Word: lilts
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...songs are not remembered as having the romance of Jerome Kern's, the wit of Cole Porter's, the lilt of Richard Rodgers', the sophistication of George Gershwin's. But his songs are surely remembered - and as more than exhibits in the museum of old tunes. "God Bless America," "Easter Parade" and "White Christmas" and a couple dozen others run through the mental juke boxes of people who don't care who wrote them or how long ago they were first popular. Like a pretty girl (in another Berlin lyric), his melodies haunt you night and day. They...
...anthem of anarchy. But Cantopop is an island of musical serenity in the Kingdom of Nice. Here's how Edison Chen, one of the young rebels challenging the autocracy of amiability, describes it: "No sex. No drugs. Maybe a little rock 'n' roll." The ballads rise with a decorous lilt; even most of Cantopop's uptempo numbers could be sung (with English lyrics) in a Presbyterian church in Iowa. Most of the singers have good manners too. Perky, dreamy, neatly dressed, well behaved, they are the rock stars any mom would want her kid to marry...
...soon as the trial recommenced, Bush attorney Phil Beck (who treated Gore statistician Nicolas Hengartner with such disdain Saturday) called his own, heavily accented statistician to the stand. Dr. Laurentius Marais, who spoke with an unidentifiable lilt, was straightforward and extremely convincing as he tried to tear down the basis of the Gore team's statistical argument. The vice president's lawyers, said Beck, are showing us numbers indicating that if all votes were counted, Gore would certainly win. Is their assumption correct...
...cities, the White House opted to visit only Abuja. Clinton and his daughter stepped off Air Force One early Saturday and were welcomed by a maelstrom of three tribal groups of whooping, whirling dancers - including a pair of midgets - in native garb, accompanied by pounding drums and the driving lilt of wooden flutes...
Junkie memoirs always have happy endings; they are written by the survivors. But few dopester epics have the goofy lilt of Denis Johnson's 1992 tapestry of short stories. His hero, known only as F__head, is a Candide of the hard stuff, a clumsy innocent who finds comic epiphanies in degradation and atrocity. This film, with handsome Billy Crudup as FH and Samantha Morton as his doomed love, has no visual style to match Johnson's poetic prose. It just lays out the funny-gory scenes--say, a man with a hunting knife in his eye--and hopes...