Word: singeing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...dolphin or a sequoia is less of a glory of God than the products of overpopulation: wars, crimes, drug addiction? Of what avail is freedom if there is no clear water, clean air, forests and no wildlife? Where then can future generations be free, and whose glory will they sing...
...them on to friends. One of the most popular sources is Leon Uris' Exodus, which is read not for its love story or heroics but rather for its passages on Jewish history. As a sign of solidarity, youngsters began showing up outside synagogues during Hebrew holy days to sing and do Jewish folk dances. Ominously, KGB (secret police) agents also showed up, taking pictures and trailing some of the participants to their homes...
...Malley, the alley cat. O'Malley's voice, as supplied by Phil Harris, could be poured on waffles. His inamorata, Duchess, is furnished with a Hungarian purr that could only have issued from the vocal cords of Eva Gabor. They and the rest of the players sing a number of numbers-all of them delightful, and one of them (Ev'rybody Wants To Be a Cat) absolutely true. The animals' exuberance is so infectious and their "acting" so true to human life that by the fadeout The Aristocats does, indeed, give the audience paws for reflection...
...everything from sex to Homeric mythology, is a memorable caricature: beside him, the Beat heroes of '50s fiction look not merely anemic but ignorant. Gabriel, simply, is romanticism cubed: "Scrape your brain bare, like a battery electrode, expose your nerves like a bush of copper. Get ready to sing or die. Or maybe both! And all this out here, these roofs and smokestacks, will turn into light-and you'll see right through them-because they'll no longer be necessary to support the illusion of our lives." In its way, Newlove's muddy, inflamed picaresque...
...German press. "I am a nonexistent person," he told TIME Correspondent George Taber in East Berlin. "I have been silenced to death.' Then Biermann, whose hound-dog look is accented by baggy eyes and a drooping mustache, picked up his guitar. In his raspy baritone, he began to sing: "Don't wait for better times...