Thirty Days

Thirty Days or 30 Days may refer to:

Film and TV

Film

  • Thirty Days (1916 film), a 1916 film starring Oliver Hardy
  • Thirty Days (1922 film), silent film starring Wallace Reid, his last film.
  • 30 Days (1999 film), a comedy featuring Arden Myrin
  • 30 Days (2004 film), an Indian Hindi film featuring Alok Nath
  • 30 Days (2006 American film), a 2006 American film edited by Alan Roberts (filmmaker)
  • 30 Days (2006 film), a Nigerian action thriller film featuring Genevieve Nnaji
  • TV

  • 30 Days (TV series), a reality television program created by Morgan Spurlock
  • "Thirty Days" (Star Trek: Voyager), an episode of the TV series Star Trek: Voyager
  • 30 Days (Philippine TV series), a 2004 Filipino reality show aired by GMA Network
  • Publications

  • 30 Days, an Italian ecclesiastical and political magazine.
  • Music

    Songs

  • Thirty Days (Chuck Berry song), a song composed and performed by Chuck Berry, covered by Ernest Tubb 1955, Bill Black And His Combo 1964, The Tractors 1995 and others
  • "Thirty Days", by Clyde McPhatter, composed by Winfield Scott 1956
  • 30 Days (The Saturdays song)

    "30 Days" is a song by English-Irish girl group The Saturdays. It was released as the lead single from their fourth studio album, Living for the Weekend (2013). The single is their thirteenth release. It was released on 14 May 2012 in the UK and on 11 May 2012 in Ireland. The single debuted at number seven on UK Singles Chart, confirmed by the Official Charts Company.

    Background and composition

    Rochelle Wiseman explained the concept of the single, "It’s a really amazing, catchy song but the sentiment behind it is being all excited and counting down the days to seeing someone when you’ve really been missing that person."

    Release

    The single premiered live on BBC Radio 1 on "The Chris Moyles Show" on 30 March 2012. The song was released on 11 May 2012 in Ireland and 14 May 2012 in the United Kingdom.

    Reception

    Critical response

    Run–D.M.C. (album)

    Run–D.M.C. is the debut studio album of American hip hop group Run–D.M.C.. Produced in 1984, it was considered groundbreaking for its time, presenting a harder, more aggressive form of hip hop. The album's sparse beats and aggressive rhymes were in sharp contrast with the light, funky sound that was popular in hip hop at the time. With the album, the group has been regarded by music writers as pioneering the movement of new school hip hop of the early 1980s. The album was reissued as a "Deluxe Edition" in 2005 with four bonus tracks.

    Reception and influence

    Debby Miller of Rolling Stone complimented Run–D.M.C.'s boasts about "messages that self-improvement is the only ticket out" and viewed their style as a departure from most hip hop acts at the time, stating "they get into a vocal tug of war that's completely different from the straightforward delivery of the Furious Five's Melle Mel or the everybody-takes-a-verse approach of groups like Sequence. And the music [...] that backs these tracks is surprisingly varied, for all its bare bones". In his consumer guide for The Village Voice, critic Robert Christgau gave the album an A- rating and described it as "easily the canniest and most formally sustained rap album ever, a tour de force I trust will be studied by all manner of creative downtowners and racially enlightened Englishmen". Christgau commented on the group's "heavy staccato and proud disdain for melody", writing that "the style has been in the New York air long enough that you may understand it better than you think".

    Podcasts:

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    30 Days

    by: Akinyele

    I never did time, committed mad crime
    Only paid rhymes, but now niggaz drop dimes
    Harmonizin on a homicide rap
    Singin in the precinct, tryin to catch an R&B contract
    Now they hit me with a one to THREE, personal-LY
    conspira-CY, it don't mean shit to ME
    The time will go fast, because I'm true blue
    On the DL, back home, I got a stash for Ma Duke
    I stack razor blades in my shoe
    Niggaz threaten to kill the Ak, if I ever come through
    And I'm doin 30 more days, in this steel cage
    Locked down with men that go both ways
    But gays ain't gon' grease me
    My razor blade say O.P.P., niggaz in P.C. gon' know me
    I'm not the everyday herb
    Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb
    Fuck a pro-noun, I get down for my crown
    Pass the three-pound, show it to King Clown, and watch him lounge
    You know the whole PHASE
    I'm about to go through the government's MAZE
    in about 30 days
    You know my name, no shame in my game
    Best to fly the kid champagne from Spain
    About to go in, to push a BID, for wrongs I done DID
    Goin away party at the CRIB
    Me and my friends gonna get together
    I didn't think jail could ever, I learned to never say never
    but now we just gonna party.. party..
    Shit, fiesta.. for-ever..
    Gun ? up on my floor
    All my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the door
    Don't wanna get hit, with a bullet, meanin a year time in jail
    if you can't, comprehend, with the slang friend
    All you do, don't act like nuts
    It don't make no sense for the whole crew, to get locked up
    Bad enough I have to go in yo
    But when the shit hit the fan, debris' gotta blow
    Windy days, but ain't nothin changed but the weather
    While I'm locked down, the thugs'll write me no love letters
    That's for queers, couple of years
    later gator, but hold all them crocodile tears
    Because it ain't like I'm dyin
    You see I'm not marked for death, so stop the bloodclot cryin
    This ain't The Wizard of Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it
    I take it slow, cause I'll be home before you know it
    I'm comin through like X-rays
    in approximately, the next 30 days
    But if you think I'm tryin to skip town
    You best to purchase a hearing aid and ask yourself how that sound
    I'm not tryin to jump bail, cause that's the dough
    that I'ma use to flip up the new connects, that I meet in jail
    Politicians they all know dis
    Every now and then they visit a snitch, who helped em get rich
    Yeah part of the government's plan
    Lock down the man who stack grands, put him in the hand of Uncle Sam
    This the stuff, you can't trust for 30 days
    I'm on a bus with niggaz that fuss over tight handcuffs
    And while I'm inside, I take in stride
    Livin in prison, stool pigeons know that time don't fly
    Days go by, night gets darker, but I'm a New York
    Whalin on your ass like Orca
    Not the Avon Lady, stay up out my face
    It only take a shoelace, for a nigga to catch a new case
    You get done in different ways
    I'm headed for the cage
    within the next 30 days




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