http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIV_iet3D7Q

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies’ eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead, long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castle stands
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a’ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you’d gone it was never,
never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait

For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh…who would ever wanna be king

I hear Jerusalem bells were ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs were singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know St. Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQnM-iG50tk

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies’ eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead, long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castle stands
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a’ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you’d gone it was never,
never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait

For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh…who would ever wanna be king

I hear Jerusalem bells were ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs were singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know St. Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Woosh. The wind whistles through my dark hair. The bitter cold air makes my blue eyes shut tight. Blooming flowers, rustling trees, damp grass; their smells all fill my nose. My arms are spread out wide to catch the breeze as I stand between the train tracks. My thoughts are focused, calm, ready. I’m ready.
In the distance, I hear the bells ringing to announce the arrival of an oncoming train. A small smile plays at my lips. My control on my thoughts begins to slip, though. My mind wanders into the past, into the things I cannot change, and I’m left helpless once again to something more powerful than I am.
Images of my father pass through my mind. He touches me, softly, tells me he loves me. Tells me there’s no need to be scared. Tells me that nobody needs to know, that when two people love each other, this is what they do. I am once again young and alone, unaware that he is wrong. Unafraid of his influence over me and my life. I let him touch me, kiss me, love me because nobody else will. Just because nobody else does.
Another time, my father is angry. His breath smells of liquor as his touch bruises me. I’m no longer young and he is no longer gentle. He is coarse and unkind. I am weak and fearful. My father’s eyes are cloudy, filled with rage and a long forgotten past. A past filled with as much pain as I endure from him. As much pain as I allow him to give me.
I begin to gain control, but not enough. I can still faintly see my mother, staring at me as I tell her about my father. Shaking her head, waving her dish cloth, not believing me when I say that my father touches me, loves me in ways he shouldn’t. She looks at me, angry, and pushes me. I fall into a wall. She walks away, stepping over my crumpled self and into the living room, unable to believe her own daughter. Not willing to accept the truth.
I rein in my thoughts, keeping them pinned up in my head again. Stay, I think, as if they are dogs. I concentrate on what I really need to understand. This world no longer needs an Amy Goldman. My father no longer needs a person to love. Nobody loves me besides him. Nobody in this world cares about me except him. I am useless here. I need to leave here.
The train bells get louder, closer. I feel the tracks begin to rumble beneath me. Gone are the aromas of spring, replaced with the smell of dirt and diesel. My heart, my breath, my body speeds up. My thoughts are screaming now. I AM USELESS HERE! I NEED TO LEAVE HERE! Just as the train is about to reach me, just as everything is about to be peaceful, better, I panic. I can stay. I can speak. I can share my thoughts and it can get better here. But it’s too late for me, though. Before I can speak, talk, share, the train hits me. I am gone from here.

It saids underline the antecedent for the pronoun shown with a star.Write the correct form of the pronoun if it does not agree with it’s antecedent. Write correct if it does agree.

1. The wind changed direction and they came from the south now.

2. One of the sailors said that he* thought*a hurricane was on it’s way.

3. Last night he looked at the moon and she*had a golden ring.

4. the daughter moved nearer to thier*father.

5. Our*father tied the girl to he mast to protect her .

6. When the daughter heard the bells she wondered what it* could mean.

7. later she spoke to her father, but it*had already frozen to death.

8. The winds pushed the ship toward the reef and up against his* rocks.
9. The fisherman who found the daughter saw salt tears frozen in his* eyes.
It would be much appreciated if someone helped me I’m really stuck and I need this paper to be right in order to pass that class please please help?

i slept over my freinds house last night and she said she kept on hearing a dinging that sounds just like her cellphone ringtone…so she got scared and told her grandpa(he lives w/ her) and he said say a prayer and god will protect you.i didnt heaar the bells, it wasnt bloody mary, it wasnt the windchimes.and later on her grandpa heard it too. i didnt. her grandma is dead, she has been 4 a year…then in the mmornig it went away.whats going on??

I have a new wind chime that is black and has gold bells on it. I got it at Pier1 and its Indian inspired so a few min ago I looked outside and a grasshopper was on it and he was black and gold striped. I thought he was cameflougeing himself but i read online that they do, do that but not like chameleons do. they stay their general green and blend in with other green things. but it was weird. am I crazy? did i just happen upon a brown grasshopper that coincodentally happened to be the same colors?

[Our rendezvous for repeats]

These nights take turns on a in-vernal cold
your image is re-visiting all of our norms
hiding times your persistence will recall
returning waving of our reverie heart-beat

Our first rhythm you world will not forget
as it has left – interval of some bitter call
a small affection hangs tonight in the air
in the wind, this very dawn reveals you

And all your silences around us increase
like bells of Sunday’s liturgy are inviting
the years left us ever since our ins abiding
a locked windy call – Aerial incompetent key

Festoons have raised up – engaging, embracing
as if we increased our searches’ every stream
as if the voices are frozen in our brumal skies
your little hands in our feast, alone only hurt

Our first steps on those uphills (you do recall?)
all of the colors keep re-posting same rhythm
unequal years are elongating your dormant stills
on every dawn our rendezvous is valid for repeats
My friends, thank you for honoring my entry
BG-Damsy: in-vernal, in vernal, invernal truly in some English dictionaries mean "of Spring". It Is wrong!!!
Invernal derives from the Latin-Italian word Inverno that means Winter!!! (French D’ Hiver)
"Feast" means not only "food" but celebration as well. Fred uses this word efficiently.
"Ins" does not mean "Inns" but "insides". It is my "cut short" of it. Thank you.
Fred: Accurate and Laconic, thank you.
Silent: Spontaneous & Refreshing, thank you
Damsy Blues ???? I can hardly believe that t h i s was your point of view…

I was told it was about the black death, which killed half of the people on the planet. it’s a very cryptic song.

"It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become "
(the plague was airborne after the fleas infected people, so it spread by the wind, and killed 75 million people before they even knew what hit them)

" I hear Jerusalem bells a’ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you’d gone it was never,
never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world"
is this about how the plague wreaked havoc on the catholic church in Europe, causing persecution of Jews, muslims, foreigners, and missionaries?

this is a very interesting song.
OOPS!! THE SONG IS CALLED VIVA LA VIDA! anyway, i would like to know the meaning of the song

accurate and ,if can, help me with GORILLAZ on melancholy hill’s meaning.

Viva La Vida

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you’d gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know St Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know St Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

[ back ]

on melancholy hill
Up on melancholy hill
There’s a plastic tree
Are you here with me?
Just looking out on the day
Of another dream

Well you can’t get what you want
But you can get me
So let’s set up and see
‘Cause you are my medicine
When you’re close to me
When you’re close to me

So call in the submarine
‘Round the world we’ll go
Does anybody know
If we’re looking out on the day
Of another dream?

If you can’t get what you want
Then you come with me

Up on melancholy hill
Sits a manatee
Just looking out on the day
When you’re close to me
When you’re close to me

When you’re close to me

thanks! and no bullshit,pure accurate answers for my project.

Viva La Vida – Coldplay

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can’t explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh, who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I want to create an instrument that resembles the xylophone in a way. I call it the chime piano, it’s a xylophone made of piping that wind chimes would use. I want to sound as much as possible like bells or nice chimes. I want to buy it at a store like lows or home depo, and needs to be mostly affordable.

Extra information: the chimes are layed horrizontal like a xylophone but are played with the fingers like a piano. Inorder for them to sound, the player has to where something on their fingers that is wood or metal or something so it’s like hitting it with the wind chime thing.

Held in head

brain bells clang

Puka-shell wind chimes hang

a muted voice

clattering

My morning reflections

back porch notions

dreams, compass directions.

I remember that it started in a city, I think it might have been really polluted. The main character was this guy, he had white hair, I think, and he was in trouble, maybe with his school? And then he ends up in some other place, and he has this… wind power and these weapon things like wings…. and there was somebody who had power over fire……… I don’t remember much of it, but I remember thinking it was really cool… I think I only saw the first few episodes…. so… If it rings any bells?

Example: AARDVARK, RERECORD, MURMURING:

1 – The wind can make _____ sounds when it blows through canyons.
2 – New software was used to produce those ______graphics.
3 – The room contained a futon and a ____mat.
4 – Most Chinese restaurants serve black _____tea.
5 – The _____were ringing their bells.
10- The ______ of the end of the world has embarrassed many cult leaders.

When I was a kid, my mom got me this paperback drawing book. I have no idea what it was called. All I remember is that the cover was an amazing perspective drawing of a city (I think in pencil), it was yellow and grayscale. It taught you how to draw with perspectives – things like a fish bowl, a square table, stairs, a milk carton, pipes that wound around in endless mazes. I’m a teacher now and I would really like to find that book. Ringing any bells anywhere?