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This is particularly clear on the pre-release single “I Won’t Kneel.” While this track manages to capture some of the glamorous, 1980s female-driven rock it strives for, it ultimately progresses with no distinct purpose, lacking the sex appeal so crucial in such anthems—providing a musical androgyny not quirky enough to be endearing, and not striking enough to be engaging...
...Ground Zero.” Two electric guitar lines produce a frenetic beat that is further energized by pounding drums and a screaming Wayne, who raps about the pitfalls of a bad drug trip. “How can I pray when I got nothing to kneel on?” Wayne asks, as he explains, “I’m so high that the ground is gone.” Wayne for once manages to match the fast moving metal-rock sound that is dominant throughout “Rebirth” with an appropriately aggressive lyrical...
...communist guerrilla stronghold on Bulgap Mountain, at a county called Hampyeong in the Korean peninsula's southwest corner. By the time they scaled the ridge, the rebels had fled. That's when the bloodshed began. Suspecting the villagers in the area had helped the enemy, the soldiers made them kneel in a trench, then shoved sharpened bamboo sticks down their throats and shot them...
...assortment of shoes of every nature accumulated by the doors outside the church. Families prayed together, others lined up in a long queue that slowly snaked around the church to get a brief moment to touch the altar where the venerated statue is kept. I saw four young girls kneel and walk the entire length of the church on their knees to pray at the altar...
...When she got to her feet, the knees of her pants were frayed and bits of gravel clung to the fabric, but she didn’t brush them clean or in any other way distract her focus from the figure kneeling on the opposite bank. The dark shape across the water grew elongated, also standing. They faced one another with the Feather River in between. In two or three more hours? they would kneel again and drink.”Among prose stylists, Denis Johnson has few living equals. His finest moments bristle with beauty and potential; words blossom...