met a goose,
Their mother, they ran to him afraid.
Imprinted upon me
Is the shape I run to, the sweet strange
Breath-taking contours that breathe to me: 'I am yours,
Be mine!'
Following this new
Body, somehow familiar, this young shape, somehow old,
For a moment I'm younger, the century is younger.
the living Strauss, his moustache just getting gray,
Is shouting to the players: 'Louder!
Louder! I can still hear Madame Schumann-Heink-'
Or else, white, bald, the old man's joyfully
Telling conductors they must play Elektra
Like A Midsummer Night's Dream -like a fairy music;
Proust, dying, is swallowing his iced beer
And changing in proof the death of Bergotte
According to his own experience; Garbo,
A commissar in Paris, is listening attentively
To the voice telling how McGillicuddy me McGillivray,
And McGillivray said to McGillicuddy-no, McGillicuddy
Said to McGillivray-that is, McGillivray...Garbo
Says seriously: 'I vish dey'd never met.'
As I walk behind this woman I remember
That before I flew here-waked in the forest
At dawn, by the piece called Birds Beginning Day
That, each day, birds play to begin the day-
I wished as men wish: 'May this day be different!'
The birds were wishing, as birds wish-over and over,
With a last firmness, intensity, reality-
'May this day be the same!'
Ah, turn to me
And look into my eyes, say: 'I am yours,
Be mine!'
My wish will have come true. And yet
When your eyes meet my eyes, they'll bring into
The weightlessness of my pure wish the weight
Of a human being: someone to help or hurt,
Someone to be good to me, to be good to,
Someone to cry when I am angry
that she doesn't like Elektra, someone to start on Proust with.
A wish, come true, is life. I have my life.
When you turn just slide your eyes across my eyes
And show in a look flickering across your face
As lightly as a leaf's shade, a bird's wing,
That there is no one in the world quit like me,
That if only...If only...
That will be enough.
But I've pretended long enough: I walk faster
And come close, touch with the tip of my finger
The nape of her neck, just where the gold
Hair stops, and the champagne-colored dress begins.
My finger touches her as the gingko's shadow
Touches her.
Because, after all, it is my wife
In a new dress from Bergdorf's, walking toward the park.
She cries out, we kiss each other, and walk arm in arm
Through the sunlight that's much too good for New York,
The sunlight of our own house in the forest.
Still, though, the poor things need it...We've no need
To start out on Proust, to ask each other about Strauss.
We first helped each other, hurt each other, years ago.
After so many changes made and joys repeated,
Our first bewildered, transcending recognition
Is pure acceptance. We can't tell our life
From our wish. Really I began the day
Not with a man's wish: 'May this day be different,'
But with the birds' wish: 'May this day
Be the same day, the day of my life.'
poem by Randall Jarrell
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The long version of the play is actually an easier version to follow. In all of the cut versions the intense speeches are cut too close together for the audience and the actors.
quote by Kenneth Branagh
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