Word: singe
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...stand up to receive their gold medals and championship trophies: their national anthem has no lyrics. "For years we've been hearing from athletes that they feel a little lame up there on the podium," says Alejandro Blanco, president of Spain's Olympics Committee. "All they can do is sing along with 'la la la.'" In an attempt to rectify the situation, the Committee, working with the Society of Authors and Writers, has opened a contest to put words to the Spanish national anthem. The winning entry will be presented before Parliament on Dec. 19, in the hope that...
...computerized Armada heave into sight, Elizabeth, dolled up in Joan of Arc drag - shining armor, waving a big sword - takes it into her head to rally her troops, drawn up on the shore, impotently waiting for the naval engagement to begin. She is given a noble rallying speech to sing out - her St. Crispin's Day moment - but, putting this as gently as possible, Nicholson and Hirst are not exactly the Bard of Avon, and Kapur is not exactly Laurence Olivier when it comes to staging this emptily rhetorical, entirely fictional moment. The director not much better with the ensuing...
...accordion and euphonium. The different instruments tonally enrich the tracks, often creating beautiful oceans of sound and offering a refreshing alternative to Beirut’s contemporaries. However, the highlights of the album come when the clamor dies down and frontman Zach Condon is left singing accompanied only by one instrument. The ukulele of “The Penalty” comes like a cleansing sorbet after the decadence of the previous songs. “Un Dernier Verre (Pour La Route)” begins simply, but Condon can’t resist indulging in his horns. Most...
...grasp wildly at the air in front of me to squeeze it. Instead, I back away warily from the middle-aged man on my TV screen. The video begins with a heavy-set Carter sprawled out on the beach and jumps from Boy to Boy as they sing their respective parts. Finally, they unite on a bridge for the chorus and leave little doubt that they’ve mastered the art of contorting their faces in anguish and expressing their feelings with wide arm movements. One member is conspicuously absent. Kevin Richardson declined to join the good old boys...
...crazy, crazy eyes—and so you relent to play therapist to his apocalyptic paranoia a tad bit longer. Rob, Lord of Time, then leads you through a quick stock-film montage: Muhammad Ali fights! Feminism rules! Pelé wins! Matchbox Twenty plays! The Wall falls! Finally, Rob sings “I believe the world is coming to an end” while fireworks explode behind him. Which actualizes the subtext: the apocalyptic terror in the song is really sheer elation. In fact, Rob reveals, we are all masochists. We can’t wait...